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"Now, dear, don't be so distressful, dear, don't!" said Mrs. Simm, soothingly. "I can't bear to see you." "I am sure I never thought of such a thing as falling in love with Mr. Clerron or anybody else," sobbed Ivy, "and I don't know what should make you think so." "Dear heart, I don't think so. I only told you, so you needn't." "Why, I should as soon think of marrying the angel Gabriel!"
'I came to work fer my father. Thet work depends on what happens. "Bruce began to git redder of face, an' he shook a husky hand in front of Isbel. 'I'll tell y'u this heah, my Nez Perce Isbel an' when he sort of choked fer more wind Greaves spoke up, 'Simm, I shore reckon thet Nez Perce handle will stick. An' the crowd haw-hawed. Then Bruce got goin' ag'in. 'I'll tell y'u this heah, Nez Perce.
"Be sure you may." "But how shall I get in?" "Are you afraid to come up the ladder?" "No, I don't mean that; but how shall I get in where you are, after I am up?" "Oh, never fear! I'll draw you in safely enough." "Lorful heart! Miss Ivy, what are you going to do?" cried Mrs. Simm, in terror.
Simm had finished, she said, with a sudden accession of womanly dignity that surprised the good housekeeper, "Mrs. Simm, I cannot conceive why you should speak in this way to me. If you suppose I am not quite able to take care of myself, I assure you you are much mistaken." "Lorful heart! Now, Miss Ivy, you promised you wouldn't be mad." "And I have kept my promise. I am not mad."
"Girl, what the hell are y'u sayin'?" hoarsely called Jorth, in dark amaze. "Dad, y'u leave this to me," she retorted. Daggs stepped beside Jorth, significantly on his right side. "Let her alone Lee," he advised, coolly. "She's shore got a hunch on Bruce." "Simm Bruce, y'u cast a dirty slur on my name," cried Ellen, passionately.
Geer would drive over when Ivy came to recite, or perhaps they would rather he should come to their house. Oh, no! Mrs. Geer could not think of that. Just as they pleased. Mrs. Simm, the housekeeper, would be very glad of Mrs. Geer's company while Miss Ivy was reciting, in case Mrs. Geer should not wish to listen; and the house and grounds would be shown by Mrs. Simm with great pleasure.
He stretched a big shaking hand toward Jorth. "Thet Nez Perce Isbel beat me half to death," he bellowed. Jorth stared hard at the tragic, almost grotesque figure, at the battered face. But speech failed him. It was Daggs who answered Bruce. "Wal, Simm, I'll be damned if you don't look it." "Beat you! What with?" burst out Jorth, explosively.
"Oh, good Lord! She ha'n't told you, has she?" cried Mrs. Simm, her fear of God, for once, yielding to her greater fear of man. The embroidered collar, which she had been vigorously beating, dropped to the floor, and she gazed at him with such terror and dismay in every lineament, that he could not help being amused.
Wipin' the blood off his hands, he throwed his kerchief down in Bruce's face. Bruce wasn't dead or bad hurt. He'd jest been beaten bad. He was moanin' an' slobberin'. Isbel kicked him, not hard, but jest sort of disgustful. Then he faced thet crowd. 'Greaves, thet's what I think of your Simm Bruce.
Clerron, nor is there the slightest probability that his fortune, or honor, or reputation, or sisters will ever be disturbed by me. I am very much obliged to you for your good intentions, and I wish you good morning." "Don't, now, Miss Ivy, go so" But Miss Ivy was gone, and Mrs. Simm could only withdraw to her pile of clothes, and console herself by stitching and darning with renewed vigor.
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