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Updated: June 17, 2025
The lady became very grave. "Of course," she said, "it can't be helped. But it would be ever so much nicer if we could get in before midnight." "I take your point, Ma'am," said Saterlee. "Before midnight is just a buggy ride after midnight means being out all night together. I feel for you, Ma'am, but I'm dinged if I see how we can help ourselves. It's five now."
"If we are to be on an honest footing," said the lady, "I must tell you that I have divorced more than one husband, and yet when I size myself up, as you call it, I do not seem to myself a lost woman. It's true that I act for my living " "I know," he interrupted, "you are Mrs. Kimbal. But I thought I knew more about you than I seem to. I'm Saterlee.
Saterlee approached the group, some of whose elders had been watching and discussing his approach. "Do any of you own a boat?" he asked. "Train D-railed?" queried the proprietor of the Life-Saving Station, "or was you just out for a walk?" The family and family-in-law laughed appreciatively. "The train put to sea in a washout," said Saterlee, "and all the passengers were drowned."
Saterlee perceived it through her spread fingers, and was pleased. "If you had said that this man," he went on, "had tired of his first wife and had divorced her, or been divorced by her, because his desire was to another woman, then I would go your antipathy for him, Ma'am. But I understand he buried a wife, and took another, and so on. There is a difference.
Saterlee paid eighty dollars and some change across the bar. But the proprietor pushed back the change. "The drinks," he said grandly, "was on the house." The united families bade them farewell, and Saterlee brought down the whip sharply upon the bony flank of the old horse which he had bought.
"Where you want to git?" asked the proprietor. "Carcasonne," said Saterlee. "Not the junction the resort." "Well," said the proprietor, "there's just one horse and just one trap in Grub City, and they ain't for hire." Again the united families laughed appreciatively. It was evident that a prophet is not always without honor in his own land.
"We've no use for them," said the great man, with the noble abandoning gesture of a Spanish grandee about to present a horse to a man travelling by canoe. And he added: "So they're for sale. Now what do you think they'd be worth to you?" All the honest blue eyes, and there were no other colors, widened upon Saterlee. "Fifty dollars," he said, as one accustomed to business.
But I love you, too, Daddy, and if you can't see it my way, why, God bless and keep you just the same." I can't deny that Marcus Antonius Saterlee was touched by his son's epistle. But he was not moved out of reason. "The girl's mother," he said to himself, "is a painted, divorced jade."
Saterlee and the lady did not look at each other and laugh. They were painfully embarrassed. "Nothing like a sound splice," suggested the Justice, still hopeful of being helpful. "Failing that, you've a long row to hoe, and I suggest a life saver for the gent and a nip o' the same for the lady. I'd like you to see the bar," he added.
"Why!" exclaimed the lady, "are you bound for Carcasonne House? So am I." "In that case," said Saterlee elegantly, "we'll go the whole hog together." "Quite so," said the lady primly. "You'd ought to make Carcasonne House by midnight," said the proprietor. "Put your feet up on that there stove." "Heavens!" exclaimed the lady. "And if we don't make it by midnight?" "We will by one or two o'clock."
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