Brothers -- Fiction; Deserts -- Fiction; Southwest, New -- Fiction; Western stories
“Genie, will you hold the candle so I can see the face of this kind
man?” asked the woman, when she had been propped up in bed.
The girl complied, with another little laugh. Adam had not before been
subjected to a scrutiny like the one he bore then. It seemed to come
from beyond this place and time.
“Sir, you are a man such as I have never seen,” she said, at length.
Plain it was to Adam that the sincerity, or whatever she saw in him,
meant more to her than the precious food of which she stood in such
dire need. Her hair was straggly and gray, her brow lined by pain and
care, her burning eyes were sunk deep in dark hollows, and the rest of
her features seemed mere pale shadows.
“I’m glad for your confidence,” he said. “But never mind me. Try to eat
some now.”
“Mother, there’s plenty,” added Genie, with soft eagerness. “You can’t
fib to me about _this_. Oh, smell that soup! And there’s rice--clean
white rice with sugar and milk!”
“Child, if there’s plenty, go and eat.... Thank you, sir, I can help
myself.”
Adam followed Genie out, and presently the look of her, as she sat on
the sand, in ravenous bewilderment of what to eat first, brought back
poignantly to him the starvation days of his earlier experience. How
blessed to appreciate food! Indeed, Genie would have made a little
glutton of herself had not Adam wisely obviated that danger for her.
Later, when she and her mother were asleep, he strolled under the
cottonwoods along the murmuring stream where the bright stars shone
reflected in the dark water. The place had the fragrance of spring,
of fresh snow water, of green growths and blossoming flowers. Frogs
were trilling from the gloom, a sweet, melodious music seldom heard by
Adam. A faint, soft night breeze rustled in the palm leaves. The ragged
mountain-side rose precipitously, a slanted mass of huge rocks, their
shining surfaces alternating with the dark blank spaces. Above spread
the sky, a wonderful deep blue, velvety, intense, from which blazed
magnificent white stars, and countless trains and groups of smaller
stars.
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