A Phyllis of the Sierras | Page 6

simple feminine
intuition, were relieved and even prepossessed by his voice and manner.
They smiled graciously. The later-comer pointed to the empty chair.
But with his habit of pertinacious conscientiousness the stranger
continued, "It was regularly stupid, wasn't it?--and I ought to have
known better. I should have turned back and gone away when I found
out what an ass I was likely to be, but I was-- afraid--you know, of
alarming you by the noise."

"Won't you sit down?" said the second lady, pleasantly.
"Oh, thanks! I've a letter here--I"--he transferred his stick and hat to his
left hand as he felt in his breast-pocket with his right. But the action
was so awkward that the stick dropped on the veranda. Both women
made a movement to restore it to its embarrassed owner, who, however,
quickly anticipated them. "Pray don't mind it," he continued, with
accelerated breath and heightened color. "Ah, here's the letter!" He
produced the note Bradley had returned to him. "It's mine, in fact--that
is, I brought it to Mr. Bradley. He said I was to give it to--to--to--Mrs.
Bradley." He paused, glancing embarrassedly from the one to the other.
"I'm Mrs. Bradley," said the prettiest one, with a laugh. He handed her
the letter. It ran as follows:--
"DEAR BRADLEY--Put Mr. Mainwaring through as far as he wants to
go, or hang him up at The Lookout, just as he likes. The Bank's behind
him, and his hat's chalked all over the Road; but he don't care much
about being on velvet. That ain't his style--and you'll like him. He's
somebody's son in England. B."
Mrs. Bradley glanced simply at the first sentence. "Pray sit down, Mr.
Mainwaring," she said gently; "or, rather, let me first introduce my
cousin--Miss Macy."
"Thanks," said Mainwaring, with a bow to Miss Macy, "but I--I--I--
think," he added conscientiously, "you did not notice that your husband
had written something across the paper."
Mrs. Bradley smiled, and glanced at her husband's indorsement--"All
right. Wade in." "It's nothing but Jim's slang," she said, with a laugh
and a slightly heightened color. "He ought not to have sent you by that
short cut; it's a bother, and even dangerous for a stranger. If you had
come directly to US by the road, without making your first call at the
mill," she added, with a touch of coquetry, "you would have had a
pleasanter walk, and seen US sooner. I suppose, however, you got off
the stage at the mill?"

"I was not on the coach," said Mainwaring, unfastening the strap of his
knapsack. "I walked over from Lone Pine Flat."
"Walked!" echoed both women in simultaneous astonishment.
"Yes," returned Mainwaring simply, laying aside his burden and taking
the proffered seat. "It's a very fine bit of country."
"Why, it's fifteen miles," said Mrs. Bradley, glancing horror- stricken at
her cousin. "How dreadful! And to think Jim could have sent you a
horse to Lone Pine. Why, you must be dead!"
"Thanks, I'm all right! I rather enjoyed it, you know."
"But," said Miss Macy, glancing wonderingly at his knapsack, "you
must want something, a change--or some refreshment--after fifteen
miles."
"Pray don't disturb yourself," said Mainwaring, rising hastily, but not
quickly enough to prevent the young girl from slipping past him into
the house, whence she rapidly returned with a decanter and glasses.
"Perhaps Mr. Mainwaring would prefer to go into Jim's room and wash
his hands and put on a pair of slippers?" said Mrs. Bradley, with gentle
concern.
"Thanks, no. I really am not tired. I sent some luggage yesterday by the
coach to the Summit Hotel," he said, observing the women's eyes still
fixed upon his knapsack. "I dare say I can get them if I want them. I've
got a change here," he continued, lifting the knapsack as if with a
sudden sense of its incongruity with its surroundings, and depositing it
on the end of the veranda.
"Do let it remain where it is," said Mrs. Bradley, greatly amused, "and
pray sit still and take some refreshment. You'll make yourself ill after
your exertions," she added, with a charming assumption of matronly
solicitude.

"But I'm not at all deserving of your sympathy," said Mainwaring, with
a laugh. "I'm awfully fond of walking, and my usual constitutional isn't
much under this."
"Perhaps you were stronger than you are now," said Mrs. Bradley,
gazing at him with a frank curiosity that, however, brought a faint
deepening of color to his cheek.
"I dare say you're right," he said suddenly, with an apologetic smile. "I
quite forgot that I'm a sort of an invalid, you know, travelling for my
health. I'm not very strong here," he added, lightly tapping his chest,
that now, relieved of the bands of his knapsack, appeared somewhat
thin and