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questions, and Dunsmuir could not bring him- though seated close to the cave, he had not self to own that he had nothing to show for thought of its neighborhood until he heard foothis share in his own scheme, after the years he steps, and saw Dolly loitering toward him. She had stood under it, but his salary and a trifle had gone to seek a missing book in that unof stock not presently available. Debtors, who frequented repository, and, seeing Philip at his had respected his difficulties and accepted his tantalizing employment, curiosity dragged her promises, were “jumping” on him now that he to the spot. He took no notice till she was was supposed to have made a prosperous alli- standing close behind him. ance. Job and Margaret were treated with the “That 's a very queer target,” said she. distinction conferred upon relatives, and credi- “What do you practise with ?” tors in love: they were presumed to be willing “A Buff & Berger." to wait, and they waited; but the situation “What is a Buff & Berger ?” began to be felt, even on their side, now. If “It is a kind of transit they make in Boston." Dunsmuir could have talked with them openly, “Oh. And are you really painting that thing he might have drawn anew upon their lasting because you must ? ” truth and warmth of feeling; but between his Philip had drawn a circle on the rock, and pride and soreness, and their pride and shyness, quartered it, and was now painting the oppoand their habit of waiting for the first word to site quadrants white and red. come from him, the rift widened. Dunsmuir “ I, or some other man,” he said. “Did you thought that, peasant-fashion, they distrusted think I was painting it for its beauty or its deep him, and were feeling their pocket-injury; Job significance ?" and Margaret thought him weakly uplifted, and “Why, it might signify things," said Dolly, oblivious

of the past. They pitied him, as hand- seating herself for conversation. workers pity the man who works with his head “What things, for example ?” whose results do not check with the plain de- “Of course I can't think of anything when mands of life.

you ask me. It might be a chief's signal, a kind Meanwhile Alan, beset by the new distrac- of cross-tarrie, if there were anybody to rise or tions about him, fell into the old restive languor anything to rise for.” over his books. The rumor and stir of the camps “ There speaks the daughter of the Duinfired his blood; the town was nearer than ever, héwassel.” with horsemen posting back and forth, and “No," said Dolly, rather regretfully; "we livery-teams, and telegrams. He had promised are not a clan family, on my father's side. His himself that he would never“ kick” again; but forebears were Saxon and Whiggish, and nonwithin six weeks after his pathetic home-com- conforming, and non-everything. They were ing he was imploring his father to give him a kickers,' as Alan says. Of course, you know, chance elsewhere. He brought forward an offer I am no Jacobite at this late day; yet I think made him by Mr. Norrisson of a junior clerk's there was just as good praying on their side.” place in the company's office in town, on a “ And some very pretty men,'” said Philip, salary which seemed riches to the boy's habit- smiling. “Still, you must allow for the glamour ual impecuniosity. The offer had included a of a lost cause. The histories for children seek home for Alan in his patron's house. Norrisson rather to be picturesque, I think, than sternly had taken a fancy to the lad, had petted him just.” enormously as his guest, prophesying him the “They had the best songs,” said Dolly,“ and future of a man of affairs. Dunsmuir could see when we are children' "" — she returned his how the magnificence of Norrisson's business playful emphasis—“ we fight as we sing." ideas, his splendid, easy way of living, had af- “ And when we are men, we fight as our fected Alan's imagination, as the luxury of his girls sing. I hear you wasting a lot of pathos, house affected his body just rescued from the even now, on that waesu' name of Charlie.” pit. Few things could have been harder for He looked at her, as he took a fresh brushDunsmuir than to see his son drist from his own ful of paint, and forced her to return his smile, control under an influence which he profoundly which she did with the pleasing addition of a distrusted: but the fact had to be faced; no fine large blush. He could at any time make her more issues could be taken now. Alan must blush, but he did not value the symptom, knowgo the way of his temperament, even as Philip, ing how little a change of color or the absence from the alien house, had been drawn the way of it signifies with these innocent young faces. of his.

The blush made her suddenly serious. “I One afternoon, quite at the beginning of the am thankful there are no such wasteful quarcañon work, Philip had climbed the slope be- rels now," she said. “But the uneasy spirit neath the bluffs to paint a target for a reference never dies: when the fighting stops the schemes point on a rock conspicuous from the opposite begin." side. The buck-sage was out of bloom, and, Are you not friendly to the scheme ?"

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their "amenities'; how they would feel an“ To ours. They are the same ? "

other's woe and hide the fault they see! My “Nothing else, then, is the same. And no- accent would be wrong, I should n't know thing is as we used to think it would be when their talk, and they would never care to know we dreamed of the work starting up.” mine; and if I tried to be like them I should “ How do you mean ? "

be affected." “Well, the cañon. It 's quite another place Philip dissembled his intense amusement, to what it was. Things I used to feal and and answered, “You are thinking of types.” think seem nonsense to me now. I am much “Well, I should be a type. When one is older.”

in the right place one is taken as a matter of “ Three weeks?"

course. It is n't thought necessary to whisper, “ Three years."

'She grew up in a canon!' No; I'd rather “ How many places have you ever seen out- dream of the Old Country and call it home, side the cañon?"

than go there to find myself without a country. “ None that I remember, unless you call “When you speak of the Old Country do the town a place."

you mean England or Scotland ?" " Why do you speak so scornfully? It is a “ Both; but I was born in India, in the Punvery nice little town."

jab, in the great days of my father's work. I “ You ought to think so, truly. It 's a sort wish he had stayed where they know what an of relative of yours; you have the same name, engineer is. Here his record counts for noand the same parent, is n't that what they say?" thing; he might as well be a tinker. Anybody

“ Never mind what they say. Tell me some who can run a hand-level is an engineer in other things you have n't seen."

America.” “ But I 've never seen anything. If it 's a Thanks,” said Philip. “ I am an American list of my ignorances you want I might sit here engineer.” all the afternoon.”

Dolly nodded at him very sweetly. “I have “ Begin, then, by all means. Have you ever no prejudices,” she assured him; and when seen— the flag of your country, officially dis- Philip laughed aloud, she was quite mystified. played ?”

“ I used to dream of nothing,” she went on, “Which is my country, I wonder ? Alan “but how my father was ever to get this work says he would fight for the Stars and Stripes; done. I used to long for the power to help him. but I should go with my father.”

You know a girl's only way to get power is to “ Better postpone the decision till after your marry it,” she confided to him, as a great dismarriage.”

covery. “I mean a girl like me, with no edu“I shall never marry on that side, flag or cation, or genius of her own. Yes; it was no flag.”

actually one of my make-believes - I must " Bien, but why?" asked Philip, opening his have been in pinafores. There should come a eyes.

rich traveler to visit the cañon who would be “Well, I should not care to marry beneath astonished at my father's daughter. I should a certain class, the class I 'm supposed to be- have been, not as I am, you know, but a darklong to," she argued seriously;“ yet I have not eyed, red and white wonderful beauty. But I been bred like the women of that class. I should would not listen to him till he had promised never feel at home with them.”

to back my father's scheme.” * But what can you know of them ?” “ He was to purchase your hand, then, by

“Oh, I have studied them for years ; in the building the ditch ? " novels, you know, and in French — the tall girls “Of course; what else ?” with their high shoulders and their short upper “Was there a heart anywhere in the busilips, and the young men with their insolent ness?” Greek profiles."

There was his heart. Do you think I would But you were speaking of the women.” marry a man that did not care for me?" “ The women, of course; the duchess, and “ And where was your heart, meanwhile ? " the husband-hunting mamas, and the little no- “ With my blessed, dear daddy,” exclaimed bodies who are trying to get on, and the rude Dolly, with perfect self-satisfaction. somebodies who crush them whenever they “And these are the dreams of girlhood in a get the chance, and the firting old maids, and cañon! You must have read some very silly the masher, and the dean—"

books." “ And have you taken them seriously ?” " Isn't it a woman's duty to help her family?"

Why should n't I? They must be true, else “ It is her first duty to be honest, if she can.” how do you explain their tremendous vogue ? “If we had always been free we might have Should you think a provincial stranger would been honest.” be happy among them? Fancy their charity, “Is that a tale ye borrow'?” Philip re

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“Tell me some other things you used to think Dolly was caught by the quotation, which when you were a child. A girl's flights are so she was pleased to call felicitous, and omitted different from a boy's.” to observe that Philip's reply was merely an “You would laugh." evasion.

“ Never! Am I such a Philistine? Do you He continued to question her, enjoying the think I have no bees in my own bonnet ?” frank side-lights of biography her answers shed Have you ever heard the cañon-bird ?" upon the family past.

asked Dolly, shyly. “ And was Alan born under the Stars and “Once — twice; never since the work beStripes that he should declare for America ?” gan.”

“No; not he. We are twins, did you not “You have noticed that, too? I think it does know? After India we lived in a stupid house not like the work; and I am so sorry." in Bedford Park while papa was looking up his “ Is the bird supposed to be an omniscience scheme in this country. Sometimes we went to that has to be propitiated ? " the sea, and sometimes to Dalgarnie, my grand- “ I knew you would laugh!” mother's house in the north. Margaret tells us “But it is you who are laughing." about those places till I think I can remember; “Do you know there is no such bird." but of course I cannot. I was but three when “You mean it is not set down in the birdwe came to the cañon; and there is something books ?” deadening in the sight of these bluffs that never “ Not that we can find. And not one of us change, and these lights and winds and sounds has ever traced the song. It is a shy singer; that go on from year to year. I wonder we are its voice, if you 've noticed, comes from far not all a little touched. I think we are a wee away, for all it 's so piercing. We hear it only bit off, each one of us, in a way of our own.” in shady, quiet places like the poplars or the

She crowded herself closer into a hollow of big cut, or up in the shadow of the bluffs; and the slope, clasping her knees, and talking in a no one has ever heard it beyond the cañon. It sing-song, drowsy monologue to the tune of was after we had the sorrow here: my mother the river and the breeze stirring the dry hill- was taken, and then it began to be heard, and grasses above their heads. Philip stole a look only in those places that she loved. This I have at her from time to time, and wantonly nursed never said to any one. When I was a little girl his job.

I used to think it meant that I was doing right Yes; I surely think we have been at times or was going to be happy, whenever I heard the a little warped,” she mused aloud, encouraged bird. It was my four-leaved clover, my new by his silence. “There used to be a sound- moon over the right shoulder. Did I not tell I think you have never heard it—a sound in- you we are a little touched ?” side of all other sounds, like a ringing in the After a silence, Philip said: “ Do you reears; I cannot describe it. We used to hear member the first time that you deigned to look it when the river talked at night. Well, you at me ? You stood below the bluffs, and we cannot think how I used to dread that sound; heard the bird." it was like a wicked laugh. Margaret said it “Oh, if you mean that time! I was n't lookwas 'unchancy.' And now it seems such per- ing at you at all. I was looking at Alan,” said fect nonsense. I wonder I'm not ashamed to Dolly, disingenuously; and as she spoke came tell you. But the spell is broken now.” the rare, piercing, faltering note, dropping

“I would have had it last long enough to through the silence. She could not help but include me,” said Philip. “ And so the cañon look at him now; and Philip blessed the bird. is quite spoiled, you think?" he questioned, half jealously. “ I did not say spoiled; not the same."

Still, you would not have liked to stay here “I HAVE something for you," said Philip one as it was ?"

day on his return from town, handing a neat “I should have had to, I fancy, whether I parcel to Dolly. liked it or not. I could have kept my make- “ A jeweler's box for me? Who can it be believes. Now I don't care for them any more." from ?”

“Ah," murmured Philip. And the rich “The rich traveler, I think, must be not far traveler — what would you say to him now?” off. Seebright said it was for ‘some of the

“ I don't need him now: the work 's going cañon folks,' and as it seems to be a woman's on without him."

toy I conclude it must be for you.” “ But if the work should stop; how then ? Dolly was in a twitter of curiosity as she Would you be ready to make that same bar- opened the velvet box, and turned its contents gain ?"

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more than she was prepared for; it fell, and “Why, you know, about Antonia Vargas rolled the length of the room.

helping him out of the cave. Her family would “What an odd thing! Whatever can it be take it very ill if Alan'should make it common meant for ?"

talk.", "To hang about your neck, apparently," "He might placard the town with it,"laughed said Philip, examining it as he picked it up. It Philip; “not one in a hundred would ever bewas in size, shape, and weight the pattern of lieve the story. I should n't myself, only for a rifle-ball, polished, and gilded, and pierced the letter in evidence.” to receive the loop of a slender gold chain; and “What would you have believed, pray?" round the middle went a gold band engraved asked Dolly, offended by his joking. with a legend in Spanish, which Philip trans- “ I should have thought the lad must have lated at Dolly's command.

been a trifle rattled about the time he saw "He's a Don, you see, not an English some- an angel in petticoats descending, hand over body; and he says that. Love flourishes from hand, thirty feet on a three-quarter-inch rope. a wound.'”

Try it yourself, some time.” “What rubbish!” cried Dolly, blushing. “I don't see what difference it makes what “ Have n't you heard something like the anybody believes. Antonia knows what she before ?"

did, and whether she wants it talked of. Alan “Remarks of that kind are not expected to is so careless, and I feel that, somehow, Pabe original; and he may have been hampered checo shadows him, still.” in his observations by the very trifling circum- “ Pacheco has made it impossible for himself ference of a bullet. Do bullets stand for arrows to come back. He has stolen a horse, which in the language of the western amoroso ? " is worse for him, I understand, than to have

“ How do you know he is western? He killed his man." knows Spanish, it seems.”

“ Pacheco is betrothed to Antonia Vargas. “ He adapts it vilely from the Latin. 'Virescit He will come back for her.” vulnere virtus is the fountain of his wit. Dolly, “ Are you sure of that?” it's come to a pretty pass; people turning virtue “So they say; and she defended him with a into love on your account !”

pistol." “ You know that it can have nothing to “A countryman is a countryman; and it may do with me.” Dolly began to look teased. have been her Mexican idea of hospitality.” “ What does Seebright say ?”.

“Alan ought to be very careful,” Dolly re“He says that one of his assistants took the peated. order, and the young man's amusements over- “ By the way, was the bullet taken from came him somewhat, and he mixed his labels Alan's arm, do you know; or did it pass clean up, and has since been fired. All the direc- through ? " tion on the box was • The cañon.'”

“ Alan has the bullet; he is prouder of it “ It might be some joke of Alan's— the ex- than-" Their eyes met. “You do not think?" pensive chiel!” mused Dolly. “But I never Dolly questioned, flushing hotly. . knew Alan meddle with sentiment, and he could “ It was just a fancy,” said Philip; “ and I never have got his verb right."

am not very proud of it. Still, as a joke, you “ Alan's Spanish is improving," said Philip. know." “ Did you know he was taking lessons ?" “Alan is not that sort of boy at all,” pro“ No, I did not. And who is his teacher ?” nounced Dolly. “You make me wretched.” My father's cook.:'

Come, now, I did n't say that he was. But “ His Spanish, then, will match his English,” I did hear Alan say, once, that if ever he met sighed Dolly.

Pacheco's girl he would give her back her “Not at all. Enrique prides himself. He bullet." can turn a phrase as neatly as an omelet; he “Don't you think you

had better make some is a professional writer of love-letters, more- inquiries ? ' over, and by his own account he has plenty « Of Alan ? Hardly." of practice.”

“ Of Seebright, perhaps.” “Dear me, are there so many of them “I think,” said Philip, “ that I shall spend those Mexicans ? "

more of my evenings in town.” “ They may be stronger in feeling than in “Oh, thank you!” Dolly raised her eyes full numbers."

of warmest gratitude to his. " I hope Alan does not go among them," “Do you think me an offensive prig? I feel said Dolly, looking troubled. “I hear that the quite an old fellow of my years with Alan.” Vargas family have moved to town; and if Alan “Oh, Alan is a perfect child; and sometimes should be careless, and forget his promise

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I think he is very nearly related to a dearer pany with a book, miss, that book is forfeit, and than dear."

the penalty I shall name, and take." “ Please don't try to be funny; I want to “I wish you would take this.” Dolly held think,” said Dolly.

out the box at arm's length; Philip took it and “Wait, and do your thinking to-night; or her hand with it. leave it to me. There is one little fault I have “What manners !” she exclaimed. “I think to find with the cañon family — "

Margaret was right — an apprentice, nae “ I should think you might have found sev- mair!”” and she fled before Philip could make eral.” Dolly tried to look indifferent.

reprisals. “Not a fault, perhaps, but a tendency. You During their first weeks together in the cañon take things - most things too seriously." the young people had behaved maturely, talk“Oh!”

ing in well-constructed sentences about books “And some things not seriously enough." and manners and the conduct of life; and Philip “ As, for instance ?"

told Dolly about his school-days and vacations “ The fact that I am exiling myself of even- abroad, and compared the apparent fullness ings, when the cañon is most the cañon to me, of his experience with the narrowness of hers, all for your brother's sake, who will not thank of which she was much ashamed; and conme, far from it, - and you see nothing in it trasted the slightness and poverty of his intiat all!"

macies with her constant, warm, concentrated “ I would do as much for you."

life of home, which she took as a matter of “ Thanks. For my brother, supposing I had course, and he considered a marvel of precious

ness and unusualness. But youth and gaiety, “For either. If you needed such companion- and the high-tide of summer weather, and the ship or influence as mine, I should think no- propinquity of morning, noon, and night in the thing of giving it, at any cost. I should feel so same small house, soon brought them to a pass flattered to have been of use."

which included romps and quarrels, and flights “Why do you assume that I don't need it? of ecstasy unaccounted for; and Philip, who As a fact, I am distinctly preferring another's always spoke of Miss Dunsmuir to the young needs to my own.”

lady's father, called her Dolly to herself, and “ Because" Dolly hesitated, blushed, and felt toward her as to a darling, irresistible child, broke into a smile — “because you seem to and sometimes as to a young goddess, far bethink you want it. Now the thing we want is yond his reach. very seldom the thing we need."

He had missed, through his mother's theo"Who told you that, pray? You got it out ries of education, all those girl-friendships which of books, where you get all your strained, con- had been his birthright, which he had not lost ventional notions of self-sacrifice. Not that I his taste for, nor forfeited his right to enjoy. blame you; all self-centered people grow mor- Beautiful girls and women he had met in all bid in solitude, and your still waters have bred the ways conventionally prescribed, some of lilies, while some would have bred ugly weeds.” them sufficiently intimate; but never had he

Dolly put aside the words with a gesture of assisted a pretty girl in a white apron, with her disgust. “I hate to be analyzed ! she ex- hair pushed into a cap, perched on the library. claimed. “What can it matter? Weeds or steps, to dust and arrange her father's booklilies, we are always a collection of curiosities shelves; or watched her whip meringues or ice you have unearthed, and are studying at your a cake; or train her wind-blown roses; or ranleisure. I am very tired of it.”

sack trunks in an attic under the brown eaves; “ And I am tired of being totally and always or mount a restless pony — for Dolly's drilling misunderstood, and treated as a stranger. Now, in this feat had fallen to him instead of to Alan, to-night, if I should be late to dinner, why should as legitimately planned. He had seen her in you not sit with me, as you would with Alan or all her very few and simple home frocks, but your father? What is my position in the house- never in a dinner- or dancing-dress. He had hold ?"

done everything with her but the conventional "Margaret says you are just an apprentice, thing - from fighting her futile theories of life, nae mair,'” said Dolly, wickedly.

to laying a fire on the hearth, or sitting by and “Very well; then why not give me my meals measuring the spaces while she changed the with the men ? "

buttons on his riding-coats; which, with his life “I will sit with you,” Dolly relented,“ if you of constant exercise in the light air of the plains, are n't too late. I will bring a book — as I do were getting all too tight in the chest and too with Alan.”

loose in the waist. He had taken into his own “ If you do, I shall take the book away.” hands those little services which a brother can “ Indeed, will you ?”

perform for a sister, or pungently neglect; and " Just try me. If you come to keep me com- Philip neglected nothing. Such privileges had

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