BEAUTY IN DISGUISE
Winter passed very monotonously with us in the sod-house at Crane
Valley. When the season's work is over and the prairie bound fast by
iron frost, the man whom it has prospered spends his well-earned leisure
visiting his neighbors or lounging contentedly beside the stove; but
those oppressed by anxieties find the compulsory idleness irksome, and I
counted the days until we could commence again in the spring. The
goodwill of my neighbors made this possible, for one promised
seed-wheat, to be paid for when harvest was gathered in; another placed
surplus stock under my charge on an agreement to share the resultant
profit, while Haldane sent a large draft of young horses and cattle he
had hardly hands enough to care for, under a similar arrangement.
I accepted these offers the more readily because, while prompted by
kindness, the advantages were tolerably equal to all concerned. So the
future looked slightly brighter, and I hoped that better times would
come, if we could hold out sufficiently long. The debt I still owed
Lane, however, hung as a menace over me, while although--doubtless
because it suited him--he did not press me for payment, the extortionate
interest was adding to it constantly. Some of my neighbors were in
similar circumstances, and at times we conferred together as to the best
means of mutual protection.
In the meantime the fire at Gaspard's Trail was almost forgotten--or so,
at least, it seemed. Haldane, much against his wishes, spent most of the
winter at Bonaventure; but his elder daughter remained in Montreal.
Boone, the photographer, appeared but once, and spent the night with us.
He looked less like the average Englishman than ever, for frost and
snow-blink had darkened his skin to an Indian's color, and when supper
was over I watched him languidly as we lounged smoking about the stove.
Sally Steel had managed to render the sod-house not only habitable but
comfortable in a homely way, and though she ruled us all in a somewhat
tyrannical fashion, she said it was for our good.
"There's a little favor I want to ask of you, Ormesby, but I suppose you
are all in one another's confidence?" said Boone.
"Yes," I answered. "We are all, in one sense, partners, with a capital
of about ten dollars, and are further united by the fear of a common
enemy."
Boone laughed silently, though his face was a trifle sardonic. "That is
as it should be, and you may have an opportunity for proving the
strength of the combination before very long. I have, as I once told
you, a weakness for horses and cattle, and I couldn't resist purchasing
some at a bargain a little while ago. I want you to take charge of them
for me. Here are particulars, and my idea of an equitable agreement." He
laid a paper on the table, and I glanced through it. The conditions were
those usual in arrangements of the kind, which were not then uncommon,
but though cattle and horses were lamentably cheap, they could not be
obtained for nothing, and the total value surprised me.
"We are as honest as most people down this way, and we take one
another's word without any use for spilling ink," observed the
irrepressible Sally.
"I once heard of a grasping storekeeper being badly beaten over a deal
in butter by a clever young lady," said Boone; and Steel laughed, while
his sister frowned.
"He deserved it, but you seem to know just everything," she said.
"Some people are born clever, and some handsome; but it is really not my
fault," said Boone, with a smile at Sally. "For instance, I know what
Ormesby is thinking. He is wondering where I got the money to pay for
those beasts."
The laugh was against me, but I answered frankly: "That was in my
thoughts; but I also wondered what I had done to merit the trouble you
have taken to do me a kindness."
"Don't flatter yourself," said Boone. "It is a matter of business, and
equally possible that I wished to do some other person the opposite. You
must decide to-night, because I have a new assortment of beautifiers and
cosmetics in my wagon which I must set about vending to-morrow. They
would not, of course, be of any use to Miss Sally, but I am going on to
the Swedish settlement where the poor people need them."
It was not delicate flattery, but Boone was quick at judging his
listener's capacity, and it pleased Miss Steel--the more so because a
certain Scandinavian damsel was her principal rival in the question of
comeliness. She drew herself up a little, while Boone smiled
whimsically. "You know it is true," he said.
The man had always interested me. He was at home anywhere, and his
tongue equally adept at broad prairie raillery or finely modulated
English. Yet one could see that there was a shadow upon him.
"You need have no compunction, Ormesby. I really made only one
successful attempt at housebreaking in my life," he said. "Do you accept
the offer?"
"Yes, with many thanks; though I don't quite see why you make it in
writing," I said. "There are, however, a good many other things I don't
comprehend just now, and sometimes I feel that I am being moved here and
there blindly to suit other persons' unknown purposes. The position does
not please me."
Boone laughed. "There is something in the fancy. You are the king's
bishop, and I'm not sure that as yet even the players quite know their
own game. Of course you are aware that Lane holds a power of attachment
against you?"
"At present there is nothing but the prairie sod to attach, though I
don't see why he does not at once grab as much as he is entitled to of
that," I said. "If I get enough time I may be able to pay him off after
harvest."
"I hope you will," was Boone's answer; and, changing the topic, he
entertained us with the quaintest anecdotes.
Some time had passed since that evening, and spring had come suddenly,
when I commenced my plowing. Hitherto little wheat had been grown so far
West, but the soil was good, and I knew that sooner or later there would
be grain elevators in Crane Valley. Though the sub-soil was still
frozen, the black clods that curled in long waves from the mold-board's
side were steaming under the April sun; and as I tramped down the
quarter-mile furrow my spirits rose with the freshness of the spring. It
was good to be up and doing again, and the coming months of strain and
effort would help me to forget. Thorn and Steel, who were also plowing,
shouted jests as they passed, and it was with a contentment long strange
to us we rested at noon. Some distance divided the breaking from the
house, and we lay on the warm grasses, basking in the radiance of the
cloudless sun over our simple meal.
The whole prairie was flooded with it, the air sweet and warm, and we
recommenced our task with pulses which throbbed in unison with that of
reawakening nature. The long months of darkness and deathlike cold had
gone, green blades presaging the golden ears would soon shoot upwards
from every furrow, and one drank in the essence of hope eternal in every
breath of air. Anxiety faded into insignificance, and one rejoiced in
the mere possession of physical strength, while the tender greenness
checkering the frost-nipped sod testified again that seed time and
harvest should not fail so long as the world rolled onward from darkness
into light.
We came home more cheerful than we had been for months, but I felt an
instinctive foreboding when I saw Cotton talking to Sally beside the
corral fence. She was apparently bantering him, but there was
satisfaction in his face, as, after some jests of hers, he glanced at
the stripes on his sleeve.
"I guess he's much too proud to look at you. They've made him a
corporal!" said Sally.
There was a contrast between us. Spring plowing is not cleanly work, and
the mire which clung about our leggings had also freely spattered our
old jean overalls. Cotton was immaculate in new uniform, and sat, a
trim, soldierly figure, on his freshly caparisoned horse.
"Here is a note for you from Bonaventure," he said. "I was riding in to
the railroad with some dispatches and to bring out our pay when Miss
Haldane asked me to give it to you."
I saw a faint sparkle in Sally's eyes at the mention of Bonaventure, as
I said: "It was very good of you to ride so far round. Your superiors
are punctilious, are they not?"
"With the exception of Mackay, who's away, they don't leave one much
discretion," said the corporal. "Still, I have time to spare, and don't
suppose anybody will be much the wiser. In any case, Miss Haldane said
the note was urgent, and--though having to call at the reservation I
might have passed this way on my homeward journey--I came at once."
The missive brought a frown to my face. "Our hired men are busy, and
Corporal Cotton will kindly take you this," it ran. "Father, who went
East for a day or two, writes me to let you know immediately that Lane
is coming over shortly to attach your horses and cattle."
I saw at once that if the money-lender seized our working beasts in the
midst of plowing, when nobody had a team to spare, our prospects of a
harvest would be ruined. However, I reflected with grim satisfaction
that the beasts were not mine, and that every man is entitled to protect
the property entrusted to him. "Read that," I said, passing it to Thorn.
"You had better start after supper and let the South-side boys know.
I'll warn the others, and it strikes me that Lane will have his work cut
out to drive off a single head."
We had forgotten the bearer of the message, though once or twice I heard
Sally's voice and Cotton's laugh; but on turning towards the house I saw
he had backed his horse away from the corral and was somewhat dubiously
regarding the fence. Sally leaned against it watching him with an
assumption of ironical admiration.
"I'll see that you keep your promise if I win," he said; and the girl
laughed mockingly.
"If you don't I'll try not to cry over you," she retorted; and I guessed
the madcap had made some wager with him that he could not leap the
fence. Sally afterwards declared penitently that she never fancied he
would attempt it; but I could see by the lad's face he meant to take the
risk.
"Your horse is not fresh enough, and you'll certainly break your neck!"
I shouted.
Cotton glanced over his shoulder, then gathered up his bridle, while, as
I ran towards him, Sally's heart must have failed her, for she called
out: "Don't! I'll pay forfeit!"
We were both too late. The corporal had touched the beast with the
spurs, and man and horse were flying towards the tall and well-braced
fence. I held my breath as I watched, for I had nailed the birch poles
home securely, and had not much faith in the beast's leaping powers. It
launched itself into the air, then there was a crash, and the top rail
flew into splinters, while horse and rider parted company. The former,
after rolling over, scrambled to its feet, but the uniformed figure
smote the ground with a distressful thud and lay very still. Sally
screamed, and must have climbed the fence, for when we had run around by
the slip rails she was bending over the limp figure stretched upon the
sod. Her eyes were wide with terror.
"He is dead, and I have killed him," she said.
I bent down with misgivings, for Cotton did not move, and there was
something peculiar about his eyes. "Can you hear us? Are you badly
hurt?" I asked.
"What's that?" he answered drowsily; and I gathered courage, remembering
symptoms noticeable in similar cases; but Thorn had administered a dose
of prohibited whisky before he became intelligible. I was not wholly
sorry for Sally, but seeing that she had been sufficiently punished, I
said: "There are no bones broken, and his pulse is regaining strength."
Cotton's scattered senses were evidently returning, for he looked up,
saying: "I'm only shaken, Miss Steel, and I won the bet. Don't be in a
hurry, Ormesby; I hardly fancy I could get up just yet."
We waited several minutes, then, forcibly refusing Miss Steel's
assistance, carried him into the house and laid him on a makeshift couch
in our general-room. His color was returning, but his face was awry with
pain, and, so he expressed it, something had given way inside his back.
It was a dismal termination to an inspiriting day, and the old
depression returned with double force as I glanced at the untasted meal
on the table, at Lucille Haldane's note, and around the disordered room.
Sally looked badly frightened, Steel very grim, and Cotton seemed to be
suffering.
"It will pass presently, and you had better get your supper," he said.
"I must try to eat a morsel, for I have a long way to ride to-night."
"You are not going to move off that couch until morning at least," I
said. But the corporal answered: "I simply must. Is the horse all
right?"
"Doesn't seem much the worse," said Steel; and Sally held a teacup to
the corporal's lips, and afterwards coaxed him very prettily to eat a
little. Seeing this, the rest of us attacked the cold supper, for we had
duties that must be attended to. Returning to the house some little time
later, I found that Sally had disappeared and Cotton was standing
upright. He moved a few paces, and then halted, leaning heavily on the
table, while his face grew gray with pain.
"Lie down at once. You are not fit to move," I said.
"It means degradation and heaven knows what besides unless I can reach
the depot to-night," he said. "Mackay is away, and the other man's a
cast-iron martinet, while I have just got my stripes and a hint of
something better. You see we are not supposed to undertake private
errands when under definite orders, and there are special reports and a
receipt for the pay in my wallet."
He made another attempt to reach the door, then staggered, and, grasping
his arm, I settled him with some difficulty once more on the couch. "You
are right. There's nothing left but to face the inevitable," he said,
trying to check a groan.
I forgot my own anxieties in my regret. "I am very sorry this should
have happened," I said. "You were far too generous; but can't one of us
take in the papers and get the money?"
Cotton tried to smile, though his fingers twitched. "Miss Haldane asked
me; and it would be no use. They wouldn't give you the money, and if
they did, how would that get over the fact that I'm lying here helpless?
Why couldn't it have happened on the return journey?"
"Did you tell Miss Haldane you were running a risk?" I asked.
"Would one naturally do so when she asked a favor?" he answered, with a
trace of indignation.
It was of course absurd of Corporal Cotton, but I felt very sorry for
him when he laid his head down with a groan, and I subsequently surmised
that Sally had overheard part, at least, of the conversation, for when
the lad, who had perhaps not wholly recovered from the weakness of the
shock, sank into sleep, she called me.
"It's all my fault, and I'll never forgive myself; but I never guessed
he'd rush the fence," she said. "They couldn't put him in prison?"
"They might turn him out of the service, which, in his eyes, would be
worse," I answered dryly. "It should be a lesson to you, Sally. You
can't help being pretty, but that is no reason why you should so often
lead some unfortunate man into difficulties."
Sally's penitent expression vanished, and there was a flash in her eyes.
"You are so foolish, all of you, and I guess you needn't look wise,
Harry Ormesby. He is perhaps a little worse than the rest--and that's
why one likes him. When he wakes, you and Charlie have just got to take
those tight things off him and put him in your berth. If anybody wants
him the next day or two they'll have to tackle me."
We did so presently, and, after seeing that our patient was comfortable,
Sally returned, wearing his uniform tunic. "How does this fit me?" she
asked.
Steel looked angry, and I grew thoughtful. Nobody who knew her was, as a
rule, astonished at Sally's actions, but she asked the question soberly,
with no trace of mischief.
"Do you wish me to say that you would look well in anything?" I asked.
"I don't. You can tell lies enough when you trade horses," she answered
tartly. "It's a plain question--how does this thing fit me?"
"Tolerably well," and I surveyed her critically. "It is a trifle large,
but if you don't draw it in too much at the waist it wouldn't fit you
badly. Are you going to turn police trooper, Sally?"
Miss Steel was not generally bashful, but she looked a trifle confused
as she answered: "Don't ask any more fool questions."
I went out soon afterwards to overhaul a plow under a shed, and had
spent considerable time over it, when Steel approached with a lantern.
"Have you seen anything of Sally?" he asked.
"No," I answered carelessly. "What mischief has she been contriving
now?"
"That's just what I'm anxious to know; that, and where the corporal's
horse is," he said. "They're both missing, and Cotton's fast asleep.
I"--and Steel used a few illegal expletives before he continued--"I
can't find his uniform either."
"It must be somewhere. You can't have looked properly," I said; and
Steel restrained himself with an effort.
"You can try yourself, and I'd give a hundred dollars, if I had it, to
see you find it," he said.
I hurriedly left the plow, but though we hunted everywhere could
discover no trace of the missing uniform. "I didn't think we would,"
said the harassed brother, with a groan of dismay. "She's--well, the
Lord only knows what Sally would do if she took the notion, and there's
no shirking the trouble. I've got to find out if she has the whole blame
outfit on."
"I'll leave you to settle that point," I said; and hearing the locked
door of Sally's portion of the house wrenched open and garments being
hurled about, I surmised that Steel was prosecuting his inquiries. He
flung the split door to with a crash when he came out, leaving, as I saw
by a brief glimpse, ruin behind him, and he grew very red in the face as
he looked at me.
"It will be a mighty relief when she marries somebody," he said
gloomily. "The only comfort is that you're a sensible man, and one could
trust you, Ormesby. You will never breathe a word of this. There's no
use trying to catch her, for she can get as much out of a beast as any
man."
I pledged myself willingly, smothering a wild desire to laugh; and, as
it happened, it was I who met the truant riding home very wearily two
days later. Her mount was a chestnut, while Cotton's horse was gray, and
there was a bundle strapped before her. Still, except for a spattering
of mire, she was dressed in a manner befitting a young lady, and
actually blushed crimson when I accosted her.
"Where have you been, Sally, and where did you get the horse?"
"In to the railroad; and I borrowed him from Carsley's wife. They'll
send the corporal's over," she said. "I'm very tired, Harry Ormesby.
Won't you get me supper instead of worrying me?"
Silence seemed best, and I could not resist the appeal, and so hurried
back to set about the supper; while what passed between brother and
sister I do not know, though when they came in together Sally appeared
triumphant and Steel in a very bad humor.
"I'm going to see whether you have let the patient starve. You'll come
along with me," she said, when she came out of her own quarters, with no
trace of the journey about her. We entered the lean-to shed, which
Steel and I occupied together, and found Cotton better in health, though
as depressed as he had been all day. Sally held out a bag and a handful
of documents towards him.
"There are your papers and money. Now all you have to do is to get well
again," she said demurely.
There was no mistaking the relief in the corporal's face, and he
positively clutched at the articles she handed him. "You don't know what
this has saved me from. But how did you get them?"
A flush of tell-tale color crept into Sally's cheeks, and I noticed that
her voice was not quite steady as she answered him. "You must solemnly
promise never to ask that again, or to tell anyone you were not at the
depot yourself. Nobody will ask you, we fixed it up so well. Now
promise, before I take them back again."
The lad did so, and Sally glanced at me. "If Harry Ormesby ever tells
you I'll poison him."
I do not think Corporal Cotton ever discovered Sally's part, or who
personated him, though he apparently suspected both Steel and myself;
but when we went out together I turned to the girl: "Just one question,
and then we'll forget it. How did you manage at the depot, Sally?"
Miss Steel avoided my glance, but she laughed. "It was very dark, there
was only a half-trimmed lamp, and the agent was 'most asleep. It's
pretty easy, anyway, to fool a man," she said.