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Updated: May 14, 2025
A bit of yellow paper on the chiffonier brought Wallie to his full sense as his eyes fell upon it. It was the answer to a telegram he had sent Pinkey Fripp, in Prouty, Wyoming, making inquiries as to the possibility of taking up a homestead. It read: They's a good piece of ground you can file on if you got the guts to hold it.
He read aloud: "Helene Spenceley Prouty, Wyoming." Mr. Cone lowered his voice discreetly: "What was her explanation?" "She accused me of snoring!" declared Mr. Penrose, furiously. "I heard the clock strike every hour until morning! Not a wink have I slept not a wink, Mr. Cone!" "We can arrange this satisfactorily, Mr. Penrose," Mr. Cone smiled conciliatingly.
Mormon Joe, dressed warmly in leather "chaps" and sheep-lined coat, was riding away on one of the work horses. Never since they had been together had he gone to Prouty without some word of farewell careless and casual, but unfailing. Nor could she remember when he had not turned in the saddle and waved at her before they lost sight of each other altogether. This time she waited vainly.
Two reporters from Des Moines newspapers went with it and there was excellent publicity. Mrs. P. J. Mills of Des Moines managed the trip and accompanied the party with her car, Miss Evangeline Prouty, daughter of an Iowa member of Congress, acting as chauffeur. Miss Dunlap also made the entire two weeks' journey, while other workers joined for briefer periods.
You have something to ask me? Ask it. You'll receive a plain answer." "Do you intend to enforce the prohibitory law?" "I question your good taste, Mr. Prouty, in selecting one law and asking a prospective Governor whether he intends to do his sworn duty in regard to it." "But other Governors have not done so. We propose to have pledges after this. We'll vote for no more nullifiers."
He saw that she was determined, so he did not protest further, but his reluctant gaze followed her as she disappeared up the narrow dirty stairway. The mayor attended to the official business of Prouty at a flat-top desk in a large front room where he also wrote an occasional life insurance policy.
Wallie grew warm every time he thought of such a message addressed to him coming over the wire. Though worse than inelegant, and partially unintelligible, it was plain enough that what he wanted was there if he went for it, and he had replied that Pinkey might look for him shortly in Prouty. And to-day he was leaving!
Toomey's conscience and caution into a profound slumber the latter to be awakened only when, counting the banknotes in her husband's wallet, she was startled to discover that they had little more than enough to pay their hotel bill and return to Prouty in comfort. If either of them remembered the source from which their present luxurious enjoyment came, neither mentioned it.
Once more the future looked roseate; but perhaps the real source of his happiness lay in the fact that he had seen Helene Spenceley in Prouty a good bit of late and she had treated him with a consideration which had been conspicuously lacking heretofore.
To borrow five dollars nowadays was a distinct achievement, and his sallow face had taken on the habitual expression of a hungry wolf waiting for strays and weaklings. Mrs. Toomey still anticipated the day when "Jap would get into something." As much worse as was Sunday than Monday, just so much worse was winter than summer in Prouty.
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