The Round-Up: A Romance of Arizona; Novelized from Edmund Day's Melodrama — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Round-Up: A Romance of Arizona; Novelized from Edmund Day's Melodrama
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Jack Payson, however, failed to get the proper credit for this sudden
flowering of Echo's beauty and charm. These were ascribed to her
year's schooling in the East, and her proud mother was offended by the
way in which she accepted the young ranchman's advances. "You hold
yourself too cheap," she said. "It is at least due to the memory of
poor Dick Lane" (whom, now that he was safely dead, she idealized as a
type of perfect manhood) "that you make Jack wait as long as you did
him." When Payson reasonably objected to this delay by pointing out he
was fully able to support a wife, as Lane had not been, and proposed,
with Echo's assent, six months as the limit of waiting, Mrs. Allen
resorted to her expedient--tears.
"BOO-HOO! you are going to take away my only daughter!"
The Colonel, however, though he had loved Dick as if he were his own
son, was delighted to the bottom of his hospitable soul that it was a
man not already in the family circle who was to marry Echo, especially
when he was a royal fellow like Jack Payson; so he arranged a
compromise between the time proposed by Mrs. Allen and that desired by
the lovers, and the date of the wedding was fixed nine months ahead.
"It will fall in June," said the old fellow, who knew exactly how to
handle his fractious wife; "the month when swell folks back in the East
do all their hitchin' up. Why, come to think of it, it was the very
month I ran off with you in, though I didn't know, then that we was
elopin' so strictly accordin' to the Book of Etikwet."
CHAPTER III
A Woman's Loyalty
The first instinctive thought of a man reveals innate character; those
that follow, the moral that he has acquired through environment and
circumstances. That Jack Payson was at bottom good man is shown by his
first emotion, which was joy, and his first impulse, which was to
impart the glad news to everybody, upon receiving the letter from Dick
Lane telling that he was alive and soon to come home. He was in his
house at the time. Bud Lane had just brought in the packet of mail from
Florence, and was riding away. Jack uttered a cry of joy which brought
the young man back to the door. "What is it?" asked Bud. But Jack had
already had time for his damning second thought. He was stunned by the
consideration that the promulgation of the news in the letter meant his
loss of Echo Allen. He dissembled, though as yet he was not able to
tell an outright falsehood:
"It's a letter telling me that I may expect to receive enough money in
a month or so to pay off the mortgage. Now your brother's debt needn't
trouble you any longer, Bud."
"Whew-w!" whistled Bud. "That's great! Where does it come from?"