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John's got to get a bill through Congress, you know." "Oh." Lydia gave a great sigh of relief; a year or so was a very long time. She decided to forget the Indians' trouble and rejoice in Levine's triumph. It was a triumph that John himself took very quietly. He realized that he had ahead of him in Congress a long and heavy campaign.
I fought and fought and I have for years till I'm sick of it. Now, at least, there'll be no more poverty for Dad to complain of." "'Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a ribband to wear in his coat," quoted Billy bitterly. "Lydia, I can't believe it!" "It's true," repeated Lydia. "I couldn't stand Kent and Dad both. And partly I did it for John Levine's memory.
"One thing I will tell you, Billy," Lydia went on, "I'm going to take the short dairy course this winter, besides my other work." Billy looked at the sweet, resolute face curiously, then he chuckled. "Whenever you deign to unravel the workings of the mystery you call your mind, I'll be crazy to listen," he said. Early in September, John Levine's will was found.
"It's hard to realize that he's the scandalous John Levine," she said. "He's simply charming!" Lydia flared, flushed and subsided. Never again, she realized, could she contradict aspersions cast on Levine's character. And yet, how like a bad dream the episode of last night seemed. If only it had been a dream!
It take her many days to die. I old. I pray Great Spirit take me. No! I starve! I freeze! I no can die. She young. She have little baby. She die." Suddenly, she flung the watch at Levine's feet and sank trembling into her chair. There was silence for a moment. In at the open window came the rumble of a street-car. Levine cleared his throat.
"I don't see how John Levine's reputation about Indians or pine lands can hurt me any," protested Lydia, angrily, "and I just think you're the impolitest person I know." Elviry snorted and started to speak but Margery interrupted. "You are impolite, Mama! It's none of our business about Lydia if she wants to be common." Lydia rose, holding the paper parcel carefully in her arms.
"Out for a tramp as a digester," explained Dave. "Came to call on my friend Lydia. I ain't seen her for ages." He and Levine nodded to each other. Amos shook hands and Dave kissed Lydia, catching a dark scowl on Levine's face as he did so. "Let's play paper dolls," said Margery, as soon as she had pulled off her coat. "You play 'em," replied Lydia, "I'm awful tired."
And for the first time there spread over John Levine's face a blush, so dark, so agonizing, that the men about him turned their eyes away. With a little groan, he sat down. Lydia clasped her hands. "Oh, it is all my fault," she repeated brokenly, "all the trouble that's come to Lake City." Billy Norton jumped up. "That's blamed nonsense!" he began, when Smith interrupted him, impatiently.
"Fathers are expected to do these little things for their own children. But how much nicer it would be if you could give me the Gett yourself." "I would marry you with pleasure," said Reb Shemuel, "but divorce is another matter. The Din has too much regard for a father's feelings to allow that." "And you really think I am Sam Levine's wife?" "How many times shall I tell you?
"God knows I'm not cross to Lydia of all people in the world," sighed Amos, "but she worries over money matters just the way her mother did and I want to finish talking this over with you." "There's nothing more to talk about," Levine's voice was short. "Let him call in the loan, the fat hog!" Lydia slept the long night through. She awoke refreshed and renewed.
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