While I live,I propose to be the head of my family.I invite you!I ask you!Mrs.Pryor and I want you!What more is necessary?""TWO things,"said Laddie,just as serenely."That Miss Pryor wants me,and that I want to come.""D'ye mean to tell me that you DON'T want to come,eh?After the fight you put up to force your way in!"Laddie studied the sky,a whimsy smile on his lips.
"Now wasn't that a good fight?"he inquired."I'm mighty proud of it!But not now,or ever,do I wish to enter your house again,if Miss Pryor doesn't want,and welcome me."Then he went over,took Mr.Pryor's horse by the head,and began working with its bridle.It didn't set right some way,and Mr.
Pryor had jerked,spurred,and mauled,until there was a big space tramped to mortar.Laddie slid his fingers beneath the leather,eased it a little,and ran his hands over the fretful creature's head.It just stopped,stood still,pushed its nose under his arm,and pressed against his side.Mr.Pryor arose in one stirrup,swung around and alighted.He looped an arm through the bridle rein,and with both hands gripped his whipstock.
"How the devil do you do it?"he asked,as if he were provoked.
"First,the bridle was uncomfortable;next,you surely know,Mr.
Pryor,that a man can transfer his mental state to his mount."Laddie pointed to the churned up earth.
"THAT represents your mental state;THIS"--he slid his hand down the neck of the horse--"portrays mine."Mr.Pryor's face reddened,but Laddie was laughing so heartily he joined in sort of sickly-like.
"Oh I doubt if you are so damnably calm!"he cried.
"I'm CALM enough,so far as that goes,"said Laddie."I'm not denying that I've got about all the heartache I can conveniently carry.""Do you mind telling me how far this affair has gone?""Wouldn't a right-minded man give the woman in the case the first chance to answer that question?I greatly prefer that you ask Miss Pryor."If ever I felt sorry for any one,I did then for Mr.Pryor.He stood there gripping the whip with both hands and he looked exactly as if the May wind might break him into a thousand tiny pieces,and every one of them would be glass.
"Um--er----"he said at last."You're right,of course,but unfortunately,Pamela and her mother did not agree with my motives,or my course in coming to this country;and while there is no outward demonstration er--um--other than Mrs.Pryor's seclusion;yet,er--um!--I am forced to the belief that I'm NOTin their confidence."
"I see!"said Laddie."And of course you love your daughter as any man would love so beautiful a child,and when she is all he has----"I thought the break was coming right there,but Mr.
Pryor clenched his whip and put it off;still,any one watching with half an eye could see that it was only put off,and not for long at that,--"It has been my idea,Mr.Pryor,that the proper course for me was to see if I could earn any standing with your daughter.If I could,and she gave me permission,then I intended coming to you the instant I knew how she felt.But in such a case as this,I don't think I shall find the slightest hesitation in telling you anything you want to know,that I am able.""You don't know how you stand with her?"
Laddie took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair.
His feet were planted widely apart,and his face was sober enough for any funeral now.At last he spoke.
"I've been trying to figure that out,"he said slowly."I believe the situation is as open to you as it is to me.She was a desperately lonely,homesick girl,when she caught my eye and heart;and I placed myself on her horizon.In her case the women were slow in offering friendship,because,on account of Mrs.
Pryor's seclusion,none was felt to be wanted;then Miss Pryor was different in dress and manner.I found a way to let her see that I wanted to be friends,and she accepted my friendship,and at the same time allowed it go only so far.On a few rare occasions,I've met her alone,and we've talked out various phases of life together;but most of our intercourse has taken place in your home,and in your presence.You probably have seen her meet and entertain her friends frequently.I should think you would be more nearly able to gauge my standing with her than I am.""You haven't told her that you love her?"
"Haven't I though?"cried Laddie."Man alive!What do you think I'm made of?Putty?Told her?I've told her a thousand times.
I've said it,and sung it and whistled it,and looked it,and lived it.I've written it,and ridden it,and this week I've plowed it!Your daughter knows as she knows nothing else,in all this world,that she has only to give me one glance,one word,one gesture of invitation,to find me before her six feet of the worst demoralized beefsteak a woman ever undertook to handle.
Told her?Ye Gods!I should say I've told her!"If any of Pryors had been outdoors they certainly could have heard Mr.Pryor.How he laughed!He shook until he tottered.
Laddie took his arm and led him to the fence.He lifted a broad top rail,pushed it between two others across a corner and made a nice comfortable seat for him.After a while Mr.Pryor wiped his eyes.Laddie stood watching him with a slow grin on his face.
"And she hasn't given the signal you are waiting for?"he asked at last.
Laddie slowly shook his head.
