It had always been so.  And now, as she grew older, and her flesh had almost ceased to be concerned with pain or pleasure, like the wasted wax images in old churches, it still vibrated with his feelings and became quick again for him.  His chagrins shrivelled her.  When he was hurt and suffered silently, something ached in her.  On the other hand, when he was happy, a wave of physical contentment went through her.  If she wakened in the night and happened to think that he had been happy lately, she would lie softly and gratefully in her warm place.

“Rest, rest, perturbed spirit,” she sometimes whispered to him in her mind, when she wakened thus and thought of him.  There was a singular light in his eyes when he smiled at her on one of his good days, as if to tell her that all was well in his inner kingdom.  She had seen that same look again and again, and she could always remember it in the dark,—­a quick blue flash, tender and a little wild, as if he had seen a vision or glimpsed bright uncertainties.

XIII

The next few weeks were busy ones on the farm.  Before the wheat harvest was over, Nat Wheeler packed his leather trunk, put on his “store clothes,” and set off to take Tom Welted back to Maine.  During his absence Ralph began to outfit for life in Yucca county.  Ralph liked being a great man with the Frankfort merchants, and he had never before had such an opportunity as this.  He bought a new shot gun, saddles, bridles, boots, long and short storm coats, a set of furniture for his own room, a fireless cooker, another music machine, and had them shipped to Colorado.  His mother, who did not like phonograph music, and detested phonograph monologues, begged him to take the machine at home, but he assured her that she would be dull without it on winter evenings.  He wanted one of the latest make, put out under the name of a great American inventor.

Some of the ranches near Wested’s were owned by New York men who brought their families out there in the summer.  Ralph had heard about the dances they gave, and he way counting on being one of the guests.  He asked Claude to give him his dress suit, since Claude wouldn’t be needing it any more.

“You can have it if you want it,” said Claude indifferently “But it won’t fit you.”

“I’ll take it in to Fritz and have the pants cut off a little and the shoulders taken in,” his brother replied lightly.

Claude was impassive.  “Go ahead.  But if that old Dutch man takes a whack at it, it will look like the devil.”

“I think I’ll let him try.  Father won’t say anything about what I’ve ordered for the house, but he isn’t much for glad rags, you know.”  Without more ado he threw Claude’s black clothes into the back seat of the Ford and ran into town to enlist the services of the German tailor.

Mr. Wheeler, when he returned, thought Ralph had been rather free in expenditures, but Ralph told him it wouldn’t do to take over the new place too modestly.  “The ranchers out there are all high-fliers.  If we go to squeezing nickels, they won’t think we mean business.”