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Updated: June 4, 2025
Marjie sat alone by the fire. How many times that summer we had talked of the long winter evenings we should spend together by that fireplace in Marjie's cosy sitting-room. And now she was beside the hearth, and I was far away. I might have been forgiven without a word had I walked in that evening and found her, as O'mie did, alone with her sad thoughts.
Awful busy man, that Cam Gentry." O'mie smiled at the remembrance. He knew why tender-hearted Cam had fled from a good-bye scene. "Dave Mead's goin' to start to California in a few days." He rattled on, "The church supper in October was the biggest they've had yet. Dever's got a boil on the back of his neck, and Jim Conlow's drivin' stage for him.
I just looked straight up at Jean the light was gettin' dim an' I says, 'You may go plum to the divil, but you can't hurt that part av me that's never hungry nor thirsty. When you git face to face wid a thing like that," O'mie spoke reverently, "somehow the everlastin' arms, Dr. Hemingway's preaches of, is strong underneath you.
When that midnight storm broke over the town, on the night when O'mie followed the strangers and found out their plot, I helped Aunt Candace to fasten the windows and make sure against it until I was too wide awake to go to bed. I sat down by my window, in the lightning flashes watching the rain, wind-driven across the landscape. The night was pitch black.
They's several av 'em. Don't forgit, Phil; I know I'd die for your sake." "O'mie, I believe you, but don't be uneasy about me. You know me as well as anybody in this town. What have I to fear?" "Begorra, there was niver a purer-hearted boy than you iver walked out of a fun-lovin', rollickin' boyhood into a clane, honest manhood. You can't be touched."
He looked keenly at me and said quietly: "You would make a good lawyer, Phil, you seem to know what a lawyer must know; that is, what people think as well as what they say." "I don't quite understand, father," I replied. "Then you won't make a good lawyer. It's the understanding that makes the lawyer," and he changed the subject. My mind was not greatly disturbed over O'mie, however.
"It's a crime and a disgrace," declared Dave Mead, "that because we're only boys we can't go to the War, and every one of us, except O'mie here, muscled like oxen; while older, weaker men are being shot down at Chancellorsville or staggering away from Bull Run." "O'mie 'thgot the thtuff in him though. I'd back him againth David and Goliath," Bud Anderson insisted.
If I've tagged you and spied, and played the dirty coward, and ain't no gintleman, it was to save a good name, and to keep from exposure a name maybe it's a girl's, none too good, I'm afraid but it would niver come to the gossips through me. You know that." Lettie did know it. O'mie and she had made mud pies together in the days when they still talked in baby words.
But he said he hated 'Rockport. Oh, what can it all mean? How could he be so good to me and then deceive me so? Shall I believe Lettie, or O'mie?"
I guess not, fur you'd not be making pictures now, You'd be a picture yourself, the kind they put on the carbolic acid bottle an' mark 'pizen." O'mie paused and looked out dreamily across the valley to the east plains beyond them. "I can't tell how fast things wint through me moind that night. You did some thinkin' yourself, an' you know.
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