A Mountain Woman [42]
the offender with that genius for psycho- logical perception which was at once her greatest danger and her charm.
The man was dressed with a childish attempt at display. His shirt-front was decorated with a diamond, and his cuff- buttons were of onyx with diamond settings. His clothes were expensive and perceptibly new, and he often changed his costumes, but with a noticeable disregard for pro- priety. He was very conscious of his silk hat, and frequently wiped it with a handker- chief on which his monogram was worked in blue.
When the 'busses brought up their loads, he was always on hand to watch the new- comers. He took a long time at his din- ners, and appeared to order a great deal and eat very little. There were card-rooms and a billiard-hall, not to mention a bowling- alley and a tennis-court, where the other guests of the hotel spent much time. But this man never visited them. He sat often with one of the late reviews in his hand, looking as if he intended giving his atten- tion to it at any moment. But after he had scrupulously cut the leaves with a little carved ivory paper-cutter, he sat staring straight before him with the book open, but unread, in his hand.
Kate took more interest in this melan- choly, middle-aged man than she would have done if she had not been on the out- look for her Western type, -- the man who was to combine all the qualities of chivalry, daring, bombast, and generosity, seasoned with piquant grammar, which she firmly believed to be the real thing. But notwith- standing this kindly and somewhat curious interest, she might never have made his acquaintance if it had not been for a rather unpleasant adventure.
The major was "closing up a deal" and had hurried away after breakfast, and Kate, in the luxury of convalescence, half-reclined in a great chair on the veranda and watched the dusky blue mist twining itself around the brown hills. She was not thinking of the babies; she was not worrying about home; she was not longing for anything, or even indulging in a dream. That vacuous content which engrosses the body after long indisposition, held her imperatively. Sud- denly she was aroused from this happy con- dition of nothingness by the spectacle of an enormous bull-dog approaching her with threatening teeth. She had noticed the monster often in his kennel near the sta- bles, and it was well understood that he was never to be permitted his freedom. Now he walked toward her with a solid step and an alarming deliberateness. Kate sat still and tried to assure herself that he meant no mis- chief, but by the time the great body had made itself felt on the skirt of her gown she could restrain her fear no longer, and gave a nervous cry of alarm. The brute answered with a growl. If he had lacked provocation before, he considered that he had it now. He showed his teeth and flung his detestable body upon her; and Kate felt herself grow- ing dizzy with fear. But just then an arm was interposed and the dog was flung back. There was a momentary struggle. Some gentlemen came hurrying out of the office; and as they beat the dog back to its retreat, Kate summoned words from her parched throat to thank her benefactor.
It was the melancholy man with the new clothes. This morning he was dressed in a suit of the lightest gray, with a white marseilles waistcoat, over which his glitter- ing chain shone ostentatiously. White tennis-shoes, a white rose in his button- hole, and a white straw hat in his hand com- pleted a toilet over which much time had evidently been spent. Kate noted these details as she held out her hand.
"I may have been alarmed without cause," she said; "but I was horribly frightened. Thank you so much for coming to my res- cue. And I think, if you would add to your kindness by getting me a glass of water --"
When he came back, his hand was trem- bling a little; and as Kate looked up to learn the cause, she saw that his face was flushed. He was embarrassed. She decided that he was not accustomed to the society of ladies. "Brutes like that dog ain't no place in th' world
The man was dressed with a childish attempt at display. His shirt-front was decorated with a diamond, and his cuff- buttons were of onyx with diamond settings. His clothes were expensive and perceptibly new, and he often changed his costumes, but with a noticeable disregard for pro- priety. He was very conscious of his silk hat, and frequently wiped it with a handker- chief on which his monogram was worked in blue.
When the 'busses brought up their loads, he was always on hand to watch the new- comers. He took a long time at his din- ners, and appeared to order a great deal and eat very little. There were card-rooms and a billiard-hall, not to mention a bowling- alley and a tennis-court, where the other guests of the hotel spent much time. But this man never visited them. He sat often with one of the late reviews in his hand, looking as if he intended giving his atten- tion to it at any moment. But after he had scrupulously cut the leaves with a little carved ivory paper-cutter, he sat staring straight before him with the book open, but unread, in his hand.
Kate took more interest in this melan- choly, middle-aged man than she would have done if she had not been on the out- look for her Western type, -- the man who was to combine all the qualities of chivalry, daring, bombast, and generosity, seasoned with piquant grammar, which she firmly believed to be the real thing. But notwith- standing this kindly and somewhat curious interest, she might never have made his acquaintance if it had not been for a rather unpleasant adventure.
The major was "closing up a deal" and had hurried away after breakfast, and Kate, in the luxury of convalescence, half-reclined in a great chair on the veranda and watched the dusky blue mist twining itself around the brown hills. She was not thinking of the babies; she was not worrying about home; she was not longing for anything, or even indulging in a dream. That vacuous content which engrosses the body after long indisposition, held her imperatively. Sud- denly she was aroused from this happy con- dition of nothingness by the spectacle of an enormous bull-dog approaching her with threatening teeth. She had noticed the monster often in his kennel near the sta- bles, and it was well understood that he was never to be permitted his freedom. Now he walked toward her with a solid step and an alarming deliberateness. Kate sat still and tried to assure herself that he meant no mis- chief, but by the time the great body had made itself felt on the skirt of her gown she could restrain her fear no longer, and gave a nervous cry of alarm. The brute answered with a growl. If he had lacked provocation before, he considered that he had it now. He showed his teeth and flung his detestable body upon her; and Kate felt herself grow- ing dizzy with fear. But just then an arm was interposed and the dog was flung back. There was a momentary struggle. Some gentlemen came hurrying out of the office; and as they beat the dog back to its retreat, Kate summoned words from her parched throat to thank her benefactor.
It was the melancholy man with the new clothes. This morning he was dressed in a suit of the lightest gray, with a white marseilles waistcoat, over which his glitter- ing chain shone ostentatiously. White tennis-shoes, a white rose in his button- hole, and a white straw hat in his hand com- pleted a toilet over which much time had evidently been spent. Kate noted these details as she held out her hand.
"I may have been alarmed without cause," she said; "but I was horribly frightened. Thank you so much for coming to my res- cue. And I think, if you would add to your kindness by getting me a glass of water --"
When he came back, his hand was trem- bling a little; and as Kate looked up to learn the cause, she saw that his face was flushed. He was embarrassed. She decided that he was not accustomed to the society of ladies. "Brutes like that dog ain't no place in th' world