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was　deficient；　if　she　could　not　translate　his　coarse　speech；　it　was

because　it　was　the　language　of　a　larger　world　from　which　she　had

been　excluded。　　To　this　world　belonged　the　beautiful　limbs　she

gazed　on；a　very　different　world　from　that　which　had　produced　the

rheumatic　deformities　and　useless　mayhem　of　her　husband；　or　the

provincially　foppish　garments　of　the　deputy。　　Sitting　in　the

hayloft　together；　where　she　had　mounted　for　greater　security；　they

forgot　themselves　in　his　monologue　of　cheap　vaporing；　broken　only

by　her　assenting　smiles　and　her　half…checked　sighs。　　The　sharp

spices　of　the　heated　pine…shingles　over　their　heads　and　the

fragrance　of　the　clover…scented　hay　filled　the　close　air　around

them。　　The　sun　was　falling　with　the　wind；　but　they　heeded　it　not；

until　the　usual　fateful　premonition　struck　the　woman；　and　saying　〃I

must　go　now；〃　she　only　half…unconsciously　precipitated　the　end。

For；　as　she　rose；　he　caught　first　her　hand　and　then　her　waist；　and

attempted　to　raise　the　face　that　was　suddenly　bending　down　as　if

seeking　to　hide　itself　in　the　hay。　　It　was　a　brief　struggle；　ending

in　a　submission　as　sudden；　and　their　lips　met　in　a　kiss；　so　eager

that　it　might　have　been　impending　for　days　instead　of　minutes。



〃Oh；　Sue！　where　are　ye？〃



It　was　her　husband's　voice；　out　of　a　darkness　that　they　only　then

realized。　　The　man　threw　her　aside　with　a　roughness　that

momentarily　shocked　her　above　any　sense　of　surprise　or　shame：　SHE

would　have　confronted　her　husband　in　his　arms；glorified　and

translated；had　he　but　kept　her　there。　　Yet　she　answered；　with　a

quiet；　level　voice　that　astonished　her　lover；　〃Here！　　I'm　just

coming　down！〃　and　walked　coolly　to　the　ladder。　　Looking　over；　and

seeing　her　husband　with　the　deputy　standing　in　the　barnyard；　she

quickly　returned；　put　her　finger　to　her　lips；　made　a　gesture　for

her　companion　to　conceal　himself　in　the　hay　again；　and　was　turning

away；　when；　perhaps　shamed　by　her　superior　calmness；　he　grasped　her

hand　tightly　and　whispered；　〃Come　again　tonight；　dear；　do！〃　　She

hesitated；　raised　her　hand　suddenly　to　her　lips；　and　then　quickly

disengaging　it；　slipped　down　the　ladder。



〃Ye　haven't　done　much　work　yet　as　I　kin　see；〃　said　Ira　wearily。

〃Whitey　and　Red　Tip　＇the　cows＇　are　hangin'　over　the　corral；　just

waitin'。〃



〃The　yellow　hen　we　reckoned　was　lost　is　sittin'　in　the　hayloft；　and

mustn't　be　disturbed；〃　said　Mrs。　Beasley；　with　decision；　〃and　ye'll

have　to　take　the　hay　from　the　stack　to…night。　　And；〃　with　an　arch

glance　at　the　deputy；　〃as　I　don't　see　that　you　two　have　done　much

either；　you're　just　in　time　to　help　fodder　down。〃



Setting　the　three　men　to　work　with　the　same　bright　audacity；　the

task　was　soon　completedparticularly　as　the　deputy　found　no

opportunity　for　exclusive　dalliance　with　Mrs。　Beasley。　　She　shut

the　barn　door　herself；　and　led　the　way　to　the　house；　learning

incidentally　that　the　deputy　had　abandoned　the　chase；　was　to　occupy

a　〃shake…down〃　on　the　kitchen…floor　that　night　with　the　constable；

and　depart　at　daybreak。　　The　gloom　of　her　husband's　face　had

settled　into　a　look　of　heavy　resignation　and　alternate　glances　of

watchfulness；　which　only　seemed　to　inspire　her　with　renewed

vivacity。　　But　the　cooking　of　supper　withdrew　her　disturbing

presence　for　a　time　from　the　room；　and　gave　him　some　relief。　　When

the　meal　was　ready　he　sought　further　surcease　from　trouble　in

copious　draughts　of　whiskey；　which　she　produced　from　a　new　bottle；

and　even　pressed　upon　the　deputy　in　mischievous　contrition　for　her

previous　inhospitality。



〃Now　I　know　that　it　wasn't　whiskey　only　ye　came　for；　I'll　show　you

that　Sue　Beasley　is　no　slouch　of　a　barkeeper　either；〃　she　said。



Then；　rolling　her　sleeves　above　her　pretty　arms；　she　mixed　a

cocktail　in　such　delightful　imitation　of　the　fashionable

barkeeper's　dexterity　that　her　guests　were　convulsed　with

admiration。　　Even　Ira　was　struck　with　this　revelation　of　a

youthfulness　that　five　years　of　household　care　had　checked；　but

never　yet　subdued。　　He　had　forgotten　that　he　had　married　a　child。

Only　once；　when　she　glanced　at　the　cheap　clock　on　the　mantel；　had

he　noticed　another　change；　more　remarkable　still　from　its　very

inconsistency　with　her　burst　of　youthful　spirits。　　It　was　another

face　that　he　saw；older　and　matured　with　an　intensity　of

abstraction　that　struck　a　chill　to　his　heart。　　It　was　not　HIS　Sue

that　was　standing　there；　but　another　Sue；　wrought；　as　it　seemed　to

his　morbid　extravagance；　by　some　one　else's　hand。



Yet　there　was　another　interval　of　relief　when　his　wife；　declaring

she　was　tired；　and　even　jocosely　confessing　to　some　effect　of　the

liquor　she　had　pretended　to　taste；　went　early　to　bed。　　The　deputy；

not　finding　the　gloomy　company　of　the　husband　to　his　taste；

presently　ensconced　himself　on　the　floor；　before　the　kitchen　fire；

in　the　blankets　that　she　had　provided。　　The　constable　followed　his

example。　　In　a　few　moments　the　house　was　silent　and　sleeping；　save

for　Ira　sitting　alone；　with　his　head　sunk　on　his　chest　and　his

hands　gripping　the　arms　of　his　chair　before　the　dying　embers　of　his

hearth。



He　was　trying；　with　the　alternate　quickness　and　inaction　of　an

inexperienced　intellect　and　an　imagination　morbidly　awakened；　to

grasp　the　situation　before　him。　　The　common　sense　that　had　hitherto

governed　his　life　told　him　that　the　deputy　would　go　to…morrow；　and

that　there　was　nothing　in　his　wife's　conduct　to　show　that　her

coquetry　and　aberration　would　not　pass　as　easily。　　But　it　recurred

to　him　that　she　had　never　shown　this　coquetry　or　aberration　to　HIM

during　their　own　brief　courtship；that　she　had　never　looked　or

acted　like　this　before。　　If　this　was　love；　she　had　never　known　it；

if　it　was　only　〃women's　ways；〃　as　he　had　heard　men　say；　and　so

dangerously　attractive；　why　had　she　not　shown　it　to　him？　　He

remembered　that　matter…of…fact　wedding；　the　bride　without　timidity；

without　blushes；　without　expectation　beyond　the　transference　of　her

home　to　his。　　Would　it　have　been　different　with　another　man？with

the　deputy；　who　had　called　this　color　and　animation　to　her　face？

What　did　it　all　mean？　　Were　all　married　people　like　this？　　There

were　the　Westons；　their　neighbors；was　Mrs。　Weston　like　Sue？　　But

he　remembered　that　Mrs。　Weston　had　run　away　with　Mr。　Weston　from

her　father's　house。　　It　was　what　they　called　〃a　love　match。〃　　Would

Sue　have　run　away　with　him？　　Would　she　now　run　away　with？



The　candle　was　guttering　as　he　rose　with　a　fierce　starthis　first

impulse　of　angerfrom　the　table。　　He　took　another　gulp　of　whiskey。

It　tasted　like　water；　its　fire　was　quenched　in　the　greater　heat　of

his　blood。　　He　would　go　to　bed。　　Here　a　new　and　indefinable

timidity　took　possession　of　him；　he　remembered　the　strange　look　in

his　wife's　face。　　It　seemed　suddenly　as　if　the　influence　of　the

sleeping　stranger　in　the　next　room　had　not　only　isolated　her　from

him；　but　would　make　his　presence　in　her　bedroom　an　intrusion　on

their　hidden　secrets。　　He　had　to　pass　the　open　door　of　the　kitchen。

The　head　of　the　unconscious　deputy　was　close　to　Ira's　heavy　boot。

He　had　only　to　lift　his　heel　to　crush　that　ruddy；　good…looking；

complacent　face。　　He　hurried　past　him；　up　the　creaking　stairs。　　His

wife　lay　still　on　one　side　of　the　bed；　apparently　asleep；　her　face

half…hidden　in　her　loosened；　fluffy　hair。　　It　was　well；　for　in　the

vague　shyness　and　restraint　that　was　beginning　to　take　possession

of　him　he　felt　he　could　not　have　spoken　to　her；　or；　if　he　had；　it

would　have　been　only　to　voice　the　horrible；　unformulated　things

that　seemed　to　choke　him。　　He　crept　softly　to　the　opposite　side　of

the　bed；　and　began　to　undress。　　As　he　pulled　off　his　boots　and

stockings；　his　eye　fell　upon　his　bare；　malformed　feet。　　This　caused

him　to　look　at　his　maimed　hand；　to　rise；　drag　himself　across　the

floor　to　the　mirror；　and　gaze　upon　his　lacerated　ear。　　She；　this

prettily　formed　woman　lying　there；　must　have　seen　it　often；　she

must　have　known　all　these　years　that　he　was　not　like　other　men；

not　like　the　deputy；　with　his　tight　riding…boots；　his　soft　hand；

and　the　diamond　that　sparkled　vulgarly　on　his　fat　little　finger。　　A

cold　sweat　broke　over　him。　　He　drew　on　his　stockings　again；　lifted

the　outer　counterpane；　and；　half　undressed；　crept　under　it；

wrapping　its　corner　around　his　maimed　hand；　as　if　to　hide　it　from

the　light。　　Yet　he　felt　that　he　saw　things　dimly；　there　was　a

moisture　on　his　cheeks　and　eyelids　he　could　not　account　for；　it

must　be　the　whiskey　〃coming　out。〃



His　wife　lay　very　still；　she　scarcely　seemed　to　breathe。　　What　if

she　should　never　breathe　again；　but　die　as　the　old　Sue　he　knew；　the

lanky　girl　he　had　married；　unchanged　and　uncontaminated？　　It　would

be　better　than　this。　　Yet　at　the　same　moment　the　picture　was　before

him　of　her　pretty　simulation　of　the　barkeeper；　of　her　white　bared

arms　and　laughing　eyes；　all　so　new；　so　fresh　to　him！　　He　tried　to

listen　to　the　slow　ticking　of　the　clock；　the　occa