第22章 LIN McLEAN'S HONEY-MOON(3)

Now Jode is the most extraordinarily solemn man I have ever known.He has the solemnity of all science,added to the unspeakable weight of representing five of the oldest families in South Carolina.The Jodes themselves were not old in South Carolina,but immensely so in--I think he told me it was Long Island.His name is Poinsett Middleton Manigault Jode.He used to weigh a hundred and twenty-eight pounds then,but his health has strengthened in that climate.His clothes were black;his face was white,with black eyes sharp as a pin;he had the shape of a spout--the same narrow size all the way down--and his voice was as dry and light as an egg-shell.In his first days at Cheyenne he had constantly challenged large cowboys for taking familiarities with his dignity,and they,after one moment's bewilderment,had concocted apologies that entirely met his exactions,and gave them much satisfaction also.Nobody would have hurt Jode for the world.In time he came to see that Wyoming was a game invented after his book of rules was published,and he looked on,but could not play the game.He had fallen,along with other incongruities,into the roaring Western hotch-pot,and he passed his careful,precise days with barometers and weather-charts.

He answered the Governor with official and South Carolina impressiveness.

"There is no indication of diminution of the prevailing pressure,"he said.

"Well,that's what I thought,"said the joyous Governor,"so I'm going to whoop her up.""What do you expect to whoop up,sir?"

"Atmosphere,and all that,"said the Governor."Whole business has got to get a move on.I've sent for a rain-maker.""Governor,you are certainly a wag,sir,"said Jode,who enjoyed Barker as some people enjoy a symphony,without understanding it.But after we had reached the club and were lunching,and Jode realized that a letter had actually been written telling Hilbrun to come and bring his showers with him,the punctilious signal-service officer stated his position.

"Have your joke,sir,"he said,waving a thin,clean hand,"but I decline to meet him.""Hilbrun?"said the Governor,staring.

"If that's his name--yes,sir.As a member of the Weather Bureau and the Meteorological Society I can have nothing to do with the fellow.""Glory!"said the Governor."Well,I suppose not.I see your point,Jode.

I'll be careful to keep you apart.As a member of the College of Physicians I've felt that way about homeopathy and the faith-cure.All very well if patients will call 'em in,but can't meet 'em in consultation.But three months'drought annually,Jode!It's slow--too slow.The Western people feel that this conservative method the Zodiac does its business by is out of date.""I am quite serious,sir,"said Jode."And let me express my gratification that you do see my point."So we changed the subject.

Our weather scheme did not at first greatly move the public.Beyond those who made up the purse,few of our acquaintances expressed curiosity about Hilbrun,and next afternoon Lin McLean told me in the street that he was disgusted with Cheyenne's coldness toward the enterprise."But the boys would fly right at it and stay with it if the round-up was near town,you bet,"said he.

He was walking alone."How's Mrs.McLean to-day?"I inquired.

"She's well,"said Lin,turning his eye from mine."Who's your friend all bugged up in English clothes?""About as good a man as you,"said I,"and more cautious.""Him and his eye-glasses!"said the sceptical puncher,still looking away from me and surveying Ogden,who was approaching with the Governor.That excellent man,still at long range,broke out smiling till his teeth shone,and he waved a yellow paper at us.

"Telegram from Hilbrun,"he shouted;"be here to-morrow";and he hastened up.

"Says he wants a cart at the depot,and a small building where he can be private,"added Ogden."Great,isn't it?""You bet!"said Lin,brightening.The New Yorker's urbane but obvious excitement mollified Mr.McLean."Ever seen rain made,Mr.Ogden?"said he.

"Never.Have you?"

Lin had not.Ogden offered him a cigar,which the puncher pronounced excellent,and we all agreed to see Hilbrun arrive.

"We're going to show the telegram to Jode,"said the Governor;and he and Ogden departed on this mission to the signal service.

"Well,I must be getting along myself,"said Lin;but he continued walking slowly with me."Where're yu'bound?"he said.

"Nowhere in particular,"said I.And we paced the board sidewalks a little more.

"You're going to meet the train to-morrow?"said he.

"The train?Oh yes.Hilbrun's.To-morrow.You'll be there?""Yes,I'll be there.It's sure been a dry spell,ain't it?""Yes.Just like last year.In fact,like all the years.""Yes.I've never saw it rain any to speak of in summer.I expect it's the rule.Don't you?""I shouldn't wonder."

"I don't guess any man knows enough to break such a rule.Do you?""No.But it'll be fun to see him try."

"Sure fun!Well,I must be getting along.See yu'to-morrow.""See you to-morrow,Lin."

He left me at a corner,and I stood watching his tall,depressed figure.

A hundred yards down the street he turned,and seeing me looking after him,pretended he had not turned;and then I took my steps toward the club,telling myself that I had been something of a skunk;for I had inquired for Mrs.McLean in a certain tone,and I had hinted to Lin that he had lacked caution;and this was nothing but a way of saying "I told you so"to the man that is down.Down Lin certainly was,although it had not come so home to me until our little walk together just now along the boards.