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And the latter, wondering not a little at the stiff disposition to have her quickly away, which she had somehow divined through all the gushing cordiality of Mrs. Wyeth's manner, went on upstairs. As she rapped at Mrs. Eversley's door, the bell of the street door sounded in her ears. Somewhat less than an hour after, she came softly out again, opening and closing the door noiselessly.
"Why, I don't know. I imagine I shall be very busy most of the time." "That's all right. If you're busy you can send word for me to vamoose. That will be part of the bargain. Good-by." Mrs. Wyeth's first remark, after entering, was concerning Sam's friend. "I rather like that young person," she said. "Samuel idolizes him, of course, but Samuel would worship a hyena if it played football.
Wyeth's comfortable house a home, although not of course to be compared with the real home at South Harniss at Mrs. Wyeth's she was more of a favorite than ever, not only with the mistress of the house, but with Miss Pease, who was considered eccentric and whose liking was reported hard to win. The two ladies had many talks concerning the girl.
In the first half of the last century, a party of twenty young men from Cambridge, Massachusetts, started on what at that time was a great adventure, the overland journey to Oregon. The preface to Wyeth's "Oregon Expedition" throws light on the ideas of those who were not statesmen or captains of industry, but only plain American citizens sharing the vision which was common.
"Pleased to meet you, ma'am." "And this young lady," went on Keith, "is Miss Mary Lathrop. Miss Lathrop, this lady is Mrs. Wyeth, my cousin." Mary-'Gusta, with the uneasy feeling that Mrs. Wyeth's gaze had been fixed upon her since she entered the room, bowed but said nothing. "And now," said Mr. Keith, heartily, "we'll have luncheon. You're just in time and Mrs. Wyeth has been expecting you."
This was somewhat of a disagreeable foretaste of mountain life to some of Wyeth's band, accustomed only to the regular and peaceful life of New England; nor was it altogether to the taste of Captain Sublette's men, who were chiefly creoles and townsmen from St. Louis.
After the battle, the brigade of Milton Sublette, together with the free trappers, and Wyeth's New England band, remained some days at the rendezvous, to see if the main body of Blackfeet intended to make an attack; nothing of the kind occurring, they once more put themselves in motion, and proceeded on their route toward the southwest.
I looked wildly about for escape I would leap up rush home to bury my burning face in my pillows, and, later, in the friendly cabin of a homeward-bound steamer. I would fly fly at once! Woe to the man who blocked my way! I started to my feet, but at that moment I caught Miss Wyeth's eyes fixed on mine. "'Don't go, she said. "What in Heaven's name lay in those blue eyes?
"I nodded, intensely annoyed. "'Will you listen to reason, then? he continued, eagerly. "'No, I began, but I caught Miss Wyeth's blue eyes fixed on mine with an expression so sad, so sweetly appealing, that I faltered. "'Yes, I will listen, I said, faintly. "'Will you become my pupil? insisted the professor.
He scanned her with an assumption of jesting earnestness, palpably meant to conceal some deeper emotion. She put a detaining hand on his arm as he was about to turn the key in the lock. "Bernal, I haven't time to be indirect, or beat about, or anything so forgive the abruptness were you at Mrs. Wyeth's this afternoon?"
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