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  “Imindthelasttimehewashome;thedayheleft,whentheoldmanwasouttothebarnhelpin’hishandhitchuptotakeHarvetothetrain,andCalMootswaspatchin’upthefence,Harve,hecomeoutonthestepandsingsout,inhisladylikevoice:’CalMoots,CalMoots!pleasecomecordmytrunk。’“

  “That’sHarveforyou,“approvedtheGrandArmymangleefully。“Ikinhearhimhowlin’yetwhenhewasabigfellerinlongpantsandhismotherusedtowhalehimwitharawhideinthebarnforlettin’thecowsgitfounderedinthecornfieldwhenhewasdrivin’’emhomefrompasture。Hekilledacowofminethat-a-wayonc’t——apureJerseyandthebestmilkerIhad,an’

  theolemanhadtoputupforher。Harve,hewaswatchin’thesunsetacros’tthemarsheswhentheanamilegotaway;hearguedthatsunsetwasoncommonfine。“

  “WheretheoldmanmadehismistakewasinsendingtheboyEasttoschool,“saidPhelps,strokinghisgoateeandspeakinginadeliberate,judicialtone。“TherewaswherehegothisheadfulloftraipsingtoParisandallsuchfolly。WhatHarveneeded,ofallpeople,wasacourseinsomefirst-classKansasCitybusinesscollege。“

  TheletterswereswimmingbeforeSteavens’seyes。Wasitpossiblethatthesemendidnotunderstand,thatthepalmonthecoffinmeantnothingtothem?TheverynameoftheirtownwouldhaveremainedforeverburiedinthepostalguidehaditnotbeennowandagainmentionedintheworldinconnectionwithHarveyMerrick’s。Herememberedwhathismasterhadsaidtohimonthedayofhisdeath,afterthecongestionofbothlungshadshutoffanyprobabilityofrecovery,andthesculptorhadaskedhispupiltosendhisbodyhome。“It’snotapleasantplacetobelyingwhiletheworldismovinganddoingandbettering,“hehadsaidwithafeeblesmile,“butitratherseemsasthoughweoughttogobacktotheplacewecamefromintheend。Thetownspeoplewillcomeinforalookatme;andaftertheyhavehadtheirsayIshan’thavemuchtofearfromthejudgmentofGod。ThewingsoftheVictory,inthere“——withaweakgesturetowardhisstudio——

  willnotshelterme。“

  Thecattlemantookupthecomment。“Forty’syoungforaMerricktocashin;theyusuallyhangonprettywell。Probablyhehelpeditalongwithwhisky。“

  “Hismother’speoplewerenotlong-lived,andHarveyneverhadarobustconstitution,“saidtheministermildly。Hewouldhavelikedtosaymore。Hehadbeentheboy’sSunday-schoolteacher,andhadbeenfondofhim;buthefeltthathewasnotinapositiontospeak。Hisownsonshadturnedoutbadly,anditwasnotayearsinceoneofthemhadmadehislasttriphomeintheexpresscar,shotinagamblinghouseintheBlackHills。

  “Nevertheless,thereisnodisputin’thatHarvefrequentlylookeduponthewinewhenitwasred,alsovariegated,anditshoremadeanoncommonfoolofhim,“moralizedthecattleman。

  Justthenthedoorleadingintotheparlorrattledloudly,andeveryonestartedinvoluntarily,lookingrelievedwhenonlyJimLairdcameout。Hisredfacewasconvulsedwithanger,andtheGrandArmymanduckedhisheadwhenhesawthesparkinhisblue,bloodshoteye。TheywereallafraidofJim;hewasadrunkard,buthecouldtwistthelawtosuithisclient’sneedsasnoothermaninallwesternKansascoulddo;andthereweremanywhotried。Thelawyerclosedthedoorgentlybehindhim,leanedbackagainstitandfoldedhisarms,cockinghisheadalittletooneside。Whenheassumedthisattitudeinthecourtroom,earswerealwaysprickedup,asitusuallyforetoldafloodofwitheringsarcasm。

  “I’vebeenwithyougentlemenbefore,“hebeganinadry,eventone,“whenyou’vesatbythecoffinsofboysbornandraisedinthistown;and,ifIrememberrightly,youwereneveranytoowellsatisfiedwhenyoucheckedthemup。What’sthematter,anyhow?WhyisitthatreputableyoungmenareasscarceasmillionairesinSandCity?Itmightalmostseemtoastrangerthattherewassomewaysomethingthematterwithyourprogressivetown。WhydidRubenSayer,thebrightestyounglawyeryoueverturnedout,afterhehadcomehomefromtheuniversityasstraightasadie,taketodrinkingandforgeacheckandshoothimself?WhydidBillMerrit’ssondieoftheshakesinasalooninOmaha?WhywasMr。Thomas’sson,here,shotinagamblinghouse?WhydidyoungAdamsburnhismilltobeattheinsurancecompaniesandgotothepen?“

  Thelawyerpausedandunfoldedhisarms,layingoneclenchedfistquietlyonthetable。“I’lltellyouwhy。Becauseyoudrummednothingbutmoneyandknaveryintotheirearsfromthetimetheyworeknickerbockers;becauseyoucarpedawayatthemasyou’vebeencarpingheretonight,holdingourfriendsPhelpsandElderuptothemfortheirmodels,asourgrandfathersheldupGeorgeWashingtonandJohnAdams。Buttheboys,worseluck,wereyoungandrawatthebusinessyouputthemto;andhowcouldtheymatchcopperswithsuchartistsasPhelpsandElder?Youwantedthemtobesuccessfulrascals;theywereonlyunsuccessfulones——

  that’sallthedifference。Therewasonlyoneboyeverraisedinthisborderlandbetweenruffianismandcivilizationwhodidn’tcometogrief,andyouhatedHarveyMerrickmoreforwinningoutthanyouhatedalltheotherboyswhogotunderthewheels。

  Lord,Lord,howyoudidhatehim!Phelps,here,isfondofsayingthathecouldbuyandsellusalloutanytimehe’samindto;

  butheknewHarvewouldn’thavegivenatinker’sdamnforhisbankandallhiscattlefarmsputtogether;andalackofappreciation,thatway,goeshardwithPhelps。

  “OldNimrod,here,thinksHarvedranktoomuch;andthisfromsuchasNimrodandme!“

  “BrotherEldersaysHarvewastoofreewiththeoldman’smoney——fellshortinfilialconsideration,maybe。Well,wecanallremembertheverytoneinwhichbrotherEldersworehisownfatherwasaliar,inthecountycourt;andweallknowthattheoldmancameoutofthatpartnershipwithhissonasbareasashearedlamb。ButmaybeI’mgettingpersonal,andI’dbetterbedrivingaheadatwhatIwanttosay。“

  Thelawyerpausedamoment,squaredhisheavyshoulders,andwenton:“HarveyMerrickandIwenttoschooltogether,backEast。Weweredeadinearnest,andwewantedyoualltobeproudofussomeday。Wemeanttobegreatmen。Even1,andIhaven’tlostmysenseofhumor,gentlemen,Imeanttobeagreatman。I

  camebackheretopractice,andIfoundyoudidn’tintheleastwantmetobeagreatman。Youwantedmetobeashrewdlawyer——

  oh,yes!Ourveteranherewantedmetogethimanincreaseofpension,becausehehaddyspepsia;PhelpswantedanewcountysurveythatwouldputthewidowWilson’slittlebottomfarminsidehissouthline;Elderwantedtolendmoneyat5percentamonthandgetitcollected;oldStarkherewantedtowheedleoldwomenupinVermontintoinvestingtheirannuitiesinrealestatemortgagesthatarenotworththepapertheyarewrittenon。Oh,youneededmehardenough,andyou’llgoonneedingme;andthat’swhyI’mnotafraidtoplugthetruthhometoyouthisonce。

  “Well,Icamebackhereandbecamethedamnedshysteryouwantedmetobe。Youpretendtohavesomesortofrespectforme;andyetyou’llstandupandthrowmudatHarveyMerrick,whosesoulyoucouldn’tdirtyandwhosehandsyoucouldn’ttie。

  Oh,you’readiscriminatinglotofChristians!TherehavebeentimeswhenthesightofHarvey’snameinsomeEasternpaperhasmademehangmyheadlikeawhippeddog;and,again,timeswhenI

  likedtothinkofhimoffthereintheworld,awayfromallthishogwallow,doinghisgreatworkandclimbingthebig,cleanupgradehe’dsetforhimself。

  “Andwe?Nowthatwe’vefoughtandliedandsweatedandstolen,andhatedasonlythedisappointedstrugglersinabitter,deadlittleWesterntownknowhowtodo,whathavewegottoshowforit?HarveyMerrickwouldn’thavegivenonesunsetoveryourmarshesforallyou’vegotputtogether,andyouknowit。It’snotformetosaywhy,intheinscrutablewisdomofGod,ageniusshouldeverhavebeencalledfromthisplaceofhatredandbitterwaters;butIwantthisBostonmantoknowthatthedrivelhe’sbeenhearingheretonightistheonlytributeanytrulygreatmancouldeverhavefromsuchalotofsick,side-

  tracked,burnt-dog,land-poorsharksasthehere-presentfinanciersofSandCity——uponwhichtownmayGodhavemercy!“

  ThelawyerthrustouthishandtoSteavensashepassedhim,caughtuphisovercoatinthehall,andhadleftthehousebeforetheGrandArmymanhadhadtimetolifthisduckedheadandcranehislongneckaboutathisfellows。

  NextdayJimLairdwasdrunkandunabletoattendthefuneralservices。Steavenscalledtwiceathisoffice,butwascompelledtostartEastwithoutseeinghim。Hehadapresentimentthathewouldhearfromhimagain,andlefthisaddressonthelawyer’stable;butifLairdfoundit,heneveracknowledgedit。ThethinginhimthatHarveyMerrickhadlovedmusthavegoneundergroundwithHarveyMerrick’scoffin;foritneverspokeagain,andJimgotthecoldhediedofdrivingacrosstheColoradomountainstodefendoneofPhelps’ssons,whohadgotintotroubleouttherebycuttinggovernmenttimber。

  End“ADeathintheDesert“

  EverettHilgardewasconsciousthatthemanintheseatacrosstheaislewaslookingathimintently。Hewasalarge,floridman,woreaconspicuousdiamondsolitaireuponhisthirdfinger,andEverettjudgedhimtobeatravelingsalesmanofsomesort。Hehadtheairofanadaptablefellowwhohadbeenabouttheworldandwhocouldkeepcoolandcleanunderalmostanycircumstances。

  The“HighLineFlyer,“asthistrainwasderisivelycalledamongrailroadmen,wasjerkingalongthroughthehotafternoonoverthemonotonouscountrybetweenHoldridgeandCheyenne。

  Besidestheblondmanandhimselftheonlyoccupantsofthecarweretwodusty,bedraggled-lookinggirlswhohadbeentotheExpositionatChicago,andwhowereearnestlydiscussingthecostoftheirfirsttripoutofColorado。Thefouruncomfortablepassengerswerecoveredwithasedimentoffine,yellowdustwhichclungtotheirhairandeyebrowslikegoldpowder。Itblewupincloudsfromthebleak,lifelesscountrythroughwhichtheypassed,untiltheywereonecolorwiththesagebrushandsandhills。Thegray-and-yellowdesertwasvariedonlybyoccasionalruinsofdesertedtowns,andthelittleredboxesofstationhouses,wherethespindlingtreesandsicklyvinesinthebluegrassyardsmadelittlegreenreservesfencedoffinthatconfusingwildernessofsand。

  Astheslantingraysofthesunbeatinstrongerandstrongerthroughthecarwindows,theblondgentlemanaskedtheladies’permissiontoremovehiscoat,andsatinhislavenderstripedshirtsleeves,withablacksilkhandkerchieftuckedcarefullyabouthiscollar。HehadseemedinterestedinEverettsincetheyhadboardedthetrainatHoldridge,andkeptglancingathimcuriouslyandthenlookingreflectivelyoutofthewindow,asthoughheweretryingtorecallsomething。ButwhereverEverettwentsomeonewasalmostsuretolookathimwiththatcuriousinterest,andithadceasedtoembarrassorannoyhim。

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