The Bad Man | Page 6

it. "But why do
we need any more money? We've got everything now."
"Everything?" he said, significantly; and his eyes became two narrow
slits as he looked at her.
She toyed with her salad. She hoped he was not going to get into one of
his fiendishly unpleasant moods.
"Well," she ventured, "as much as anyone could reasonably want. This
house, the garden, friends--"

"Yes," he sneered, "but not much love." The butler had tactfully
withdrawn. "Why don't you love me, Lucia?"
"I do--in a way. Oh, let's don't go into all that again, Morgan. We've
had it out so many times. What's the use?"
"Is there anyone else?" he asked. "If I thought there was...." He lifted
his glass again.
"You know there isn't," she protested.
He appraised her across the table, beautiful in a blue gown which just
matched her eyes, her throat adorned with a string of pearls he had
given her on the anniversary of their marriage.
"I don't see how a woman as lovely as you can be so cold," he said.
"You could do anything with men."
She tried to smile. "But I don't want to. Women--good women--don't
like to play with fire. It's only adventuresses who dare to face danger....
But let's talk about Arizona. How good it will be to get out of this
hothouse of the East, and see real people--real flesh-and-blood men and
women."
"Yes. The folks down there know more about life in a day than we do
in all our pitiful lives. You've got to live close to nature to understand
human nature. Simple, isn't it?"
"Very. We're all so false up here. I get so tired of it, Morgan. Maybe
down there we'll come to a better understanding of each other.
Maybe...."
"That's what I was hoping. So you'd like to go--really?"
"Yes, indeed. It'll be hot, that's all. But I won't mind that. Anything to
get away for awhile."
Two days later they had started. The land was green with early summer,
in that rich fullness which makes the heart almost sick with ecstasy.

The farther west they went, the wilder the country grew; and when they
finally dipped down into Arizona, Lucia looked from the train window,
her face alight with joy. Such scenic variety she had never dreamed of.
One moment they were looking at the wonderful mesas and superb
canyons; the next they seemed to pass through dry gullies and great
shallow basins. Then there would come long, weary levels of sand that
gleamed in the sun; and far away she would behold tremendous buttes.
The valleys they passed through were verdant and lovely. Cattle grazed
here in a calm peace. It was as if the rest of the world were shut out,
and in this quiet land a special blessing had come down. The peace of it,
the stillness of it crowded in upon her. She had been to California, but
always she had traveled by a northern route, and had missed the wonder
of this part of the world. Before their journey was over, she had begged
Morgan to take her to the Grand Canyon; and for two days they
remained there, drinking in the glory of perhaps the most beautiful spot
on the western continent. She could not get enough of it--those colors
that sank into her heart and consciousness and made her think she was
in paradise. To see the sun rise here--she almost wept that morning
when the lord of heaven came over the mountains that towered like
huge sentinels, impervious to wind and gale and rain.
"I can't stand such beauty, Morgan," she said at last. "It takes
something out of me. We'll have to go on."
She saw the giant cactus in full bloom, a miracle of orange, pink, and
crimson; and as they sped south the mountainsides were aflame with
juniper and manzanita.
At last they reached the little town of Bisbee, where Morgan was to
have a conference with several engineers. Sturgis met them--a
fair-haired fellow with a captivating smile. He liked this country, and
told Pell he wished he could always be kept here. There was no doubt
about the new vein of oil, and new ranches were being opened up
rapidly. Only a few miles away was one that promised well; and the
young chap on it was in money difficulties. A good chance to step in.
There had been rumors that a neighbor had taken up his mortgage; but
maybe this was not so. Perhaps they weren't too late. He had

telephoned over, and the youngster had agreed that Pell and his wife
could come and stay with him and his invalid uncle for awhile. Of
course he knew nothing of their intentions. That would never do. They
would just lie low. In fact,