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Seemed to me, if I had time, I could crawl among the flowers, and, if I was good and quiet, catch them whispering with themselves, telling all kinds of wise things that mere humans never know." Trefethan paused to see that his glass had been refilled.
"'You need a wife to help you, I said. "'I had one once, was his answer. "'Widower? "'Yep. She went loco. She always said the heat of the cooking would get her, and it did. Pulled a gun on me one day and ran away with some Siwashes in a canoe. Caught a blow up the coast and all hands drowned." Trefethan devoted himself to his glass and remained silent. "But the girl?" Milner reminded him.
It is not I 'old' Trefethan that talks; it is my youth, and it is my youth that says those were the most wonderful eyes I have ever seen so very calm, so very restless; so very wise, so very curious; so very old, so very young; so satisfied and yet yearning so wistfully. Boys, I can't describe them. When I have told you about her, you may know better for yourselves." "She did not stand up.
I don't know why; I just wanted to, I guess; and I reckoned I might as well die dishwashing as die their way." Trefethan halted in his tale for a moment, completing to himself some thread of thought. "And this is the woman I met up there in the Arctic, running a tribe of wild Indians and a few thousand square miles of hunting territory.
Also, in those blue eyes were, at the same time, a wild unrest, a wistful yearning, and a repose, an absolute repose, a sort of all-wise and philosophical calm." Trefethan broke off abruptly. "You fellows think I am screwed. I'm not. This is only my fifth since dinner. I am dead sober. I am solemn. I sit here now side by side with my sacred youth.
Bardwell, in a way, started it by quoting from Thoreau; but it was old Trefethan, bald-headed and dewlapped, who took up the quotation and for the hour to come was romance incarnate. At first we wondered how many Scotches he had consumed since dinner, but very soon all that was forgotten. "It was in 1898 I was thirty-five then," he said. "Yes, I know you are adding it up. You're right.
You remember me, Milner. You knew me then. Wasn't I a pretty good bit of all right?" Milner nodded and agreed. Like Trefethan, he was another mining engineer who had cleaned up a fortune in the Klondike. "You certainly were, old man," Milner said. "I'll never forget when you cleaned out those lumberjacks in the M. & M. that night that little newspaper man started the row.
Slavin was in the country at the time," this to us "and his manager wanted to get up a match with Trefethan." "Well, look at me now," Trefethan commanded angrily. "That's what the Goldstead did to me God knows how many millions, but nothing left in my soul..... nor in my veins. The good red blood is gone. I am a jellyfish, a huge, gross mass of oscillating protoplasm, a a..."
They left their horses, loaded and tied, and just disappeared off the face of the earth, leaving neither hide nor hair behind them. I never heard tell of them. Nobody knows anything about them. Well, being the night-born, I reckon I was their rightful heir." Trefethan stopped to light a cigar. "Do you know what that girl did?
We had to cross a big arm of the ocean twelve or fifteen miles, at least; and it came on to blow when we were in the middle. That night I was along on shore, with one wolf-dog, and I was the only one left alive. "Picture it yourself," Trefethan broke off to say. "The canoe was wrecked and lost, and everybody pounded to death on the rocks except her.
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