The child, now relieved of cumbersome clothing, was standing on sturdy
feet in the middle of the room getting his bearings. His big,
intelligent eyes were losing no time in making an appraisal of me and
mine.
Jean swooped upon him; clasped him up in her arms. Perhaps it was
because at that moment she must have action. Her face was pressed into
his little white neck. "Big Boy, Big Boy," she whispered, "why didn't
you tell me this before?"
Spoof and his wife and I still stood as though rooted to the floor. The
woman seemed to avoid my gaze, but when at times I caught a glimpse of
her face there was something finer than embarrassment in it; there was
embarrassment, it is true, but something almost seraphic as well.
Suddenly, "I think we women should go over to Twenty-two," Jean
exclaimed. "Marjorie must know the great news. Come, Jerry!"
At the door the collie joined them, capering uneasily in the snow. Spoof
and I watched them as they took their way along the well-trodden trail
across the gully; then we stabled his oxen in silence.
Back in the house, Spoof drank a cup of tea and rolled me a cigarette--I
never smoked cigarettes except under Spoof's malign influence--before he
showed a disposition to talk. Then, seated on one of my rough benches,
behind the blue haze of his own tobacco smoke, he spoke.
"It's a long story, Hall, if one covered all the details," he said.
"Fortunately, between friends, that isn't necessary."
"I married this woman that you know as Mrs. Alton five years ago
Christmas Day. You will understand why Jack's wedding was something of
an anniversary to me. In course of time Gerald was born. Up until then,
and for some time afterwards, everything was all right.
"Then--something happened. In what I chose to call righteous indignation
I turned her out. Perhaps it was more mortified pride, or just blind,
beast jealousy. Never mind. Through it all I gave myself credit for
being just, even generous. I gave her half of my ready money, which
wasn't much; I've never been much of a money-grabber, Hall; it has
always seemed such an inconsequential business. But I gave her half of
what I had, and settled on Gerald the small income I could command, and
let her keep the boy. That was the biggest thing. I see a good deal of
it through different light to-day, but for letting her keep the boy I
demand some credit still. I've done one or two hard things, Hall. Yon
know. That was one of them."
He finished his cigarette and lit another.
"Then I came out here," he continued. "It seemed the wisest thing to do.
I was settling into the hope of forgetting it all and making a new start
when she followed me." He held up his hand as if to silence me, although
I had made no move to speak. "I don't blame her--now," he said. "But
then--last summer, you know--it rather interfered. I may as well be
frank with you. I had an idea that Jean would just about complete
section Two. She's a wonderful girl, Jean.
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