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Updated: May 23, 2025
Lost, beneath the great height of the dome, and in the wide reach of the floor space, in her foolish finery of bangles, silks, high comb, and little rosetted slippers, Laura Jadwin lay half hidden among the cushions of the couch.
"Of course it was. He comes 'round every day. The clerks give him a dollar every now and then." "And he's not dead? And that was Hargus, that wretched, broken whew! I don't want to think of it, Sam!" And Jadwin, taken all aback, sat for a moment speechless. "Yes, sir," muttered the broker grimly, "that was Hargus." There was a long silence.
It was not to be "Theodora" now, nor "Juliet," nor "Carmen." It was to be only Laura Jadwin just herself, unaided by theatricals, unadorned by tinsel. But it seemed consistent none the less to choose her most beautiful gown for the occasion, to panoply herself in every charm that was her own.
They blended easily into a far-off murmur; they came nearer; they developed into a cadence: "Wheat-wheat-wheat, wheat-wheat-wheat." Jadwin roused up. He had just been dropping off to sleep. He rose and shut the window, and again threw himself down. He was weary to death; not a nerve of his body that did not droop and flag. His eyes closed slowly.
Cressler turned to the artist, passing him her opera glasses, and asking: "Who are those people down there in the third row of the parquet see, on the middle aisle the woman is in red. Aren't those the Gretrys?" This left Jadwin and Laura out of the conversation, and the capitalist was quick to seize the chance of talking to her.
They had done a little trading with the Indians in that neighborhood, and had become very friendly with a young chief named Flat Nose, and with some warriors under him who went by the name of the Wanderers. "Did you ever hear of this Flat Nose?" asked Dave of the frontiersman who had brought in the information. "Not I, but Jadwin has," said the hunter.
And even without that, the market is top-heavy. Porteous makes me weary. He and his gang have been bucking it up till we've got an abnormal price. Ninety-four for May wheat! Why, it's ridiculous. Ought to be selling way down in the eighties. The least little jolt would tip her over. Well," he said abruptly, squaring himself at Jadwin, "do we come in?
"But this is the last isn't it?" said Laura. "Yes," admitted Jadwin, with a quick, deep breath. "I'm done now. No more speculating. Let some one else have a try now. See if they can hold five million bushels till it's wanted. My, my, I am tired as I've said before. D'that tea come, Laura?" "What's that in your hand?" she answered, smiling. Jadwin stared at the cup and saucer he held, whimsically.
There was every probability that the house and grounds would be finished in time. "Very well," said Laura, in answer to his question, "at ten we'll be ready. Good-night." She held out her hand. But Jadwin put it quickly aside, and took her swiftly and strongly into his arms, and turning her face to his, kissed her cheek again and again. Laura submitted, protesting: "Curtis! Such foolishness.
Laura had hoped that now her husband would be able to spend his entire time with her, but in this she was disappointed. At first Jadwin went down to the city but two days a week, but soon this was increased to alternate days.
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