A RAILWAY JOURNEY
The morning of departure had come and, trembling with both fear and
eagerness, Jessica stood beside the reporter upon the station, waiting
for the great train to move outward.
"Step aboard, Lady Jess. Homeward bound!"
"Oh! it looks so big and somehow dreadful. I can ride any kind of a
horse, or an ostrich, and burros, of course, but----"
"But you don't know yet how to ride a railway carriage. Then let me
tell you you'll find it so delightful you'll not want to get out when
the journey's done."
"Don't you believe that, Mr. Sharp. The end of the journey, this part,
at least, means, Marion, and that's but a bit of a way from my mother.
Is everything ready? Scruff? Is he here?"
"Come and see the sorrowful chap in his moving stable if you wish.
Though it hasn't moved as yet. He'll probably rebel against the state
of affairs, at first; then be just as unwilling to leave the car as
he was to enter it. It's a fine place for sleeping, and sleeping is
Scruff's chief aim in life."
"He's had to make up for lost time, for he'd never too much sleep at
home, where Ned and Luis were. Oh! to think! To-morrow, to-morrow--this
very next day that's coming--I shall have my arms around those
children's precious necks and feel my mother's kisses on my lips. I
can't wait. I can't."
"Humph! I shall begin to think you can wait and very contentedly if you
don't step into this car pretty soon."
Jessica had never traveled by rail and the shock of the accident which
had befallen Luis' father made her more timid than she had ever been
before. She had pleaded to make the return trip by saddle, as she had
come, but Mr. Sharp would not consent.
"Time. Time. We must make time, Lady Jess. A newspaper man never uses
a week where a day will do. If he did--well, no knowing if we should
ever get out a single issue of _The Lancet_. Come on. If there were any
danger do you think I would make you face it?"
Thus shamed and by the friend who had proved so true to her interests,
the little girl shut her eyes, held out her hands and was lightly swung
upon the rear platform of the luxurious coach in which they were to
make the first half of their trip. Later, they would have to leave
the main line for a branch road, terminating at Marion, their postal
station. From Marion, the thirty miles of saddle work, with the added
detour on account of El Desierto, would be all the reporter fancied he
should care for.
"Some day I'll come back to Sobrante, if I'm invited, and get that
famous rider, Samson, to teach me the trick of 'broncho busting' or
some other caper. But now, the engine can't travel fast enough to suit
my impatience."
Nor Jessica, neither, after the first few moments of the journey. She
forgot her fear in watching the swiftly moving landscape, and found it
hard to believe that the landscape itself was still and she who was
carried past it. This time there was none of Aunt Sally's bountiful
luncheon but what seemed to Lady Jess something far finer--a dining
car. To be sure, during their first meal in this, served by colored
waiters whose unfamiliar faces distracted her attention, and swayed by
the motion of the train, the girl's appetite was not worth mentioning;
but by the time the supper hour was reached she was ready to enjoy almost
everything which her companion ordered for her. It delighted him to
observe how swiftly she comprehended and adapted herself to new things,
and in his spirit of "teasing" he laid several harmless "traps" for
her entanglement.
But she had now learned to distinguish his fun from his earnest and,
after one keen glance into his face, would skillfully avoid the little
slips of speech or manner that would have so diverted him.
"No, Mr. Sharp, I'm ever so ignorant of the way city people and
traveling people do, but one thing Ephraim taught me, even on our
quiet way out. That was: 'Use your eyes, not your tongue, and watch
what other folks do.' So, if watching will prevent my doing awkward
things, I'll watch, surely enough."
They were to sleep at Marion, and when they finally left the less
comfortable car of the branch road at that town, it was very dark and no
vehicles were in waiting to convey passengers to the one hotel of the
place. Few persons stopped at Marion, except such as resided there or
near, and such either walked from the station to their homes or had their
own wagons meet them.
Ninian Sharp was disgusted. He was tired, his head ached, and he had
anticipated no such "one horse" village as this. "Why, I thought it
was your post town and all that."
"So it is. And a very pretty place by daylight, save that they don't
irrigate."
"Which means there isn't a spear of grass within the town limits,
doesn't it?"
"Almost as bad. But now we'll change places, if you please. I've been
to Marion several times with my father and once since--since he went
away, with Samson. There! They're taking Scruff out of the car and you
must ride him. I know the way. It's only a mile, about, to the hotel. Of
course, there's a lodging-house nearer, right by this station, indeed,
but the hotel's much nicer. You'll get a better bed there, and we'd
best go on."
"I'd rather sleep on the ground than walk a mile."
"You shall do neither. Didn't you hear me say we've changed places
now? I'm so near home I am at home and I'm--the captain. Obey orders,
sir, and mount Scruff's back."
He was too weary to protest and too ill. Subject to acute neuralgia, he
was, like plenty of people, rather less courageous when he was in pain
than at other times. Besides, now there was something of that decision
in Jessica's tone which sick people find restful, and he quietly threw
one leg across Scruff's back and let the girl do as she pleased.
This was to start forward over the unpaved, unlighted street at a swift
unbroken run, which Scruff had some work to equal; but the speed brought
them promptly to a wooden "tavern," from one window of which there
gleamed a solitary oil lamp.
"Horrors! Antonio described a ranch called Desolation, or something like
that, and I reckon we've arrived," lamented the reporter, jolted into
fresh distress by the burro's trot.
Jessica laughed.
"Wait. Be patient, dear man. Within five minutes you'll be sleeping
on a clean, sweet bed, and when you wake up in the morning it will be to
a fine breakfast, a perfect day, and--Sobrante!"
Then she tapped on the window and called:
"Hello, there! Sobrante folks! Open the door, quick!"
A head was thrust out of another window, further along the narrow porch,
and a sleepy voice asked:
"What's that you say? Who wants----"
"I do! Jessica Trent, from Sobrante. But last, right from Los Angeles
city. Please be quick!"
In less time than seemed possible, for such a drowsy person to reach
it, the door was flung wide and there rushed out upon the porch a man
and a woman, who both seized Jessica at one time and in their effort
to embrace her succeeded in hugging each other. Whereupon the landlady
flung her stalwart husband aside and caught the little girl in her arms,
to carry her within.
"Oh! but this is the darling home again! And is it good news you've
brought, my dear? Ah! by the shining of your bonny eyes one can see that
plain. Light up, Aleck! Light up! How can we have such darkness when the
bairn is safe back? And begging pardon, lassie, who is this yon?"
Jessica presented her friend and added, quickly:
"Only for him I could never have done that business, Janet, Aleck. And
it is done. Everybody----"
"All the countryside knows it already, Jessica Trent. It's ringing with
it, as it rung with the story of a wave little lass who set out alone
and unfriended, save for one old man, to clear her father's memory of a
stain some ne'er-do-well had dared to splash it with; and how the old
man broke his leg and lost the bairn; and, losing, she fell into wiser
hands and all, and all. Why, the 'boys' are here long before sun up;
hours before mailtime, to get the latest news. Ah! it's proud is all
this land because of you, my wee bit bairnie!"
Again was Jessica caught and kissed till her breath was gone; but
released she demanded, and with disappointment in her tone:
"So the news is no news, and does my mother, too, know all?"
"Hasn't the sweet lady read the papers that the 'boys' have carried,
loping to break their necks! Ah, lassie, 'twill be an ovation you'll
get when once they sight your bonny head shining on the sandy branch
road!"
Jessica turned toward Ninian Sharp with the first feeling of anger she
had ever had toward him.
"The papers? Your _Lancet_, I suppose. But you knew, you knew how much
I wanted to surprise my mother."
"Even so. But could you expect a man to keep back such fine 'copy'
from his office? If you did, or if I could, somebody else, like _The
Gossip_, would have got ahead of us. It was public property, my little
Lady, and private interests, or fancies, always yield to the great
public. We'll discuss this further to-morrow. To-night I'd like to
see the bed you promised."
Jessica caught the hand of her weary friend and begged:
"Forgive me. I forgot. And I suppose that the very feeling which made
you so kind and faithful to us, strangers, made you faithful to--to that
horrid old _Lancet_, too. Now Janet, you are to give Mr. Sharp your very
nicest bed and breakfast, for he is tired and suffering."
"'Tis ready this instant. 'Tis always ready, lassie, though few come
nowadays, to use it. This way, sir. After I show him I'll come for you,
Lady Jess."
Jessica had not overpraised the neatness and comfort of this
out-of-the-way hostelry, and Ninian Sharp slept dreamlessly till
joyous voices outside his window roused him to the fact that morning
and hunger had arrived together. Remembering, too, the long ride
that lay before him and the necessity of finding a horse for it, he rose
and hastily dressed. He had lost his neuralgic pains and his spirits
were again such as Jessica had always seen him show. She, too, was
up and waiting, and it looked as if her ovation had begun; for she was
already the center of an admiring group yet held closest to the side of
a big ranchman, grizzled and rugged, but beaming upon her and all the
rest like an incarnate joy.
"Samson, Samson, here he is! Mr. Sharp, dear Mr. Sharp, this is my
biggest 'boy'!"
"Huh! Glad to see you, little one. 'Looks like you'd be quite a man
when you get growed up,'" quoted the joker, giving Samson's hand a
cordial grasp.
"Come on! Come on! You're the lad for us! Well, sir, you do me proud.
You do Sobrante proud. You do all the world proud, and that's my
sentiment to a t-i-o-n, sir! Breakfast's ready."
"Oh, Mr. Ninian, he's brought--my mother has sent you the horse that
nobody else has ridden since my father did. Nimrod, the swiftest,
gentlest thoroughbred that anybody ever rode."
"Sent him for me? Why, how could she know that we were coming?"
"Why shouldn't she?" asked Samson. "Him and John Benton was over
yesterday, but to-day it was my turn. One of us has been every day
since the captain left Sobrante; and since the good news arrived there's
always been a led horse for you, sir. Would have been till the day
of judgment, too, if you hadn't struck us afore. Reckon you aren't
acquainted with our little settlement, sir."
"Reckon I wasn't, but I'm beginning to be. My! What a magnificent
animal. And it solves the difficulty of finding a mount out to the ranch.
I'm not much of a horseman, though. I don't know but I'd better stick
to Scruff and leave Nimrod to Lady Jess."
Samson wheeled around and eyed the stranger, curiously. Then he advanced
and held out his hand again.
"Shake, Sharp. You're a man, even if you do live in a city, and the
first one I ever met who hailed from such a place and didn't think he
knew it all. You'll do. And you can ride. A baby could, that creatur'.
If you can't stick I'll hold you on. Now, breakfast, I say."
This was Jessica's chance, and before they sat down to the bounteous
meal which Janet had been hours in preparing she managed to draw Ninian
aside and whisper a request, to which he nodded prompt assent. So nobody
but they two knew what was meant when, as the three mounted and were
about to ride away, she asked Samson:
"Do you know the trail to El Desierto?"
"Do I know a pisen serpent? What in the name of reason put such a
forsaken hole into your head on this joyful occasion?"
"Never mind what, and never mind speech-making, dear old fellow. I have
to call at El Desierto on my way to Sobrante and would like to know the
shortest road."
"Is she--has she got a little 'touched' down there in your City of
Angels and Scamps, eh?"
"Samson, am I still the captain, or am I not?"
"Captain, I salute. Ride on! You, Aleck, hitch up a board and take
that trunk of Miss Trent's to her country seat, and be quick about
it. Hurray! I'm so happy I'm looney! Here's for El Desierto and no
questions asked. Hurray!"