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The old woman downstairs did n’t want to let me come up very much. I told her I was from your home town, and had promised your grandmother to come and see you. How surprised Mrs. Burden would be!” Lena laughed softly as she rose. When I caught up my hat she shook her head. “No, I don’t want you to go with me. I’m to meet some Swedes at the drug-store. You would n’t care for them.
I could n’t see any town, or even distant lights; we were surrounded by utter darkness. The engine was panting heavily after its long run. In the red glow from the fire-box, a group of people stood huddled together on the platform, encumbered by bundles and boxes. I knew this must be the immigrant family the conductor had told us about.
“Up at the dog-town,” I answered laconically. “Kill him yourself? How come you to have a weepon?” “We’d been up to Russian Peter’s, to borrow a spade for Ambrosch.” Otto shook the ashes out of his pipe and squatted down to count the rattles. “It was just luck you had a tool,” he said cautiously. “Gosh! I would n’t want to do any business with that fellow myself, unless I had a fence-post along.
I board, to save time, but sometimes I cook a chop for myself, and I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,”—she began to put on her white gloves,—“it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.” “You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.” “We can talk when you come to see me. I expect you don’t often have lady visitors.
“You would n’t believe how steady those girls have turned out,” Ántonia remarked. “Mary Svoboda’s the best butter-maker in all this country, and a fine manager. Her children will have a grand chance.” As Ántonia turned over the pictures the young Cuzaks stood behind her chair, looking over her shoulder with interested faces.
A hand closed softly on my shoulder, and at the same moment I felt something hairy and cologne-scented brushing my face. If the room had suddenly been flooded with electric light, I could n’t have seen more clearly the detestable bearded countenance that I knew was bending over me. I caught a handful of whiskers and pulled, shouting something.
“Oh, we know!” they said again, warmly. “She’s not very old now,” Ambrosch added. “Not much older than you.” “Well,” I said, “if you were n’t nice to her, I think I’d take a club and go for the whole lot of you. I could n’t stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody who looked after you.
It makes them feel important to think they’re in love with somebody.” “The Colonel would marry you in a minute. I hope you won’t marry some old fellow; not even a rich one.” Lena shifted her pillows and looked up at me in surprise. “Why, I’m not going to marry anybody. Did n’t you know that?” “Nonsense, Lena. That’s what girls say, but you know better.
It’s all being under somebody’s thumb. What’s on your mind, Jim? Are you afraid I’ll want you to marry me some day?” Then I told her I was going away. “What makes you want to go away, Jim? Have n’t I been nice to you?” “You’ve been just awfully good to me, Lena,” I blurted. “I don’t think about much else. I never shall think about much else while I’m with you.
He must have gone right down to the barn and done it then. He layed down on that bunk-bed, close to the ox stalls, where he always slept. When we found him, everything was decent except,”—Fuchs wrinkled his brow and hesitated,—“except what he could n’t nowise foresee. His coat was hung on a peg, and his boots was under the bed.
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