The two women again walked along the street. Kate could not help feeling
somewhat proud of the way in which she had disposed of the men. She
talked of it until they got to the door of the Woodburn house, and, as
she went away along the street Clara thought she swaggered a little.
She stood by the door and watched her friend until she had disappeared
around a corner. A flash of doubt of the infallibility of Kate's method
with men crossed her mind. She remembered suddenly the soft brown eyes
of the younger of the two men in the park and wondered what was back of
the eyes. Perhaps after all, had she been alone with him, the man might
have had something to say quite as much to the point as the things she
and Kate had been saying to each other. “Kate made the men look like
fools, but after all she wasn't very fair,” she thought as she went into
the house.
* * * * *
Clara was in Bidwell for a month before she realized what a change had
taken place in the life of her home town. On the farm things went on
very much as always, except that her father was very seldom there.
He had gone deeply into the project of manufacturing and selling
corn-cutting machines with Steve Hunter, and attended to much of the
selling of the output of the factory. Almost every month he went on
trips to cities of the West. Even when he was in Bidwell, he had got
into the habit of staying at the town hotel for the night. “It's too
much trouble to be always running back and forth,” he explained to Jim
Priest, whom he had put in charge of the farm work. He swaggered before
the old man who for so many years had been almost like a partner in his
smaller activities. “Well, I wouldn't like to have anything said, but I
think it just as well to have an eye on what's going on,” he declared.
“Steve's all right, but business is business. We're dealing in big
affairs, he and I. I don't say he would try to get the best of me; I'm
just telling you that in the future I'll have to be in town most of
the time and can't think of things out here. You look out for the farm.
Don't bother me with details. You just tell me about it when there is
any buying or selling to do.”
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