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tales of trail and town-第13部分
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〃She!〃 The emphasis which his sister put upon the personal pronoun
was unmistakable; but Peter ignored it; and so apparently did she;
as she said the next moment in a different voice; 〃She's very
pretty; don't you think?〃
〃Very;〃 said Peter coldly。
There was a long pause。 Peter slightly fingered one of the sheets
of his delayed report on his desk。 His sister looked up。 〃I'm
afraid I'm as bad as Lady Elfrida in keeping you from your Indians;
but I had something to say to you。 No matter; another time will do
when you're not so busy。〃
〃Please go on now;〃 said Peter; with affected unconcern; yet with a
feeling of uneasiness creeping over him。
〃It was only this;〃 said Jenny; seating herself with her elbow on
the desk and her chin in a cup…like hollow of her hand; 〃did you
ever think that in the interests of these poor Indians; you know;
purely for the sake of your belief in them; and just to show that
you were above vulgar prejudices;did you ever think you could
marry one of them?〃
Two thoughts flashed quickly on Peter's mind;first; that Lady
Elfrida had repeated something of their conversation to his sister;
secondly; that some one had told her of Little Daybreak。 Each was
equally disturbing。 But he recovered himself quickly and said; 〃I
might if I thought it was required。 But even a sacrifice is not
always an example。〃
〃Then you think it would be a sacrifice?〃 she said; slowly raising
her dark eyes to his。
〃If I did something against received opinion; against precedent;
and for aught I know against even the prejudices of those I wish to
serve; however lofty my intention was and however great the benefit
to them in the end; it would still be a sacrifice in the present。〃
He saw his own miserable logic and affected didactics; but he went
on lightly; 〃But why do you ask such a question? You haven't any
one in your mind for me; have you?〃
She had risen thoughtfully and was moving towards the door。
Suddenly she turned with a quick; odd vivacity: 〃Perhaps I had。
Oh; Peter; there was such a lovely little squaw I saw the last time
I was at Oak Bottom! She was no darker than I am; but so
beautiful。 Even in her little cotton gown and blanket; with only a
string of beads around her throat; she was as pretty as any one
here。 And I dare say she could be educated and appear as well as
any white woman。 I should so like to have you see her。 I would
have tried to bring her to the fort; but the braves are very
jealous of their wives or daughters seeing white men; you know; and
I was afraid of the colonel。〃
She had spoken volubly and with a strange excitement; but even at
the moment her face changed again; and as she left the office; with
a quick laugh and parting gesture; there were tears in her eyes。
Accustomed to her moods and caprices; Peter thought little of the
intrusion; relieved as he was of his first fears。 She had come to
him from loneliness and curiosity; and; perhaps; he thought with a
sad smile; from a little sisterly jealousy of the young girl who
had evinced such an interest in him; and had known him before。 He
took up his pen and continued the interrupted paragraph of his
report。
〃I am satisfied that much of the mischievous and extravagant
prejudice against the half breed and all alliances of the white and
red races springs from the ignorance of the frontiersman and his
hasty generalization of facts。 There is no doubt that an
intermixture of blood brings out purely superficial contrasts the
more strongly; and that against the civilizing habits and even
costumes of the half breed; certain Indian defects appear the more
strongly as in the case of the color line of the quadroon and
octoroon; but it must not be forgotten that these are only the
contrasts of specific improvement; and the inference that the
borrowed defects of a half breed exceed the original defects of the
full…blooded aborigine is utterly illogical。〃 He stopped suddenly
and laid down his pen with a heightened color; the bugle had blown;
the guard was turning out to receive the commandant and his
returning party; among whom was Friddy。
。 。 。 。 。 。
Through the illusions of depression and distance the 〃sink〃 of
Butternut Creek seemed only an incrustation of blackish moss on the
dull gray plain。 It was not until one approached within half a
mile of it that it resolved itself into a copse of butternut…trees
sunken below the distant levels。 Here once; in geological story;
the waters of Butternut Creek; despairing of ever crossing the
leagues of arid waste before them; had suddenly disappeared in the
providential interposition of an area of looser soil; and so given
up the effort and the ghost forever; their grave being marked by
the butternut copse; chance…sown by bird or beast in the saturated
ground。 In Indian legend the 〃sink〃 commemorated the equally
providential escape of a great tribe who; surrounded by enemies;
appealed to the Great Spirit for protection; and was promptly
conveyed by subterraneous passages to the banks of the Great River
a hundred miles away。 Its outer edges were already invaded by the
dust of the plain; but within them ran cool recesses; a few
openings; and the ashes of some long…forgotten camp…fires。 To…day
its sombre shadows were relieved by bright colored dresses; the
jackets of the drivers of a large sutler's wagon; whose white
canvas head marked the entrance of the copse; and all the
paraphernalia of a picnic。 It was a party gotten up by the foreign
guests to the ladies of the fort; prepared and arranged by the
active Lady Elfrida; assisted by the only gentleman of the party;
Peter Atherly; who; from his acquaintance with the locality; was
allowed to accompany them。 The other gentlemen; who with a large
party of officers and soldiers were shooting in the vicinity; were
sufficiently near for protection。 They would rejoin the ladies
later。
〃It does not seem in the least as if we were miles away from any
town or habitation;〃 said Lady Runnybroke; complacently seating
herself on a stump; 〃and I shouldn't be surprised to see a church
tower through those trees。 It's very like the hazel copse at
Longworth; you know。 Not at all what I expected。〃
〃For the matter of that neither are the Indians;〃 said the Hon。
Evelyn Rayne。 〃Did you ever see such grotesque creatures in their
cast…off boots and trousers? They're no better than gypsies。 I
wonder what Mr。 Atherly can find in them。〃
〃And he a rich man; too;they say he's got a mine in California
worth a million;to take up a craze like this;〃 added the lively
Mrs。 Captain Joyce; 〃that's what gets me! You know;〃 she went on
confidentially; 〃that cranks and reformers are always poorit's
quite natural; but I don't see what he; a rich man; expects to make
by his reforms; I'm sure。〃
〃He'll get over it in time;〃 said the Hon。 Evelyn Kayne; 〃they all
do。 At least he expects to get the reforms he wants in a year; and
then he's coming over to England again。〃
〃Indeed; how very nice;〃 responded Lady Runnybroke quickly。 〃Did
he say so?〃
〃No。 But Friddy says he is。〃
The two officers' wives glanced at each other。 Lady Runnybroke put
up her eyeglass in default of ostrich feathers; and said
didactically; 〃I'm sure Mr。 Atherly is very much in earnest; and
sincerely devoted to his work。 And in a man of his wealth and
position here it's most estimable。 My dear;〃 she said; getting up
and moving towards Mrs。 Lascelles; 〃we were just saying how good
and unselfish your brother was in his work for these poor people。〃
But Jenny Lascelles must have been in one of those abstracted moods
which so troubled her husband; for she seemed to be staring
straight before her into the recesses of the wood。 In her there
was a certain resemblance to the attitude of a listening animal。
〃I wish Mr。 Atherly was a little more unselfish to US poor people;〃
said the Hon。 Evelyn Kayne; 〃for he and Friddy have been nearly an
hour looking for a place to spread our luncheon baskets。 I wish
they'd leave the future of the brown races to look after itself and
look a little more after us。 I'm famished。〃
〃I fancy they find it difficult to select a clear space for so
large a party as we will be when the gentlemen come in;〃 returned
Lady Runnybroke; glancing in the direction of Jenny's abstracted
eyes。
〃I suppose you must feel like chicken and salad; too; Lady
Runnybroke;〃 suggested Mrs。 Captain Joyce。
〃I don't think I quite know HOW chicken and salad feel; dear;〃 said
Lady Runnybroke with a puzzled air; 〃but if that's one of your
husband's delightful American stories; do tell us。 I never CAN get
Runnybroke to tell me any; although he roars over them all。 And I
dare say he gets them all wrong。 But look; here comes our luncheon。〃
Peter and Lady Elfrida were a
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