IlilillJl!!!!!!! THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES IN MEMORY OF PAUL TURNER, U.S.M.C.R. KILLED IN ACTION, SAIPAN JUNE, 1944 "HOW MANY MEN HAVE YOU HERE?" In a Hollow of the Hills "ARGONAUT EDITION" OF THE WORKS OF BRET HARTE BARKER'S LUCK IN A HOLLOW OF THE HILLS BY BRET HARTE ILLUSTRATED P. F. COLLIER &f SON NEW YORK f^tbhshtd vnder tpeeial arranffemtnt vitk Me Iloughtun Mijtin Company COPYRIGHT 1895 AND 1896 BY BRET HARTE All rights reserved PS CONTENTS. BARKER'S LUCK 1 A YELLOW DOG 44 A MOTHER OF FIVE 63 BULGER'S REPUTATION 80 IN THE TULES 104 A CONVERT OF THE MISSION .... 141 THE INDISCRETION OF ELSBETH .... 182 THE DEVOTION OF ENRIQUEZ . 216 Bret Harte 1 V. 6 V 810100 BARKER'S LUCK A BIRD twittered ! The morning sun shining through the open window was ap- parently more potent than the cool moun- tain air, which had only caused the sleeper to curl a little more tightly in his blankets. Barker's eyes opened instantly upon the light and the bird on the window ledge. Like all healthy young animals he would have tried to sleep again, but with his mo- mentary consciousness came the recollection that it was his turn to cook the breakfast that morning, and he regretfully rolled out of his bunk to the floor. Without stopping to dress he ' opened the door and stepped outside, secure in the knowledge that he was overlooked only by the Sierras, and plunged his head and shoulders in the bucket of cold water that stood by the door. Then he be- gan to clothe himself, partly in the cabin and 2 BABKER'S LUCK. partly in the open air, with a lapse between the putting on of his trousers and coat which he employed in bringing in wood. Raking together the few embers on the adobe hearth, not without a prudent regard to the rattle- snake which had once been detected in haunting the warm ashes, he began to pre- pare breakfast. By this time the other sleepers, his partners Stacy and Demorest, young men of about his own age, were awake, alert, and lazily critical of his pro- gress. " I don't care about my quail on toast being underdone for breakfast," said Stacy, with a yawn ; " and you need n't serve with red wine. I'm not feeling very peckish this morning." " And I reckon you can knock off the fried oysters after the Spanish mackerel for me," said Demorest gravely. " The fact is, that last bottle of Veuve Clicquot we had for supper was n't as dry as I am this morn- ing." Accustomed to these regular Barmecide suggestions, Barker made no direct reply. Presently, looking up from the fire, he said, " There 's no more saleratus, so you must n't blame me if the biscuit is extra heavy. I BARKER'S LUCK. 6 told you we had none when you went to the grocery yesterday." " And I told you we had n't a red cent to buy any with," said Stacy, who was also treasurer. " Put these two negatives to- gether and you make the affirmative saleratus. Mix freely and bake in a hot oven." Nevertheless, after a toilette as primitive as Barker's they sat down to what he had prepared, with the keen appetite begotten of the mountain air and the regretful fasti- diousness born of the recollection of better things. Jerked beef, frizzled with salt pork in a frying-pan, boiled potatoes, biscuit, and coffee composed the repast. The bis- cuits, however, proving remarkably heavy after the first mouthful, were used as mis- siles, thrown through the open door at an empty bottle, which had previously served as a mark for revolver practice, and a few moments later pipes were lit to counteract the effects of the meal and take the taste out of their mouths. Suddenly they heard the sound of horses' hoofs, saw the quick passage of a rider in the open space before the cabin, and felt the smart impact upon the table of some small object thrown by 4 BAEKER'S LUCK. him. It was the regular morning delivery of the county newspaper ! " He 's getting to be a mighty sure shot," said Demorest approvingly, looking at his upset can of coffee as he picked up the paper, rolled into a cylindrical wad as tightly as a cartridge, and began to straighten it out. This was no easy matter, as the sheet had evidently been rolled while yet damp from the press ; but Demorest eventually opened it and ensconced himself behind it. " Nary news ? " asked Stacy. "No. There never is any," said Demo- rest scornfully. " We ought to stop the paper." " You mean the paper man ought to. We don't pay him," said Barker gently. "Well, that's the same thing, smarty. No news, no pay. Hallo ! " he continued, his eyes suddenly riveted on the paper. Then, after the fashion of ordinary hu- manity, he stopped short and read the in- teresting item to himself. When he had finished he brought his fist and the paper, together, violently down upon the table. " Now look at this ! Talk of luck, will you ? Just think of it. Here are we hard-work* ing men with lots of sale, too grubbin' BARKER'S LUCK. 5 away on this hillside like niggers, glad to get enough at the end of the day to pay for our soggy biscuits and horse-bean coffee, and just look what falls into the lap of some lazy sneakin' greenhorn who never did a stroke of work in his life ! Here are we, with no foolishness, no airs nor graces, and yet men who would do credit to twice that amount of luck and seem born to it, too and we 're set aside for some long, lank, pen-wiping scrub who just knows enough to sit down on his office stool and hold on to a bit of paper." "What's up now?" asked Stacy, with the carelessness begotten of familiarity with his partner's extravagance. " Listen," said Demorest, reading. " An- other unprecedented rise has taken place in the shares of the ' Yellow Hammer First Extension Mine ' since the sinking of the new shaft. It was quoted yesterday at ten thousand dollars a foot. When it is remem- bered that scarcely two years ago the origi- nal shares, issued at fifty dollars per share, had dropped to only fifty cents a share, it will be seen that those who were able to hold on have got a good thing." "What mine did you say?" asked Bar- 6 BABEER'S LUCK. ker, looking up meditatively from the dishes he was already washing. " The Yellow Hammer First Extension," returned Demorest shortly. " I used to have some shares in that, and I think I have them still," said Barker musingly. " Yes," said Demorest promptly ; " the paper speaks of it here. ' We understand,' " he continued, reading aloud, ' that our emi- nent fellow citizen, George Barker, other- wise known as " Get Left Barker " and " Chucklehead," is one of these fortunate individuals.' " " No," said Barker, with a slight flush of innocent pleasure, " it can't say that. How could it know ? " Stacy laughed, but Demorest coolly con- tinued : " You did n't hear all. Listen ! ' We say was one of them ; but having al- ready sold his apparently useless certificates to our popular druggist, Jones, for corn plasters, at a reduced rate, he is unable to realize.' " "You may laugh, boys," said Barker, with simple seriousness ; " but I really be- lieve I have got 'em yet. Just wait. I '11 see ! " He rose and began to drag out BARKER'S LUCK. 7 a well-worn valise from under his bunk. " You see," he continued, " they were given to me by an old chap in return " " For saving his life by delaying the Stockton boat that afterwards blew up," returned Demorest briefly. " We know it all ! His hair was white, and his hand trembled slightly as he laid these shares in yours, saying, and you never forgot the words, ' Take 'em, young man and ' " " For lending him two thousand dollars, then," continued Barker with a simple ig- noring of the interruption, as he quietly brought out the valise. " Two thousand dollars ! " repeated Stacy. " When did you have two thou- sand dollars ? " " When I first left Sacramento three years ago," said Barker, unstrapping the valise. " How long did you have it ? " said De- morest incredulously. " At least two days, I think," returned Barker quietly. " Then I met that man. He was hard up, and I lent him my pile and took those shares. He died afterwards." " Of course he did," said Demorest se- verely. " They always do. Nothing kills a 8 BARKERS LUCK. man more quickly than an action of that kind." Nevertheless the two partners re- garded Barker rummaging among some loose clothes and papers with a kind of paternal toleration. " If you can't find them, bring out your government bonds," suggested Stacy. But the next moment, flushed and triumphant, Barker rose from his knees, and came towards them carrying some papers in his hands. Demorest seized them from him, opened them, spread them on the table, ex- amined hurriedly the date, signatures, and transfers, glanced again quickly at the news- paper paragraph, looked wildly at Stacy and then at Barker, and gasped, " By the living hookey ! it is so / " " B' gosh ! he has got 'em ! " echoed Stacy. " Twenty shares," continued Demorest breathlessly, " at ten thousand dollars a share even if it 's only a foot is two hundred thousand dollars ! Jerusalem ! " " Tell me, fair sir," said Stacy, with sparkling eyes, " hast still left in yonder casket any rare jewels, rubies, sarcenet, or links of fine gold? Perad venture a pearl or two may have been overlooked ! " " No that 's all," returned Barker sim- ply. BARKER'S LUCK. 9 " You hear him ! Rothschild says * that 's all.' Prince Esterhazy says he has n't an- other red cent only two hundred thou- sand dollars." " What ought I to do, boys ? " asked Bar- ker, timidly glancing from one to the other. Yet he remembered with delight all that day, and for many a year afterwards, that he only saw in their faces unselfish joy and affection at that supreme moment. " Do ? " said Demorest promptly. " Stand on your head and yell ! No ! stop ! Come here ! " he seized both Barker and Stacy by the hand, and ran out into the open air. Here they danced violently with clasped hands around a small buckeye, in perfect silence, and then returned to the cabin, grave but perspiring. " Of course," said Barker, wiping his forehead, " we '11 just get some money on these certificates and buy up that next claim which belongs to old Carter where you know we thought we saw the indication." " We '11 do nothing of the kind," said Demorest decidedly. " We ain't in it. That money is yours, old chap every cent of it property acquired before marriage, you know ; and the only thing we '11 do is to bo 10 BARKERS LUCK d cl before we '11 see you drop a dime of it into this God-forsaken hole. No ! " " But we 're partners," gasped Barker. " Not in this ! The utmost we can do for you, opulent sir, though it ill becomes us horny-handed sons of toil to rub shoulders with Dives, is perchance to dine with you, to take a pasty and a glass of Malvoisie, at some restaurant in Sacramento when you 've got things fixed, in honor of your return to affluence. But more would ill become us ! " " But what are you going to do ? " said Barker, with a half-hysteric, half -frightened smile. " We have not yet looked through our luggage," said Demovest with invincible gravity, "and there's a secret recess a double fond to my portmanteau, known only to a trusty page, which has not been disturbed since I left my ancestral home in Faginia. There may be a few First Deben- tures of Erie or what not still there." " I felt some strange, disk-like protuber- ances in my dress suit the other day, but belike they are but poker chips," said Stacy thoughtfully. An uneasy feeling crept over Barker. BARKER 1 S LUCK. 11 The color which had left his fresh cheek returned to it quickly, and he turned his eyes away. Yet he had seen nothing in his companions' eyes but affection with even a certain kind of tender commiseration that deepened his uneasiness. " I suppose," he said desperately, after a pause, " I ought to go over to Boomville and make some in- quiries." " At the bank, old chap ; at the bank ! " said Demorest emphatically. " Take my advice and don't go anywhere else. Don't breathe a word of your luck to anybody. And don't, whatever you do, be tempted to sell just now ; you don't know how high that stock 's going to jump yet." " I thought," stammered Barker, " that you boys might like to go over with me." " We can't afford to take another holi- day on grub wages, and we 're only two to work to-day," said Demorest, with a slight increase of color and the faintest tremor in his voice. " And it won't do, old chap, for us to be seen bumming round with you on the heels of your good fortune. For every- body knows we 're poor, and sooner or later everybody '11 know you were rich even when you first came to us." 12 BARKER'S LUCK. " Nonsense ! " said Barker indignantly. " Gospel, my boy ! " said Demorest shortly, " The frozen truth, old man ! " said Stacy. Barker took up his hat with some stiff- ness and moved towards the door. Here he stopped irresolutely, an irresolution that seemed to communicate itself to his part- ners. There was a moment's awkward silence. Then Demorest suddenly seized him by the shoulders with a grip that was half a caress, and walked him rapidly to the door. u And now don't stand foolin' with us, Barker boy ; but just trot off like a little man, and get your grip on that for- tune ; and when you 've got your hooks in it hang on like grim death. You '11 " he hesitated for an instant only, possibly to find the laugh that should have accompanied his speech " you 're sure to find us here when you get back." Hurt to the quick, but restraining his feelings, Barker clapped his hat on his head and walked quickly away. The two part- ners stood watching him in silence until his figure was lost in the underbrush. Then they spoke. " Like him was n't it ? " said Demorest. " Just him all over," said Stacy. BARKER'S LUCK. 13 " Think of him having that stock stowed away all these years and never even bother- ing his dear old head about it ! " "And think of his wanting to put the whole thing into this rotten hillside with us ! " " And he 'd have done it, by gosh ! and never thought of it again. That 's Barker." " Dear old man ! " " Good old chap ! " " I 've been wondering if one of us ought n't to have gone with him ? He 's just as likely to pour his money into the first lap that opens for it," said Stacy. " The more reason why we should n't pre- vent him, or seem to prevent him," said Demorest almost fiercely. " There will be knaves and fools enough who will try and put the idea of our using him into his sim- ple heart without that. No ! Let him do as he likes with it but let him be himself. I 'd rather have him come back to us even after he 's lost the money his old self and empty-handed than try to change the stuff God put into him and make him more like others." The tone and manner were so different from Demorest's usual levity that Stacy was 14 BARKER' S LUCK. silent. After a pause he said : " Well ! we shall miss him on the hillside won't we ? " Demorest did not reply. Reaching out his hand abstractedly, he wrenched off a small slip from a sapling near him, and be- gan slowly to pull the leaves off, one by one, until they were all gone. Then he switched it in the air, struck his bootleg smartly with it, said roughly : " Come, let 's get to work ! " and strode away. Meantime Barker on his way to Boomville was no less singular in his manner. He kept up his slightly affected attitude until he had lost sight of the cabin. But, being of a simple nature, his emotions were less complex. If he had not seen the undoubted look of affection in the eyes of his partners he would have imagined that they were jealous of his good fortune. Yet why had they refused his offer to share it with him? Why had they so strangely assumed that their partnership with him had closed ? Why had they declined to go with him? Why had this money of which he had thought so little, and for which he had cared so little changed them towards him ? It had not changed him he was the same ! He remembered how they had often talked BARKER'S LUCK. 15 and laughed over a prospective " strike " in mining and speculated what they would do together with the money ! And now that " luck " had occurred to one of them, indi- vidually, the effect was only to alienate them ! He could not make it out. He was hurt, wounded yet oddly enough he was conscious now of a certain power within him to hurt and wound in retribution. He was rich: he would let them see he could do without them. He was quite free now to think only of himself and Kitty. For it must be recorded that, with all this young gentleman's simplicity and un- selfishness, with all his loyal attitude to his partners, his JiTst thought at the moment he grasped the fact of his wealth was of a young lady. It was Kitty Carter, the daughter of the hotel keeper at Boomville, who owned the claim that the partners had mutually coveted. That a pretty girl's face should flash upon him with his conviction that he was now a rich man meant perhaps no disloyalty to his partners, whom he woidd still have helped. But it occurred to him now, in his half hurt, half vengeful state, that they had often joked him about Kitty, and perhaps further confidence with them 16 BARKER'S LUCK. was debarred. And it was only due to his dignity that he should now see Kitty at once. This was easy enough, for, in the nai've simplicity of Boomville, and the economic arrangements of her father, she occasionally waited upon the hotel table. Half the town was always actively in love with her ; the other half had been, and was silent, cynical, but hopeless in defeat. For Kitty was one of those singularly pretty girls occasionally met with in Southwestern frontier civiliza- tion whose distinct and original refinement of face and figure were so remarkable and original as to cast a doubt on the sagacity and prescience of one parent and the mo- rality of the other, yet no doubt with equal injustice. But the fact remained that she was slight, graceful, and self-contained, and moved beside her stumpy, commonplace father, and her faded, commonplace mother, in the dining-room of the Boomville Hotel like some distinguished alien. The three partners, by virtue, perhaps, of their college education and refined manners, had been exceptionally noticed by Kitty. And for some occult reason the more serious, per- haps, because it had no obvious or logical BARKER'S LUCK. 17 presumption to the world generally Bar- ker was particularly favored. He quickened his pace, and as the flag- staff of the Boomville Hotel rose before him in the little hollow, he seriously debated whether he had not better go to the bank first, deposit his shares, and get a small ad- vance on them to buy a new necktie or a "boiled shirt" in which to present himself to Miss Kitty ; but, remembering that he had partly given his word to Demorest that he would keep his shares intact for the present, he abandoned this project, probably from the fact that his projected confidence with Kitty was already a violation of Demorest's injunctions of secrecy, and his conscience was sufficiently burdened with that breach of faith. But when he reached the hotel, a strange trepidation overcame him. The dining-room was at its slack water, between the ebb of breakfast and before the flow of the prepa- ration for the midday meal. He could not have his interview with Kitty in that dreary waste of reversed chairs and bare trestle- like tables, and she was possibly engaged in her household duties. But Miss Kitty had already seen him cross the road, and had 18 BAEEEE'S LUCK. lounged into the dining-room with an art- fully simulated air of casually examining it. At the unexpected vision of his hopes, arrayed in the sweetest and freshest of rose- bud sprigged print, his heart faltered. Then, partly with the desperation of a timid man, and partly through the working of a half- formed resolution, he met her bright smile with a simple inquiry for her father. Miss Kitty bit her pretty lip, smiled slightly, and preceded him with great formality to the office. Opening the door, without raising her lashes to either her father or the visitor, she said, with a mischievous accenting of the professional manner, "Mr. Barker to see you on business," and tripped sweetly away. And this slight incident precipitated the crisis. For Barker instantly made up his mind that he must purchase the next claim for his partners of this man Carter, and that he would be obliged to confide to him the details of his good fortune, and, as a proof of his sincerity and his ability to pay for it, he did so bluntly. Carter was a shrewd business man, and the well-known simplicity of Barker was a proof of his truthfulness, to say nothing of the shares that were shown BARKERS LUCE. 19 to him. His selling price for his claim had been two hundred dollars, but here was a rich customer who, from a mere foolish sen- timent, would be no doubt willing to pay more. He hesitated with a bland but su- perior smile. " Ah, that was my price at my last offer, Mr. Barker," he said suavely ; "but, you see, things are going up since then." The keenest duplicity is apt to fail before absolute simplicity. Barker, thoroughly be- lieving him, and already a little frightened at his own presumption not for the amount of the money involved, but from the possi- bility of his partners refusing his gift utterly quickly took advantage of this locus pen- itentice. "No matter, then," he said hur- riedly ; " perhaps I had better consult my partners first; in fact," he added, with a gratuitous truthfulness all his own, " I hardly know whether they will take it of me, so I think I '11 wait." Carter was staggered ; this would clearly not do ! He recovered himself with an in- sinuating smile. "You pulled me up too short, Mr. Barker ; I 'm a business man, but hang it all ! what 's that among friends ? If you reckoned I gave my word at two 20 BARKER'S LUCK. hundred why, I 'm there ! Say no more about it the claim 's yours. I '11 make you out a bill of sale at once." "But," hesitated Barker, "you see I have n't got the money yet, and " " Money! " echoed Carter bluntly, " what 's that among friends ? Gimme your note at thirty days that 's good enough for me. An' we '11 settle the whole thing now, nothing like finishing a job while you' re about it." And before the bewildered and doubtful visitor could protest, he had filled up a promissory note for Barker's signature and himself signed a bill of sale for the property. " And I reckon, Mr. Barker, you 'd like to take your partners by sur- prise about this little gift of yours," he added smilingly. " Well, my messenger is starting for the Gulch in five minutes; he 's going by your cabin, and he can just drop this bill o' sale, as a kind o' settled fact, on 'em afore they can say anything, see ! There 's nothing like actin' on the spot in these sort of things. And don't you hurry 'bout them either! You see, you sorter owe us a friendly call havin' always dropped inter the hotel only as a customer so ye '11 stop here over luncheon, BARKER'S LUCK. 21 and I reckon, as the old woman is busy, why Kitty will try to make the time pass till then by playin' for you on her new pian- ner." Delighted, yet bewildered by the unex- pected invitation and opportunity, Barker mechanically signed the promissory note, and as mechanically addressed the envelope of the bill of sale to Demorest, which Carter gave to the messenger. Then he followed his host across the hall to the apartment known as " Miss Kitty's parlor." He had often heard of it as a sanctum impervious to the ordinary guest. Whatever functions the young girl assumed at the hotel and among her father's boarders, it was vaguely understood that she dropped them on cross- ing that sacred threshold, and became " Miss Carter." The county judge had been enter- tained there, and the wife of the bank man- ager. Barker's admission there was conse- quently an unprecedented honor. He cast his eyes timidly round the room, redolent and suggestive in various charming little ways of the young girl's presence. There was the cottage piano which had been brought up in sections on the backs of mules from, the foot of the mountain ; there was a 22 BARKER'S LUCK crayon head of Minerva done by the fair occupant at the age of twelve ; there was a profile of herself done by a traveling artist ; there were pretty little china ornaments and many flowers, notably a faded but still scented woodland shrub which Barker had presented to her two weeks ago, and over which Miss Kitty had discreetly thrown her white handkerchief as he entered. A wave of hope passed over him at the act, but it was quickly spent as Mr. Carter's roughly playful voice introduced him : " Ye kin give Mr. Barker a tune or two to pass time afore lunch, Kitty. You kin let him see what you're doing in that line. But you '11 have to sit up now, for this young man's come inter some property, and will be sasheying round in 'Frisco afore long with a biled shirt and a stove-pipe, and be givin' the go-by to Boomville. Well ! you young folks will excuse me for a while, as I reckon I '11 just toddle over and get the recorder to put that bill o' sale on record. Nothin' like squaring things to onct, Mr. Barker." As he slipped away, Barker felt his heart sink. Carter had not only bluntly forestalled him with the news, and taken away his ex- cuse for a confidential interview, but had BARKER'S LUCK. 23 put an ostentatious construction on his visit. What could she think of him now ? He stood ashamed and embarrassed before her. But Miss Kitty, far from noticing his em- barrassment in a sudden concern regarding the " horrid " untidiness of the room, which made her cheeks quite pink in one spot, and obliged her to take up and set down in exactly the same place several articles, was exceedingly delighted. In fact, she did not remember ever having been so pleased be- fore in her life ! These things were always so unexpected ! Just like the weather, for instance. It was quite cool last night and now it was just stifling. And so dusty ! Had Mr. Barker noticed the heat coming from the Gulch ? Or perhaps, being a rich man, he with a dazzling smile was above walking now. It was so kind of him to come here first and tell her father. " I really wanted to tell only you, Miss Carter," stammered Barker. " You see " he hesitated. But Miss Kitty saw perfectly. He wanted to tell her, and, seeing her, he asked for her father ! Not that it made the slightest difference to her, for her father would have been sure to have told her. It was also kind of her father to invite him to 24 BARKER'S LUCK luncheon. Otherwise she might not have seen him before he left Boomville. But this was more than Barker could stand. With the same desperate directness and simplicity with which he had approached her father, he now blurted out his whole heart to her. He told her how he had loved her hopelessly from the first time that they had spoken together at the church picnic. Did she remember it? How he had sat and worshiped her, and nothing else, at church ! How her voice in the church choir had sounded like an angel's ; how his pov- erty and his uncertain future had kept him from seeing her often, lest he should be tempted to betray his hopeless passion. How as soon as he realized that he had a position, that his love for her need not make her ridiculous to the world's eyes, he came to tell her a/7. He did not even dare to hope I But she would hear him at least, would she not ? Indeed, there was no getting away from his boyish, simple, outspoken declaration. In vain Kitty smiled, frowned, glanced at her pink cheeks in the glass, and stopped to look out of the window. The room was filled with his love it was encompassing BASKETS LUCK. 25 her and, despite his shy attitude, seemed to be almost embracing her. But she managed at last to turn upon him a face that was now as white and grave as his own was eager and glowing. " Sit down," she said gently. He did so obediently, but wonderingly. She then opened the piano and took a seat upon the music stool before it, placed some loose sheets of music in the rack, and ran her fingers lightly over the keys. Thus intrenched, she let her hands fall idly in her lap, and for the first time raised her eyes to his. " Now listen to me be good and don't interrupt ! There ! not so near ; you can hear what I have to say well enough where you are. That will do." Barker had halted with the chair he was dragging towards her and sat down. "Now," said Miss Kitty, withdrawing her eyes and looking straight before her, '* I be- lieve everything you say; perhaps I ought n't to or at least say it but I do. There ! But because I do believe you it seems to me all wrong ! For the very reasons that you give for not having spoken to me be- fore, if you really felt as you say you did, 26 BABKER'S LUCK are the same reasons why you should not speak to me now. You see, all this time you have let nobody but yourself know how you felt towards me. In everybody's eyes you and your partners have been only the three stuck-up, exclusive, college-bred men who mined a poor claim in the Gulch, and occasionally came here to this hotel as cus- tomers. In everybody's eyes I have been only the rich hotel keeper's popular daugh- ter, who sometimes waited upon you but nothing more. But at least we were then, pretty much alike, and as good as each other. And now, as soon as you have become sud- denly rich, and, of course, the superior, you rush down here to ask me to acknowledge it by accepting you ! " u You know I never meant that, Miss Kitty," burst out Barker vehemently, but his protest was drowned in a rapid roulade from the young lady's fingers on the keys. He sank back in his chair. " Of course you never meant it," she said with an odd laugh ; but everybody will take it in that way, and you cannot go round to everybody in Boomville and make the pretty declaration you have just made to me. Everybody will say I accepted you for your BAREEB'S LUCK 27 money ; everybody will say it was a put-up job of my father's. Everybody will say that you threw yourself away on me. And I don't know but that they would be right. Sit down, please ! or I shall play again." " You see," she went on, without looking at him ; " just now you like to remember that you fell in love with me first as a pretty waiter girl, but if I became your wife it 's just what you would like to forget. And / should n't, for I should always like to think of the time when you came here, whenever you could afford it, and sometimes when you could n't, just to see me ; and how we used to make excuses to speak with each other over the dishes. You don't know what these things mean to a woman who " she hesitated a moment, and then added ab- ruptly, " but what does that matter ? You would not care to be reminded of it. So," she said, rising up with a grave smile and grasping her hands tightly behind her, " it 's a good deal better that you should begin to forget it now. Be a good boy and take my advice. Go to San Francisco. You will meet some girl there in a way you will not afterwards regret. You are young, and your riches, to say nothing," she added in a 28 BARKER'S LUCK. faltering voice that was somewhat inconsis- tent with the mischievous smile that played upon her lips, " of your kind and simple heart, will secure that which the world would call unselfish affection from one more equal to you, but would always believe was only bought if it came from me." " I suppose you are right," he said simply. She glanced quickly at him, and her eye- brows straightened. He had risen, his face white and his gray eyes widely opened. " I suppose you are right," he went on, "be- cause you are saying to me what my part- ners said to me this morning, when I offered to share my wealth with them, God knows as honestly as I offered to share my heart with you. I suppose that you are both right ; that there must be some curse of pride or selfishness upon the money that I have got; but / have not felt it yet, and the fault does not lie with me." She gave her shoulders a slight shrug, and turned impatiently towards the window. When she turned back again he was gone. The room around her was empty ; this room, which a moment before had seemed to be pulsating with his boyish passion, was now empty, and empty of him. She bit her iips, BARKER'S LUCK. 29 4 rose, and ran eagerly to the window. She saw his straw hat and brown curls as he crossed the road. She drew her handker- chief sharply away from the withered shrub over which she had thrown it, and cast the once treasured remains in the hearth. Then, possibly because she had it ready in her hand, she clapped the handkerchief to her eyes, and, sinking sideways upon the chair he had risen from, put her elbows on its back, and buried her face in her hands. It is the characteristic and perhaps cruelty of a simple nature to make no allowance for complex motives, or to even understand them! So it seemed to Barker that his simplicity had been met with equal direct- ness. It was the possession of this wealth that had in some way hopelessly changed his relations with the world. He did not love Kitty any the less ; he did not even think she had wronged him ; they, his part- ners and his sweetheart, were cleverer than he ; there must be some occult quality in this wealth that he would understand when he possessed it, and perhaps it might even make him ashamed of his generosity; not in the way they had said, but in his tempt- ing them so audaciously to assume a wrong 80 BARKER'S LUCK position. It behoved him to take possession of it at once, and to take also upon himself alone the knowledge, the trials, and responsi- bilities it would incur. His cheeks flushed again as he thought he had tried to tempt an innocent girl with it, and he was keenly hurt that he had not seen in Kitty's eyes the tenderness that had softened his part- ners' refusal. He resolved to wait no longer, but sell his dreadful stock at once. He walked directly to the bank. The manager, a shrewd but kindly man, to whom Barker was known already, re- ceived him graciously in recognition of his well-known simple honesty, and respectfully as a representative of the equally well-known poor but " superior " partnership of the Gulch. He listened with marked attention to Barker's hesitating out brief story, only remarking at its close : " You mean, of course, the ' Second Ex- tension ' when you say ' First ' ? " " No," said Barker ; " I mean the ' First 5 and it said First in the Bloomville pa- per." " Yes, yes ! I saw it it was a printer's error. The stock of the ' First ' was called in two years ago. No! You mean the Bret Harte 1 V. 6 BARKER'S LUCK. 31 ' Second,' for, of course, you 've followed the quotations, and are likely to know what stock you 're holding shares of. When you go back, take a look at them, and you '11 see I am right." " But I brought them with me," said Bar- ker, with a slight flushing as he felt in his pocket, " and I am quite sure they are the 4 First.' " He brought them out and laid them on the desk before the manager. The words "First Extension" were plainly visible. The manager glanced cu- riously at Barker, and his brow darkened. " Did anybody put this up on you ? " he said sternly. " Did your partners send you here with this stuff ? " " No ! no ! " said Barker eagerly. " No one! It's all my mistake. I see it now. I trusted to the newspaper." " And you mean to say you never exam- ined the stock or the quotations, nor fol- lowed it in any way, since you had it ? " " Never ! " said Barker. " Never thought about it at all till I saw the newspaper. So it's not worth anything?" And, to the in- finite surprise of the manager, there was a slight smile on his boyish face. " I am afraid it is not worth the paper it 's written on," said the manager gently. Bret Harte 2 V. 6 32 BARKER'S LUCK The smile on Barker's face increased to a little laugh, in which his wondering compan- ion could not help joining. " Thank you," said Barker suddenly, and rushed away. " He beats everything ! " said the manager, gazing after him. " D d if he did n't seem even pleased" He was pleased. The burden of wealth had fallen from his shoulders ; the dreadful incubus that had weighed him down and parted his friends from him was gone ! And he had not got rid of it by spending it fool- ishly. It had not ruined anybody yet ; it had not altered anybody in his eyes. It was gone : and he was a free and happy man once more. He would go directly back to his partners ; they would laugh at him, of course, but they could not look at him now with the same sad, commiserating eyes. Perhaps even Kitty but here a sudden chill struck him. He had forgotten the bill of sale ! He had forgotten the dreadful promissory note given to her father in the rash presumption of his wealth ! How could it ever be paid? And more than that, it had been given in a fraud. He had no money when he gave it, and no prospect of any but what he was to get from those LUCK. worthless shares. Would anybody believe him that it was only a stupid blunder of his own ? Yes, his partners might believe him ; but, horrible thought, he had already impli- cated them in his fraud ! Even now, while he was standing there hesitatingly in the road, they were entering upon the new claim he had not paid for could not pay for and in the guise of a benefactor he was dis- honoring them. Yet it was Carter he must meet first ; he must confess all to him. He must go back to the hotel that hotel where he had indignantly left her, and tell the father he was a fraud. It was terrible to think of ; perhaps it was part of that money curse that he could not get rid of, and was now realizing ; but it must be done. He was simple, but his very simplicity had that unhesitating directness of conclusion which is the main factor of what men call " pluck." He turned back to the hotel and entered the office. But Mr. Carter had not yet re- turned. What was to be done ? He could not wait there ; there was no time to be lost ; there was only one other person who knew his expectations, and to whom he could con- fide his failure it was Kitty. It was to 34: BARKER'S LUCK. taste the dregs of his humiliation, but it must be done. He ran up the staircase and knocked timidly at the sitting-room door. There was a momentary pause, and a weak voice said " Come in." Barker opened the door; saw the vision of a handkerchief thrown away, of a pair of tearful eyes that suddenly changed to stony indifference, and a graceful but stiffening figure. But he was past all insult now. " I would not intrude," he said simply, " but I came only to see your father. I have made an awful blunder more than a blun- der, I think a fraud. Believing that I was rich, I purchased your father's claim for my partners, and gave him my promissory note. I came here to give him back his claim for that note can never be paid ! I have just been to the bank ; I find I have made a stupid mistake in the name of the shares upon which I based my belief in my wealth. The ones I own are worthless I am as poor as ever I am even poorer, for I owe your father money I can never pay ! " To his amazement he saw a look of pain and scorn come into her troubled eyes which he had never seen before. " This is a feeble trick," she said bitterly ; " it is unlike you it is unworthy of you 1 " BARKER'S LUCK 35 " Good God ! You must believe me. Lis- ten ! It was all a mistake a printer's er- ror. I read in the paper that the stock for the First Extension mine had gone up, when it should have been the Second. I had some old stock of the First, which I had kept for years, and only thought of when I read the announcement in the paper this morning. I swear to you " But it was unnecessary. There was no doubting the truth of that voice that man- ner. The scorn fled from Miss Kitty's eyes to give place to a stare, and then suddenly changed to two bubbling blue wells of laugh- ter. She went to the window and laughed. She sat down to the piano and laughed. She caught up the handkerchief, and hiding half her rosy face in it, laughed. She finally collapsed into an easy -chair, and, bury- ing her brown head in its cushions, laughed long and confidentially until she brought up suddenly against a sob. And then was still. Barker was dreadfully alarmed. He had heard of hysterics before. He felt he ought to do something. He moved towards her timidly, and gently drew away her handker- chief. Alas ! the blue wells were running over now. He took her cold hands in his ; 36 BARKER'S LUCK. he knelt beside her and passed his arm around her waist. He drew her head upon his shoulders. He was not sure that any of these things were effective until she suddenly lifted her eyes to his with the last ray of mirth in them vanishing in a big tear-drop, put her arms round his neck, and sobbed : " Oh, George ! You blessed innocent ! " An eloquent silence was broken by a re- morseful start from Barker. " But I must go and warn my poor part- ners, dearest ; there yet may be time ; per- haps they have not yet taken possession of your father's claim." " Yes, George dear," said the young girl, with sparkling eyes ; " and tell them to dfl so at once 1 " "What?" gasped Barker. " At once do you hear ? or it may hj too late I Go quick." " But your father Oh, I see, dearest, you will tell him all yourself, and spare me." " I shall do nothing so foolish, Georgey. Nor shall you ! Don't you see the note is n't due for a month. Stop! Have you told anybody but Paw and me ? " " Only the bank manager." BARKER'S LUCK. 37 She ran out of the room and returned in a minute tying the most enchanting of hats by a ribbon under her oval chin. " I '11 run over and fix him," she said. " Fix him ? " returned Barker, aghast. " Yes, I '11 say your wicked partners have been playing a practical joke on you, and he must n't give you away. He '11 do any- thing for me." " But my partners did n't ! On the con- trary " " Don't tell me, George," said Miss Kitty severely. "They ought never to have let you come here with that stuff. But come ! You must go at once. You must not meet Paw ; you '11 blurt out everything to him ; I know you ! I '11 tell him you could not stay to luncheon. Quick, now ; go. What ? , Well there!" Whatever it represented, the exclamation tvas apparently so protracted that Miss Kitty was obliged to push her lover to the front landing before she could disappear by the back stairs. But, once in the street, Barker no longer lingered. It was a good three miles back to the Gulch ; he might still reach it by the time his partners were tak- ing their noonday rest, and he resolved that, 38 BABKER'S LUCK. although the messenger had preceded him, they would not enter upon the new claim until the afternoon. For Barker, in spite of his mistress's injunction, had no idea of taking what he could n't pay for ; he would keep the claim intact until something could be settled. For the rest, he walked on air ! Kitty loved him ! The accursed wealth no longer stood between them. They were both poor now everything was possible. The sun was beginning to send dwarf shadows towards the east when he reached the Gulch. Here a new trepidation seized him. How would his partners receive the news of his utter failure ? He was happy, for he had gained Kitty through it. But they ? For a moment it seemed to him that he had purchased his happiness through their loss. He stopped, took off his hat, and ran his fingers remorsefully through his damp curls. Another thing troubled him. He had reached the crest of the Gulch, where their old working ground was spread before him like a map. They were not there ; neither were they lying under the four pines on the ridge where they were wont to rest at mid- day. He turned with some alarm to the BARKER'S LUCK 39 new claim adjoining theirs, but there was no sign of them there either. A sudden fear that they had, after parting from him, given up the claim in a fit of disgust and depres- sion, and departed, now overcame him. He clapped his hand on his head and ran in the direction of the cabin. He had nearly reached it when the rough challenge of "Who's there?" from the bushes halted him, and Demorest suddenly swung into the trail. But the singular look of sternness and impatience which he was wearing vanished as he saw Barker, and with a loud shout of "All right, it's only Barker ! Hooray ! " he ran towards him. In an instant he was joined by Stacy from the cabin, and the two men, catching hold of their returning partner, waltzed him joy- fully and breathlessly into the cabin. But the quick-eyed Demorest suddenly let go his hold and stared at Barker's face. " Why, Barker, old boy, what 's up ? " " Everything 's up," gasped the breathless Barker. "It's all up about these stocks. It 's all a mistake ; all an infernal lie of that newspaper. I never had the right kind of shares. The ones I have are worthless rags ; " and the next instant he had blurted 40 BARKER'S LUCK out his whole interview with the bank man- ager. The two partners looked at each other, and then, to Barker's infinite perplexity, the same extraordinary convulsion that had seized Miss Kitty fell upon them. They laughed, holding on each other's shoulders ; they laughed, clinging to Barker's strug- gling figure ; they went out and laughed with their backs against a tree. They laughed separately and in different corners. And then they came up to Barker with tears in their eyes, dropped their heads on his shoulder, and murmured exhaustedly : " You blessed ass 1 " " But," said Stacy suddenly, " how did you manage to buy the claim ? " " Ah ! that 's the most awful thing, boys. I Ve never paid for it" groaned Barker. "But Carter sent us the bill of sale," persisted Demorest, " or we should n't have taken it." " I gave my promissory note at thirty days," said Barker desperately, " and where 's the money to come from now? But," he added wildly, as the men glanced at each other " you said * taken it.' Good heavens ! you don't mean to say that I 'm BARKER'S LUCK. 41 too late that you 've you 've touched it?" " I reckon that 's pretty much what we have been doing," drawled Demorest. " It looks uncommonly like it," drawled Stacy. Barker glanced blankly from the one to the other. " Shall we pass our young friend in to see the show?" said Demorest to Stacy. " Yes, if he '11 be perfectly quiet and not breathe on the glasses," returned Stacy. They each gravely took one of Barker's hands and led him to the corner of the cabin. There, on an old flour barrel, stood a large tin prospecting pan, in which the partners also occasionally used to knead their bread. A dirty towel covered it. Dem- orest whisked it dexterously aside, and disclosed three large fragments of decom- posed gold and quartz. Barker started back. " Heft it ! " said Demorest grimly. Barker could scarcely lift the pan ! " Four thousand dollars' weight if a penny ! " said Stacy, in short staccato sen- tences. " In a pocket ! Brought it out the second stroke of the pick ! We 'd been aw- 42 BARKER'S LUCK. fully blue after you left. Awfully blue, too, when that bill of sale came, for we thought you 'd been wasting your money on us. Reckoned we ought n't to take it, but send it straight back to you. Messenger gone ! Then Demorest reckoned as it was done it could n't be undone, and we ought to make just one ' prospect ' on the claim, and strike a single stroke for you. And there it is. And there 's more on the hillside." " But it is n't mine ! It is n't yours ! It's Carter's. I never had the money to pay for it and I have n't got it now." " But you gave the note and it is not due for thirty days." A recollection flashed upon Barker. "Yes," he said with thoughtful simplicity, " that 's what Kitty said." " Oh, Kitty said so," said both partners, gravely. " Yes," stammered Barker, turning away with a heightened color, " and, as I did n't stay there to luncheon, I think I 'd better be getting it ready." He picked up the coffee-pot and turned to the hearth as his two partners stepped beyond the door. " Was n't it exactly like him ? " said Dem- orest. BARKEB'S LUCK. 43 " Him all over," said Stacy. " And his worry over that note ? " said Demorest. " And * what Kitty said,' " said Stacy. " Look here ! I reckon that was n't all that Kitty said." " Of course not." "What luck 1" A YELLOW DOG. I NEVER knew why in the Western States of America a yellow dog should be prover- bially considered the acme of canine degra- dation and incompetency, nor why the pos- session of one should seriously affect the social standing of its possessor. But the fact being established, I think we accepted it at Rattlers Ridge without question. The matter of ownership was more difficult to settle ; and although the dog I have in my mind at the present writing attached him- self impartially and equally to every one in camp, no one ventured to exclusively claim him ; while, after the perpetration of any canine atrocity, everybody repudiated him with indecent haste. " Well, I can swear he has n't been near our shanty for weeks," or the retort, " He was last seen comin' out of your cabin," ex- pressed the eagerness with which Rattlers Ridge washed its hands of any responsi- bility. Yet he was by no means a common A YELLOW DOG. 45 dog, nor even an unhandsome dog ; and it was a singular fact that his severest critics vied with each other in narrating instances of his sagacity, insight, and agility which they themselves had witnessed. He had been seen crossing the " flume " that spanned Grizzly Canon, at a height of nine hundred feet, on a plank six inches wide. He had tumbled down the " shoot " to the South Fork, a thousand feet below, and was found sitting on the river bank " with- out a scratch, 'cept that he was lazily givin' himself with his off hind paw." He had been forgotten in a snowdrift on a Sierran shelf, and had come home in the early spring with the conceited complacency of an Alpine traveler and a plumpness alleged to have been the result of an exclusive diet of buried mail bags and their contents. He was gen- erally believed to read the advance election posters, and disappear a day or two before the candidates and the brass band which he hated came to the Ridge. He was suspected of having overlooked Colonel Johnson's hand at poker, and of having conveyed to the Colonel's adversary, by a succession of barks, the danger of betting against four kings. 46 A YELLOW DOG. While these statements were supplied by wholly unsupported witnesses, it was a very human weakness of Rattlers Ridge that the responsibility of corroboration was passed to the dog himself, and he was looked upon as a consummate liar. " Snoopin' round yere, and callin 1 yourself a poker sharp, are ye ! Scoot, you yaller pizin ! " was a common adjuration whenever the unfortunate animal intruded upon a card party. " Ef thar was a spark, an atom of truth in that dog, I 'd believe my own eyes that I saw him sittin' up and trying to magnetize a jay bird off a tree. But wot are ye goin' to do with a yaller equivocator like that?" I have said that he was yellow or, to use the ordinary expression, " yaller." In- deed, I am inclined to believe that much of the ignominy attached to the epithet lay in this favorite pronunciation. Men who ha- bitually spoke of a " yellow bird," a " yellow hammer," a " yellow leaf," always alluded to him as a " yaller dog." He certainly was yellow. After a bath usually compulsory he presented a decided gamboge streak down his back, from the top of his forehead to the stump of his tail, fading A YELLOW DOG. 47 in his sides and flank to a delicate straw color. His breast, legs, and feet when not reddened by " slumgullion," in which he was fond of wading were white. A few attempts at ornamental decoration from the India-ink pot of the storekeeper failed, partly through the yellow's dog's excessive agility, which would never give the paint time to dry on him, and partly through his success in transferring his markings to the trousers and blankets of the camp. The size and shape of his tail which had been cut off before his introduction to Rat- tlers Ridge were favorite sources of specu- lation to the miners, both as determining his breed and his moral responsibility in coming into camp in that defective condition. There was a general opinion that he could n't have looked worse with a tail, and its removal was therefore a gratuitous effrontery. His best feature was his eyes, which were a lustrous Vandyke brown, and sparkling with intelligence ; but here again he suffered from evolution through environment, and their original trustful openness was marred by the experience of watching for flying stones, sods, and passing kicks from the rear, so that the pupils were continually re- verting to the outer angle of the eyelid. 48 A YELLOW DOG. Nevertheless, none of these characteristics decided the vexed question of his breed. His speed and scent pointed to a " hound," and it is related that on one occasion he was laid on the trail of a wildcat with such success that he followed it apparently out of the State, returning at the end of two weeks, footsore, but blandly contented. Attaching himself to a prospecting party, he was sent under the same belief " into the brush" to drive off a bear, who was supposed to be haunting the camp fire. He returned in a few minutes with the bear, driving it into the unarmed circle and scattering the whole party. After this the theory of his being a hunting dog was abandoned. Yet it was said on the usual uncorroborated evi- dence that he had " put up " a quail ; and his qualities as a retriever were for a long time accepted, until, during a shooting ex- pedition for wild ducks, it was discovered that the one he had brought back had never been shot, and the party were obliged to compound damages with an adjacent set- tler. His fondness for paddling in the ditches and " slumgullion " at one time suggested a Vater spaniel. He could swim, and would A YELLOW DOG. 49 occasionally bring out of the river sticks and pieces of bark that had been thrown in ; but as he always had to be thrown in with them, and was a good-sized dog, his aquatic reputation faded also. He remained simply " a yaller dog." What more could be said ? His actual name was " Bones " given to him, no doubt, through the provincial cus- tom of confounding the occupation of the individual with his quality, for which it was pointed out precedent could be found in some old English family names. But if Bones generally exhibited no pre- ference for any particular individual in camp, he always made an exception in favor of drunkards. Even an ordinary roystering bacchanalian party brought him out from under a tree or a shed in the keenest satis- faction. He would accompany them through the long straggling street of the settlement, barking his delight at every step or mis-step of the revelers, and exhibiting none of that mistrust of eye which marked his attendance upon the sane and the respectable. He ac- cepted even their uncouth play without a snarl or a yelp, hypocritically pretending even to like it ; and I conscientiously be- lieve would have allowed a tin can to be 50 A YELLOW DOG. attached to his tail if the hand that tied it on were only unsteady, and the voice that bade him "lie still" were husky with liquor. He would " see " the party cheerfully into a saloon, wait outside the door his tongue fairly lolling from his mouth in enjoyment until they reappeared, permit them even to tumble over him with pleasure, and then gambol away before them, heedless of awk- wardly projected stones and epithets. He would afterwards accompany them separately home, or lie with them at cross roads until they were assisted to their cabins. Then he would trot rakishly to his own haunt by the saloon stove, with the slightly conscious air of having been a bad dog, yet of having had a good time. We never could satisfy ourselves whether his enjoyment arose from some merely self- ish conviction that he was more secure with the physically and mentally incompetent, from some active sympathy with active wickedness, or from a grim sense of his own mental superiority at such moments. But the general belief leant towards his kindred sympathy as a " yaller dog " with all that was disreputable. And this was supported by another very singular canine A YELLOW DOG. 51 manifestation the " sincere flattery " of simulation or imitation. " Uncle Billy " Riley for a short time en- joyed the position of being the camp drunk- ard, and at once became an object of Bones' greatest solicitude. He not only accom- panied him everywhere, curled at his feet or head according to Uncle Billy's attitude at the moment, but, it was noticed, began pres- ently to undergo a singular alteration in his own habits and appearance. From being an active, tireless scout and forager, a bold and unovertakable marauder, he became lazy and apathetic ; allowed gophers to burrow under him without endeavoring to under- mine the settlement in his frantic endeavors to dig them out, permitted squirrels to flash their tails at him a hundred yards away, for- got his usual caches, and left his favorite bones unburied and bleaching in the sun. His eyes grew dull, his coat lustreless, in proportion as his companion became blear- eyed and ragged ; in running, his usual arrow-like directness began to deviate, and it was not unusual to meet the pair to- gether, zig-zagging up the hill. Indeed, Uncle Billy's condition could be predeter- mined by Bones' appearance at times when 52 A YELLOW DOG. his temporary master was invisible. " The old man must have an awful jag on to-day," was casually remarked when an extra fluffi- ness and imbecility was noticeable in the passing Bones. At first it was believed that he drank also, but when careful investiga- tion proved this hypothesis untenable, he was freely called a "derned time-servin', yaller hypocrite." Not a few advanced the opin- ion that if Bones did not actually lead Uncle Billy astray, he at least " slavered him over and coddled him until the old man got con- ceited in his wickedness." This undoubtedly led to a compulsory divorce between them, and Uncle Billy was happily despatched to a neighboring town and a doctor,, Bones seemed to miss him greatly, ran away for two days, and was supposed to have visited him, to have been shocked at his convalescence, and to have been "cut" by Uncle Billy in his reformed character; and he returned to his old active life again, and buried his past with his forgotten bones. It was said that he was afterwards detected in trying to lead an intoxicated tramp into camp after the methods employed by a blind man's dog, but was discovered in time by the of course uncorroborated narrator. A YELLOW DOG. 58 I should be tempted to leave him thus in his original and picturesque sin, but the same veracity which compelled me to trans- cribe his faults and iniquities obliges me to describe his ultimate and somewhat monoto- nous reformation, which came from no fault of his own. It was a joyous day at Battlers Ridge that was equally the advent of his change of heart and the first stage coach that had been induced to diverge from the high road and stop regularly at our settlement. Flags were flying from the post office and Polka saloon and Bones was flying before the brass band that he detested, when the sweet- est girl in the county Pinkey Preston daughter of the county judge and hopelessly beloved by all Rattlers Ridge, stepped from the coach which she had glorified by occupy- ing as an invited guest. "What makes him run away?" she asked quickly, opening her lovely eyes in a possi- ble innocent wonder that anything could be found to run away from her. "He don't like the brass band," we ex- plained eagerly. "How funny," murmured the girl; "is it as out of tune as all that ? " 54 A YELLOW DOG. This irresistible witticism alone would have been enough to satisfy us we did nothing but repeat it to each other all the next day but we were positively trans- ported when we saw her suddenly gather her dainty skirts in one hand and trip off through the red dust towards Bones, who, with his eyes over his yellow shoulder, had halted in the road, and half turned in min- gled disgust and rage at the spectacle of the descending trombone. We held our breath as she approached him. Would Bones evade her as he did us at such moments, or would he save our reputation, and consent, for the moment, to accept her as a new kind of inebriate? She came nearer; he saw her; he began to slowly quiver with excite- ment his stump of a tail vibrating with such rapidity that the loss of the missing portion was scarcely noticeable. Suddenly she stopped before him, took his yellow head between her little hands, lifted it, and looked down in his handsome brown eyes with her two lovely blue ones. What passed between them in that magnetic glance no one ever knew. She returned with him ; said to him casually : " We 're not afraid of brass bands, are we? " to which he apparently acquiesced, A YELLOW DOG. 55 at least stifling his disgust of them, while he was near her which was nearly all the time. During the speech-making her gloved hand and his yellow head were always near together, and at the crowning ceremony her public checking of Yuba Bill's "way- bill," on behalf of the township, with a gold pencil, presented to her by the Stage Com- pany Bones' joy, far from knowing no bounds, seemed to know nothing but them, and he witnessed it apparently in the air. No one dared to interfere. For the first time a local pride in Bones sprang up in our hearts and we lied to each other in his praises openly and shamelessly. Then the time came for parting. We were standing by the door of the coach, hats in hand, as Miss Pinkey was about to step into it; Bones was waiting by her side, con- fidently looking into the interior, and appar- ently selecting his own seat on the lap of Judge Preston in the corner, when Miss Pinkey held up the sweetest of admonitory fingers. Then, taking his head between her two hands, she again looked into his brimming eyes, and said, simply, " Good dog," with the gentlest of emphasis on the adjective, and popped into the coach. 56 A YELLOW DOG. The six bay horses started as one, the gorgeous green and gold vehicle bounded forward, the red dust rose behind, and the yellow dog danced in and out of it to the very outskirts of the settlement. And then he soberly returned. A day or two later he was missed but the fact was afterwards known that he was at Spring Valley, the county town where Miss Preston lived and he was forgiven. A week afterwards he was missed again, but this time for a longer period, and then a pathetic letter arrived from Sacramento for the storekeeper's wife. "Would you mind," wrote Miss Pinky Preston, "asking some of your boys to come over here to Sacramento and bring back Bones? I don't mind having the dear dog walk out with me at Spring Valley, where every one knows me ; but here he does make one so noticeable, on account of his color. I 've got scarcely a frock that he agrees with. He don't go with my pink muslin, and that lovely buff tint he makes three shades lighter. You know yellow is so try- ing." A consultation was quickly held by the whole settlement, and a deputation sent to A YELLOW DOG 57 Sacramento to relieve the unfortunate girl. We were all quite indignant with Bones but, oddly enough, I think it was greatly tempered with our new pride in him. While he was with us alone, his peculiarities had been scarcely appreciated, but the re- current phrase, "that yellow dog that they keep at the Rattlers," gave us a mysterious importance along the country side, as if we had secured a "mascot" in some zoological curiosity. This was further indicated by a singular occurrence. A new church had been built at the cross roads, and an eminent divine had come from San Francisco to preach the opening sermon. After a careful examina- tion of the camp's wardrobe, and some feli- citous exchange of apparel, a few of us were deputed to represent "Rattlers " at the Sun- day service. In our white ducks, straw hats, and flannel blouses, we were suffi- ciently picturesque and distinctive as "hon- est miners " to be shown off in one of the front pews. Seated near the prettiest girls, who offered us their hymn-books in the cleanly odor of fresh pine shavings, and ironed muslin, and blown over by the spices of our own 58 A YELLOW DOG. woods through the open windows, a deep sense of the abiding peace of Christian com- munion settled upon us. At this supreme moment some one murmured in an awe- stricken whisper : " Will you look at Bones? " We looked. Bones had entered the church and gone up in the gallery through a pardonable ignorance and modesty; but, perceiving his mistake, was now calmly walking along the gallery rail before the astounded worshipers. Reaching the end, he paused for a moment, and carelessly looked down. It was about fifteen feet to the floor below the simplest jump in the world for the mountain-bred Bones. Dain- tily, gingerly, lazily, and yet with a con- ceited airiness of manner, as if, humanly speaking, he had one leg in his pocket and were doing it on three, he cleared the dis- tance, dropping just in front of the chancel, without a sound, turned himself around three times, and then lay comfortably down. Three deacons were instantly in the aisle coming up before the eminent divine, who, we fancied, wore a restrained smile. We heard the hurried whispers: "Belongs to them." "Quite a local institution here, A YELLOW DOG. 59 you know." "Don't like to offend sensi- bilities;" and the minister's prompt "By no means," as he went on with his service. A short month ago we would have repu- diated Bones ; to-day we sat there in slightly supercilious attitudes, as if to indicate that any affront offered to Bones would be an insult to ourselves, and followed by our in- stantaneous withdrawal in a body. All went well, however, until the minis- ter, lifting the large Bible from the com- munion table and holding it in both hands before him, walked towards a reading-stand by the altar rails. Bones uttered a distinct growl. The minister stopped. We, and we alone, comprehended in a flash the whole situation. The Bible was nearly the size and shape of one of those soft clods of sod which we were in the play- ful habit of launching at Bones when he lay half asleep in the sun, in order to see him cleverly evade it. We held our breath. What was to be done ? But the opportunity belonged to our leader, Jeff Briggs a confoundedly good- looking fellow, with the golden mustache of a northern viking and the curls of an Apollo. Secure in his beauty and bland in 60 A YELLOW DOG. his self-conceit, he rose from the pew, and stepped before the chancel rails. "I would wait a moment, if I were you, sir," he said, respectfully, "and you will see that he will go out quietly." "What is wrong?" whispered the minis- ter in some concern. "He thinks you are going to heave that book at him, sir, without giving him a fair show, as we do." The minister looked perplexed, but re- mained motionless, with the book in his hands. Bones arose, walked half way down the aisle, and vanished like a yellow flash ! With this justification of his reputation, Bones disappeared for a week. At the end of that time we received a polite note from Judge Preston, saying that the dog had become quite domiciled in their house, and begged that the camp, without yielding up their valuable property in him, would allow him to remain at Spring Valley for an in- definite time; that both the judge and his daughter with whom Bones was already an old friend would be glad if the mem- bers of the camp would visit their old favor- ite whenever they desired, to assure them- selves that he was well cared for. A YELLOW DOG. 61 I am afraid that the bait thus ingenuously thrown out had a good deal to do with our ultimate yielding. However, the reports of those who visited Bones were wonderful and marvelous. He was residing there in state, lying on rugs in the drawing-room, coiled up under the judicial desk in the judge's study, sleeping regularly on the mat outside Miss Pinkey's bedroom door, or lazily snap- ping at flies on the judge's lawn. "He 's as yaller as ever," said one of our informants, "but it don't somehow seem to be the same back that we used to break clods over in the old time, just to see him scoot out of the dust." And now I must record a fact which I am aware all lovers of dogs will indignantly deny, and which will be furiously bayed at by every faithful hound since the days of Ulysses. Bones not only forgot, but abso- lutely cut us ! Those who called upon the judge in "store clothes" he would perhaps casually notice, but he would sniff at them as if detecting and resenting them under their superficial exterior. The rest he sim- ply paid no attention to. The more familiar term of "Bonesy" formerly applied to him, as in our rare moments of endearment 62 A YELLOW DOG. produced no response. This pained, I think, some of the more youthful of us; but, through some strange human weakness, it also increased the camp's respect for him. Nevertheless, we spoke of him familiarly to strangers at the very moment he ignored us. I am afraid that we also took some pains to point out that he was getting fat and unwieldy, and losing his elasticity, im- plying covertly that his choice was a mis- take and his life a failure. A year after he died, in the odor of sanc- tity and respectability, being found one morning coiled up and stiff on the mat out- side Miss Pinkey's door. When the news was conveyed to us, we asked permission, the camp being in a prosperous condition, to erect a stone over his grave. But when it came to the inscription we could only think of the two words murmured to him by Miss Pinkey, which we always believe effected his conversion : "flood Dog I" A MOTHER OF FIVE. SHE was a mother and a rather exem- plary one of five children, although her own age was barely nine. Two of these children were twins, and she generally al- luded to them as "Mr. Amplach's children," referring to an exceedingly respectable gen- tleman in the next settlement, who, I have reason to believe, had never set eyes on her or them. The twins were quite naturally alike having been in a previous state of existence two ninepins and were still somewhat vague and inchoate below their low shoulders in their long clothes, but were also firm and globular about the head, and there were not wanting those who professed to see in this an unmistakable resemblance to their reputed father. The other children were dolls of different ages, sex, and condi- tion, but the twins may be said to have been distinctly her own conception. Yet such was her admirable and impartial maternity that she never made any difference between Bret Harte 3 V. 6 64 A MOTHER OF FIVE. them. "The Amplach's children" was a description rather than a distinction. She was herself the motherless child of Robert Foulkes, a hard-working but some- what improvident teamster on the Express Route between Big Bend and Reno. His daily avocation, when she was not actually with him in the wagon, led to an occasional dispersion of herself and her progeny along the road and at wayside stations between those places. But the family was generally collected together by rough but kindly hands already familiar with the handling of her children. I have a very vivid recollec- tion of Jim Carter trampling into a saloon, after a five-mile walk through a snowdrift, with an Amplach twin in his pocket. "Suthin' ought to be done," he growled, "to make Meary a little more careful o' them Amplach children; I picked up one outer the snow a mile beyond Big Bend." "God bless my soul! " said a casual passen- ger, looking up hastily; "I did n't know Mr. Amplach was married." Jim winked diabolically at us over his glass. "No more did I," he responded gloomily, "but you can't tell anything about the ways o' them respectable, psalm - singing jay birds." A MOTHER OF FIVE. 65 Having thus disposed of Amplach's charac- ter, later on, when he was alone with Mary, or "Meary," as she chose to pronounce it, the rascal worked upon her feelings with an account of the infant Amplach's sufferings in the snowdrift and its agonized whisper- ings for "Meary! Meary! " until real tears stood in Mary's blue eyes. "Let this be a lesson to you," he concluded, drawing the ninepin dexterously from his pocket, "for it took nigh a quart of the best forty-rod whiskey to bring that child to." Not only did Mary firmly believe him, but for- weeks afterwards "Julian Amplach" this un- happy twin was kept in a somnolent atti- tude in the cart, and was believed to have contracted dissipated habits from the effects of his heroic treatment. Her numerous family was achieved in only two years, and succeeded her first child, which was brought from Sacramento at considerable expense by .a Mr. William Dodd, also a teamster, on her seventh birth- day. This, by one of those rare inventions known only to a child's vocabulary, she at once called "Misery" probably a combi- nation of "Missy," as she herself was for- merly termed by strangers, and "Missouri," 66 A MOTHER OF FIVE. her native State. It was an excessively large doll at first Mr. Dodd wishing to get the worth of his money but time, and perhaps an excess of maternal care, reme- died the defect, and it lost flesh and certain unemployed parts of its limbs very rapidly. It was further reduced in bulk by falling under the wagon and having the whole train pass over it, but singularly enough its great- est attenuation was in the head and shoul- ders the complexion peeling off as a solid layer, followed by the disappearance of dis- tinct strata of its extraordinary composition. This continued until the head and shoulders were much too small for even its reduced frame, and all the devices of childish milli- nery a shawl secured with tacks and well hammered in, and a hat which tilted back- wards and forwards and never appeared at the same angle failed to restore symme- try. Until one dreadful morning, after an imprudent bath, the whole upper structure disappeared, leaving two hideous iron prongs standing erect from the spinal column. Even an imaginative child like Mary could not accept this sort of thing as a head. Later in the day Jack Roper, the black- smith at the "Crossing:," was concerned at A MOTHER OF FIVE. 67 the plaintive appearance, before his forge, of a little girl, clad in a bright blue pina- fore of the same color as her eyes, carrying her monstrous offspring in her arms. Jack recognized her and instantly divined the situation. "You haven't," he suggested kindly, "got another head at home suthin' left over?" Mary shook her head sadly; even her prolific maternity was not equal to the creation of children in detail. "Nor any thin' like a head?" he persisted sympa- thetically. Mary's loving eyes filled with tears. "No, nuffen!" "You couldn't," he continued thoughtfully, "use her the other side up? we might get a fine pair o' legs outer them irons," he added, touch- ing the two prongs with artistic suggestion. "Now look here " he was about to tilt the doll over when a small cry of feminine dis- tress and a swift movement of a matronly little arm arrested the evident indiscretion. "I see," he said gravely. "Well, you come here to-morrow, and we '11 fix up suthin' to work her." Jack was thoughtful the rest of the day, more than usually im- patient with certain stubborn mules to be shod, and even knocked off work an hour earlier to walk to Big Bend and a rival 68 A MOTHER OF FIVE. shop. But the next morning when the trustful and anxious mother appeared at the forge she uttered a scream of delight. Jack had neatly joined a hollow iron globe, taken from the newel post of some old iron stair- case railing, to the two prongs, and covered it with a coat of red fire-proof paint. It was true that its complexion was rather high, that it was inclined to be top-heavy, and that in the long run the other dolls suf- fered considerably by enforced association with this unyielding and implacable head and shoulders, but this did not diminish Mary's joy over her restored first-born. Even its utter absence of features was no defect in a family where features were as evanescent as in hers, and the most ordinary student of evolution could see that the "Amplach" ninepins were in legitimate succession to the globular -headed "Misery." For a time I think that Mary even preferred her to the others. Howbeit it was a pretty sight to see her on a summer afternoon sit- ting upon a wayside stump, her other chil- dren dutifully ranged around her, and the hard, unfeeling head of Misery pressed deep down into her loving little heart, as she swayed from side to side, crooning her plain- A MOTHER OF FIVE. 69 tive lullaby. Small wonder that the bees took up the song and droned a slumbrous accompaniment, or that high above her head the enormous pines, stirred through their depths by the soft Sierran air or Heaven knows what let slip flickering lights and shadows to play over that cast-iron face, until the child, looking down upon it with the quick, transforming power of love, thought that it smiled ? The two remaining members of the family were less distinctive. "Gloriana" pro- nounced as two words: "Glory Anna" being the work of her father, who also named it, was simply a cylindrical roll of canvas wagon -covering, girt so as to define a neck and waist, with a rudely inked face altogether a weak, pitiable, man - like invention; and "Johnny Dear," alleged to be the representative of John Doremus, a young storekeeper who occasionally supplied Mary with gratuitous sweets. Mary never admitted this, and, as we were all gentle- men along that road, we were blind to the suggestion. "Johnny Dear" was originally a small plaster phrenological cast of a head and bust, begged from some shop window in the county town, with a body clearly 70 A MOTHER OF FIVE. constructed by Mary herself. It was an ominous fact that it was always dressed as a boy, and was distinctly the most human- looking of all her progeny. Indeed, in spite of the faculties that were legibly printed all over its smooth, white, hairless head, it was appallingly life-like. Left sometimes by Mary astride of the branch of a wayside tree, horsemen had been known to dismount hurriedly and examine it, re- turning with a mystified smile, and it was on record that Yuba Bill had once pulled up the Pioneer Coach at the request of curi- ous and imploring passengers, and then grimly installed "Johnny Dear" beside him on the box seat, publicly delivering him to Mary at Big Bend, to her wide-eyed confu- sion and the first blush we had ever seen on her round, chubby, sunburnt cheeks. It may seem strange that, with her great popu- larity and her well-known maternal instincts, she had not been kept fully supplied with proper and more conventional dolls ; but it was soon recognized that she did not care for them left their waxen faces, rolling eyes, and abundant hair in ditches, or stripped them to help clothe the more ex- travagant creatures of her fancy. So it A MOTHER OF FIVE. 71 came that "Johnny Dear's" strictly classi- cal profile looked out from under a girl's fashionable straw sailor hat, to the utter obliteration of his prominent intellectual faculties; the Amplach twins wore bonnets on their ninepin heads, and even an attempt was made to fit a flaxen scalp on the iron- headed Misery. But her dolls were always a creation of her own her affection for them increasing with the demand upon her imagination. This may seem somewhat inconsistent with her habit of occasionally abandoning them in the woods or in the ditches. But she had an unbounded confi- dence in the kindly maternity of Nature, and trusted her children to the breast of the Great Mother as freely as she did herself in her own motherlessness. And this con- fidence was rarely betrayed. Rats, mice, snails, wild cats, panther and bear never touched her lost waifs. Even the elements were kindly; an Amplach twin buried un- der a snowdrift in high altitxides reappeared smilingly in the spring in all its wooden and painted integrity. We were all Pantheists then and believed this implicitly. It was only when exposed to the milder forces of civilization that Mary had anything to fear. 72 A MOTHER OF FIVE. Yet even then, when Patsey O'Connor's domestic goat had once tried to "sample" the lost Misery, he had retreated with the loss of three front teeth, and Thompson's mule came out of an encounter with that iron -headed prodigy with a sprained hind leg and a cut and swollen pastern. But these were the simple Arcadian days of the road between Big Bend and Reno, and progress and prosperity, alas! brought changes in their wake. It was already whispered that Mary ought to be going to school, and Mr. Amplach still happily oblivious of the liberties taken with his name as trustee of the public school at Duckville, had intimated that Mary's Bo- hemian wanderings were a scandal to the county. She was growing up in ignorance, a dreadful ignorance of everything but the chivalry, the deep tenderness, the delicacy and unselfishness of the rude men around her, and obliviousness of faith in anything but the immeasurable bounty of Nature towards her and her children. Of course there was a fierce discussion between "the boys " of the road and the few married fami- lies of the settlement on this point, but, of course, progress and " snivelization " as A MOTHER OF FIVE. 73 the boys chose to call it triumphed. The projection of a railroad settled it; Robert Foulkes, promoted to a foremanship of a division of the line, was made to understand that his daughter must be educated. But the terrible question of Mary's family re- mained. No school would open its doors to that heterogeneous collection, and Mary's little heart would have broken over the rude dispersal or heroic burning of her children. The ingenuity of Jack Roper suggested a compromise. She was allowed to select one to take to school with her; the others were adopted by certain of her friends, and she was to be permitted to visit them every Saturday afternoon. The selection was a cruel trial, so cruel that, knowing her un- doubted preference for her first-born, Mis- ery, we would not have interfered for worlds, but in her unexpected choice of "Johnny Dear " the most unworldly of us knew that it was the first glimmering of feminine tact her first submission to the world of pro- priety that she was now entering. "Johnny Dear " was undoubtedly the most presenta- ble; even more, there was an educational suggestion in its prominent, mapped out phrenological organs. The adopted fathers 74 A MOTHEE OF FIVE. were loyal to their trust. Indeed, for years afterwards the blacksmith kept the iron- headed Misery on a rude shelf, like a shrine, near his bunk; nobody but himself and Meary ever knew the secret, stolen, and thrilling interviews that took place during the first days of their separation. Certain facts, however, transpired concerning Mary's equal faithfulness to another of her children. It is said that one Saturday afternoon, when the road manager of the new line was seated in his office at Keno in private business dis- cussion with two directors, a gentle tap was heard at the door. It was opened to an eager little face, a pair of blue eyes, and a blue pinafore. To the astonishment of the directors, a change came over the face of the manager. Taking the child gently by the hand, he walked to his desk, on which the papers of the new line were scattered, and drew open a drawer from which he took a large ninepin extraordinarily dressed as doll. The astonishment of the two gentle- men was increased at the following quaint colloquy between the manager and the child. "She 's doing remarkably well in spite of the trying weather, but I have had to keep her very quiet," said the manager, regard- -, ing the ninepin critically. A MOTHER OF FIVE. 75 "Ess," said Mary quickly. "It's just the same with Johnny Dear; his cough is f 'ightful at nights. But Misery 's all right. I 've just been to see her." "There's a good deal of scarlet fever around," continued the manager with quiet concern, "and we can't be too careful. But I shall take her for a little run down the line to-morrow." The eyes of Mary sparkled and overflowed like blue water. Then there was a kiss, a little laugh, a shy glance at the two curious strangers, the blue pinafore fluttered away, and the colloquy ended. She was equally attentive in her care of the others, but the rag baby "Gloriana," who had found a home in Jim Carter's cabin at the Ridge, living too far for daily visits, was brought down regularly on Saturday afternoon to Mary's house by Jim, tucked in asleep in his saddle bags or riding gallantly before him on the horn of his saddle. On Sunday there was a dress parade of all the dolls, which kept Mary in heart for the next week's desolation. But there came one Saturday and Sunday when Mary did not appear, and it was known along the road that she ha