Devil's Ford eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 96 pages of information about Devil's Ford.

Devil's Ford eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 96 pages of information about Devil's Ford.

She laughed, but her eyes sought her sister’s with a certain watchfulness of expression.

Christie shrugged her shoulders, with a suggestion of disgust.

“Don’t joke.  We ought to have thought of all this before.”

“But when we first knew them, in the dear old cabin, there wasn’t any other woman and nobody to gossip, and that’s what made it so nice.  I don’t think so very much of civilization, do you?” said the young lady pertly.

Christie did not reply.  Perhaps she was thinking the same thing.  It certainly had been very pleasant to enjoy the spontaneous and chivalrous homage of these men, with no further suggestion of recompense or responsibility than the permission to be worshipped; but beyond that she racked her brain in vain to recall any look or act that proclaimed the lover.  These men, whom she had found so relapsed into barbarism that they had forgotten the most ordinary forms of civilization; these men, even in whose extravagant admiration there was a certain loss of self-respect, that as a woman she would never forgive; these men, who seemed to belong to another race—­impossible!  Yet it was so.

“What construction must they have put upon her father’s acceptance of their presents—­of their company—­of her freedom in their presence?  No! they must have understood from the beginning that she and her sister had never looked upon them except as transient hosts and chance acquaintances.  Any other idea was preposterous.  And yet—­”

It was the recurrence of this “yet” that alarmed her.  For she remembered now that but for their slavish devotion they might claim to be her equal.  According to her father’s account, they had come from homes as good as their own; they were certainly more than her equal in fortune; and her father had come to them as an employee, until they had taken him into partnership.  If there had only been sentiment of any kind connected with any of them!  But they were all alike, brave, unselfish, humorous—­and often ridiculous.  If anything, Dick Mattingly was funniest by nature, and made her laugh more.  Maryland Joe, his brother, told better stories (sometimes of Dick), though not so good a mimic as the other Kearney, who had a fairly sympathetic voice in singing.  They were all good-looking enough; perhaps they set store on that—­men are so vain.

And as for her own rejected suitor, Fairfax Munroe, except for a kind of grave and proper motherliness about his protecting manner, he absolutely was the most indistinctive of them all.  He had once brought her some rare tea from the Chinese camp, and had taught her how to make it; he had cautioned her against sitting under the trees at nightfall; he had once taken off his coat to wrap around her.  Really, if this were the only evidence of devotion that could be shown, she was safe!

“Well,” said Jessie, “it amuses you, I see.”

Christie checked the smile that had been dimpling the cheek nearest Jessie, and turned upon her the face of an elder sister.

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