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you
can call it, as that meddling missionary called it at church to-night,
carrying the light to them that sit in darkness. I've no doubt you've got a
halo to put to it; they've taught you names enough for things in the East.
But for me, what I say is, it's a freeze-out.'
'Don't say that, Nick! It's a call.'
'You've got a call to stay at home; and if you haven't heard of it, I'm a
committee to notify you,' said Tarvin doggedly. He shied a pebble into
the irrigating ditch, and eyed the racing current with lowering brows.
'Dear Nick, how can you bear to urge any one who is free to stay at
home and shirk after what we've heard to-night?'
'Well, by the holy smoke, some one has got to urge girls to stand by the
old machine, these days! You girls are no good at all under the new
regulations until you desert. It's the road to honour.'
'Desert!' gasped Kate. She turned her eyes on him.

'Well, what do you call it? That's what the little girl I used to know on
Section 10 of the N.P. and Y. would have called it. O Kate dear, put
yourself back in the old days; remember yourself then, remember what
we used to be to each other, and see if you don't see it that way. You've
got a father and mother, haven't you? You can't say it's the square thing
to give them up. And you've got a man sitting beside you on this bridge
who loves you for all he's worth--loves you, you dear old thing, for
keeps. You used to like him a little bit too. Eh?'
He slid his arm about her as he spoke, and for a moment she let it rest
there.
'Does that mean nothing to you either? Don't you seem to see a call
here, too, Kate?'
He forced her to turn her face to him, and gazed wistfully into her eyes
for a moment. They were brown, and the moonlight deepened their
sober depths.
'Do you think you have a claim?' she asked, after a moment.
'I'll think almost anything to keep you. But no; I haven't any claim--or
none at least that you are not free to jump. But we all have a claim;
hang it, the situation has a claim. If you don't stay, you go back on it.
That's what I mean.'
'You don't take a serious view of things, Nick,' she said, putting down
his arm.
Tarvin didn't see the connection; but he said good-humouredly, 'Oh yes,
I do! There's no serious view of life I won't take in fun to please you.'
'You see,--you're not in earnest.'
There's one thing I'm in earnest about,' he whispered in her ear.
'Is there?' She turned away her head.
'I can't live without you.' He leaned toward her, and added in a lower

voice: 'Another thing, Kate--I won't.'
Kate compressed her lips. She had her own will. They sat on the bridge
beating out their difference until they heard the kitchen clock in a cabin
on the other side of the ditch strike eleven. The stream came down out
of the mountains that loomed above them; they were half-a-mile from
the town. The stillness and the loneliness closed on Tarvin with a
physical grip as Kate got up and said decisively that she must go home.
He knew she meant that she must go to India, and his own will
crumpled helplessly for the moment within hers. He asked himself
whether this was the will by which he earned his living, the will which
at twenty-eight had made him a successful man by Topaz standards,
which was taking him to the State Legislature, and which would one
day take him much further, unless what ceased to be what. He shook
himself scornfully; but he had to add to himself that after all she was
only a girl, if he did love her, before he could stride to her side, as she
turned her back on him, and say, 'See here, young woman, you're away
off!'
She did not answer, but walked on.
'You're not going to throw your life away on this Indian scheme,' he
pursued. 'I won't have it. Your father won't have it. Your mother will
kick and scream at it, and I'll be there to encourage her. We have some
use for your life, if you haven't. You don't know the size of your
contract. The land isn't fit for rats; it's the Bad Lands--yes, that's just
what it is, a great big Bad Lands--morally, physically, and
agriculturally, Bad Lands. It's no place for white men, let alone white
women; there's no climate, no government, no drainage; and there's
cholera, heat, and fighting until