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  Butthecow-puncherhadceasedtosmile,andnow,whileBarkerranonexuberantly,McLean’swide-openeyesresteduponhim,singularandintent,andintheirhazeldepthsthelastgleamofjocularitywentout。

  “That’swherethestraincomes,yousee。Twosetsofacquaintances。

  Gratefulpatientsandloyalvoters,andI’vegottokeepsolidwithbothoutfits,especiallythewivesandmothers。They’rethepeople。Soit’sdrums,anddolls,andsheeponwheels,andgames,andmonkeysonastick,andthesalesladyshowsyouamechanicalbear,anditcoststoomuch,andyouforgetwhethertheJudge’ssecondgirlisNellieorSusie,and——well,I’mjustinformyannualcircusthisafternoon!You’reinluck。

  Christmasdon’ttroubleachapfixedlikeyou。“

  LinMcLeanprolongedthesentencelikeadistantecho。

  “Achapfixedlikeyou!“Thecow-punchersaiditslowlytohimself。“No,sure。“HeseemedtobewatchingShorty,andChalkeye,andDollarBillgoingdowntheroad。“That’sanewidea——Christmas,“hemurmured,foritwasoneofhisoldest,andhewasrecallingtheChristmaswhenheworehisfirstlongtrousers。

  “Comesonceayearprettyregular,“remarkedtheprosperousGovernor。

  “Seemsoftenwhenyoupaythebill。“

  “Ihaven’tmadeaChristmasgift,“pursuedthecow-puncher,dreamily,“notfor——for——Lord!it’sahundredyears,Iguess。Idon’tknowanybodythathasanyrighttolookforsuchathingfromme。“Thiswasindeedanewidea,anditdidnotstopthechillthatwasspreadinginhisheart。

  “Geewhiz!“saidBarker,briskly,“theregoestwelveo’clock。I’vegottomakeastart。Sorryyoucan’tcomeandhelpme。Good-bye!“

  HisExcellencylefttheridersittingmotionless,andforgothimatonceinhisownpreoccupation。Hehasteneduponhisjourneytotheshopswiththelist,notinhispocket,butheldfirmly,likeaplankintheimminenceofshipwreck。TheNelliesandSusiespervadedhismind,andhestruggledwiththepresentimentthatinadayortwohewouldrecallsomeomittedandwretchedlyimportantchild。Quickhoof-beatsmadehimlookup,andMr。McLeanpassedlikeawind。TheGovernorabsentlywatchedhimgo,andsawtheponyhunchandstiffeninthecheckofhisspeedwhenLinovertookhiscompanions。Downthereinthedistancetheytookasidestreet,andBarkerrejoicinglyrememberedonemorenameandwroteitashewalked。Inafewminuteshehadcometotheshops,andmetfacetofacewithMr。McLean。

  “Theboysareseein’aftermyhorse,“Linrapidlybegan,“andI’vegottomeet’emsharpatone。We’retwelveweeksshyonasquaremeal,yu’see,andthisfirsthasbeenadatefrom’wayback。I’dliketo——“HereMr。

  McLeanclearedhisthroat,andhisspeechwentlesssmoothly。“Doc,I’dlikejustforawhiletowatchyu’gettin’——themmonkeys,yu’know。“

  TheGovernorexpressedhisagreeablesurpriseatthischangeofmind,andwasgladofMcLean’scompanyandjudgmentduringtheimpendingselections。Apictureofacow-puncherandhimselfdiscussingacoupleofdollsrosenimblyinBarker’smentaleye,anditwaswithanimperfecthonestythathesaid,“You’llhelpmeaheap。“

  AndLin,quitesincere,replied,“Thankyu’。“

  SotogetherthesetwowentChristmasinginthethrong。Wyoming’sChiefExecutiveknockedelbowswiththespurredandjinglingwaif,onemanasgoodasanotherinthatraw,hopeful,full-bloodedcattleera,whichnowthesoberedWestremembersasthedaysofitsfondyouth。Foronemanhasbeenasgoodasanotherinthreeplaces——ParadisebeforetheFall;theRockyMountainsbeforethewirefence;andtheDeclarationofIndependence。AndthenthisGovernor,besidebeingyoung,almostasyoungasLinMcLeanortheChiefJusticewholatelyhadcelebratedhisthirty-secondbirthday,hadinhisdoctoringdaysatDryboneknownthecow-puncherwiththatfamiliaritywhichlastsalifetimewithoutbreedingcontempt;accordinglyhenowlaidahandonLin’stallshoulderanddrewhimamongthepetticoatsandtoys。

  ChristmasfilledthewindowsandChristmasstirredinmankind。Cheyenne,notover-zealousindoctrineorlitanies,andwiththeopinionthataworldinthehandisworthtwointhebush,neverthelesswasflockingtogether,neighbortothinkofneighbor,andeveryonetorememberthechildren;asacredassembly,afterall,gatheredtorehearseunwittinglythearticlesofitsbelief,theCreedandDoctrineoftheChild。Linsawthemhurryandsmileamongthepaperfairies;theyquestionedandhesitated,crowdedandmadedecisions,failedutterlytofindtherightthing,forgotandhastenedback,sufferedallthevariousdesperationsoftheeleventhhour,andturnedhomeward,droppingtheirparcelswiththatundimmedgood-willthatonceayearmakesgracioustheuniversalhumanface。Thisbrotherhoodswamandbeamedbeforethecow-puncher’sbroodingeyes,andinhisearsthegreetingoftheseasonsang。Childrenescapedfromtheirmothersandranchirpingbehindthecounterstotouchandmeddleinplacesforbidden。Friendsdashedagainsteachotherwithrabbitsandmagiclanterns,greetedinhaste,andweregone,amidthesoundofmusicalboxes。

  ThroughthistinkleandbleatingoflittlemachinerythemurmurofthehumanheartdriftedinandoutofMcLean’shearing;fragmentsofhometalk,tendernesses,economies,intimatefirstnames,anddinnerhours,andwhetheritwasjoyorsadness,itwasincommon;theworldseemedknitinasingleskeinofhometies。Twoorthreecamebywhosepursesmusthavebeenslender,andwhosepurchaseswerehumbleandchosenaftermuchniceadjustment;andwhenoneplainmandroppedawordaboutbothendsmeeting,andthewomanwithhimlaidahandonhisarm,sayingthathischildrenmustnotfeelthisyearwasdifferent,Linmadeasteptowardthem。Therewerehoursandspotswherehecouldreadilyhavedescendeduponthematthat,playedtheroleofclinkingaffluence,wavedthanksasidewithcompetentblasphemy,andtossingoffsomeinfamouswhiskey,canteredawayinthefullself-consciousstrutofthefrontier。

  Butherewasnotthemoment;theabashedcow-punchercouldmakenosuchparadeinthisplace。Thepeoplebrushedbyhimbackandforth,busyupontheirerrands,andawareofhimscarcelymorethanifhehadbeenaspiritlookingonfromthehelplessdead;andso,whiletheseweavingneedsandkindnessesofmanwerewithinarm’stouchofhim,hewaslockedoutsidewithhisimpulses。Barkerhad,inthenaturalpressofcustomers,longpartedfromhim,tobecomeimmersedinchoosingandrejecting;andnow,withafairpartofhismissionaccomplished,hewasreadytogoontothenextplace,andturnedtobeckonMcLean。Hefoundhimobliteratedinacornerbesidealife-sizedimageofSantaClaus,standingasstillasthefrostysaint。

  “Helookslivelierthanyoudo,“saidtheheartyGovernor。“’Fraidit’sbeenslowwaiting。“

  “No,“repliedthecow-puncher,thoughtfully。“No,Iguessnot。“

  ThisuncertaintywasexpressedwithsuchgentlenessthatBarkerroared。

  “Youneverdidlietome,“hesaid,“longasI’veknownyou。Well,nevermind。I’vegotsomerealadvicetoaskyounow。“

  AtthisMr。McLean’sfacegrewmorealert。“SayDoc,“saidhe,“whatdoyu’wantforChristmasthatnobody’slikelytogiveyu’?“

  “Abigpractice——bigenoughtointerferewithmypolitics。“

  “Whatelse?Thingsandtruck,Imean。“

  “Oh——nothingI’llget。Peopledon’tgivethingsmuchtofellowslikeme。“

  “Don’tthey?Don’tthey?“

  “Why,youandSantaClausweren’tputtingupanyschemeonmystocking?“

  “Well——“

  “Ibelieveyou’reinearnest!“criedhisExcellency。“That’ssimplyrich!“Herewasathingtorelish!TheFrontiercomestotown“heeledforabigtime,“findsthatpresentsarealltherage,andmustimmediatelygivesomebodysomething。Oh,childlike,miscellaneousFrontier!Sothoughtthegood-heartedGovernor;anditseemsavenialmisconception。

  “Mydearfellow,“headded,meaningaswellaspossible,“Idon’twantyoutospendyourmoneyonme。“

  “I’vegotplentyallright,“saidLin,shortly。

  “Plenty’snotthepoint。I’lltakeasmanydrinksasyoupleasewithyou。

  Youdidn’texpectanythingfromme?“

  “Thatain’t——thatdon’t——“

  “There!Ofcourseyoudidn’t。Then,whatareyougettingproudabout?

  Here’sourshop。“Theysteppedinfromthestreettonewcrowdsandcounters。“Now,“pursuedtheGovernor,“thisisforaveryparticularfriendofmine。Heretheyare。Now,whichofthosedoyoulikebest?“

  TheyweresetsofTennysonincasesholdinglittlevolumesequalinnumber,butthebindingvarious,andMr。McLeanreachedhisdecisionafteronelook。“That,“saidhe,andlaidalargemuscularhandupontheLaureate。Theyoungladybehindthecounterspokeoutacidly,andLinpulledtheabjecthandaway。Histaste,however,happenedtobesound,or,atleast,itwasatonewiththeGovernor’s;butnowtheylearnedthattherewasadistressingvarianceinthematterofprice。

  TheGovernorstaredatthedelicatearticleofhischoice。“IknowthatTennysoniswhatshe——iswhat’swanted,“hemuttered;and,feelinghimselfnudged,lookedaroundandsawLin’sextendedfist。Thisgesturehetookforafacetioussympathy,and,dolorouslygraspingthehand,foundhimselfholdingalumpofbills。Sheeramazementrelaxedhim,andthecow-puncher’smattedwealthtumbledonthefloorinsightofallpeople。Barkerpickeditupandgaveitback。“No,no,no!“hesaid,mirthfuloverhisowninclinationtobeannoyed;“youcan’tdothat。I’mjustasmuchobliged,Lin,“headded。

  “Justasaloan,Doc——someofit。I’mgrass-belliedwithspot-cash。“

  Agigglebehindthecounterdisturbedthemboth,butthesharpyoungladywasonlydusting。TheGovernoratoncepaidhaughtilyforTennyson’sexpensiveworks,andthecow-puncherpushedhisdiscountenancedsavingsbackintohisclothes。Makinghastetoleavethebookdepartmentofthisshop,theyregainedamutualease,andtheGovernorbecamewaggishoverLin’sconcernatbeingtoorich。Hesuggestedtohimthelistofdelinquenttaxpayersandthelatestcensusfromwhichtoselectindigentpersons。Hehadpatients,too,whoseinveteratepennilessnesshecouldswearcheerfullyto——“sinceyouwanttoboltfromyourownmoney,“heremarked。

  “Yes,I’magreenhorse,“assentedMr。McLean,gallantly;“ain’tusedtothelooksofatwenty-dollarbill,andIshyat’em。“

  Fromhisface——thatjocularmask——onemighthavecountedhimthemostsereneandcarelessofvagrants,andinhiswordsonlytheordinaryvoiceofbanterspoketotheGovernor。Agoodwoman,itmaywellbe,wouldhaveguessedbeforethisthesensitivesoulintheblunderingbody,butBarkersawjustthefamiliar,whimsical,happy-go-luckyMcLeanofolddays,andsohewentgaylyandinnocentlyon,treadinguponholyground。

  “I’vegotit!“heexclaimed;“giveyourwifesomething。“

  Theruddycow-punchergrinned。Hehadpassedthroughtheworldofwomanwithbutfewdelays,rejoicingininformalandtransiententanglements,andhewelcomedtheturnwhichtheconversationseemednowtobetaking。

  “Ifyou’llgivemehernameandaddress,“saidhe,withthefutureentirelyinhismind。

  “Why,Laramie!“andtheGovernorfeignedsurprise。

  “Say,Doc,“saidLin,uneasily,“noneof’emain’tmarriedmesinceIsawyu’last。“

  “Thenshehasn’twrittenfromLaramie,“saidthehilariousGovernor,andMr。McLeanunderstoodandwincedinhisspiritdeepdown。“Geewhiz!“

  wentonBarker,“I’llneverforgetyouandLuskthatday!“

  Butthemaskfellnow。“You’retalkingofhiswife,notmine,“saidthecow-puncherveryquietly,andsmilingnomore;“and,Doc,I’mgoingtosayawordtoyu’,forIknowyu’vealwaysbeenmygoodfriend。I’llneverforgetthatdaymyself——butIdon’twanttoberemindedofit。“

  “I’mafool,Lin,“saidtheGovernor,generousinstantly。“Ineversupposed——“

  “Iknowyu’didn’t,Doc。Itain’tyouthat’sthefool。Andinaway——inaway——“Lin’sspeechendedamonghiscrowdingmemories,andBarker,seeinghowwistfulhisfacehadturned,waited。“ButIain’tquitethesamefoolIwasbeforethathappenedtome,“thecow-puncherresumed,“thoughmaybemyactionsdon’tshowtobewiser。Iknowthattherewasbetterluckthanamanlikemehadanycalltolookfor。“

  ThesoberedBarkersaid,simply,“Yes,Lin。“Hewasputtothinkingbythesewordsfromtheunsuspectedinnerman。

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