Afterwards, Aunt Sally explained, for she had seen Ninian’s amused survey of her “boy,” that:
“John can no more carry a tune than he can fly, and I’d rather hear him sawin’ his boards than tryin’ to sing. But he feels it’s his duty to help the others along by singing at it and sort of keepin’ Gabriell’ in countenance, seems if. Sweet, ain’t it?”
It had been “sweet” in the guest’s opinion––the whole of the short service; conducted with such simple dignity and reverence by the Madonna-like ranch mistress; the music so well chosen, the few prayers so feelingly offered, and the brief exhortation read from the words of a famous divine who had the rare gift of touching men’s hearts. And he so expressed himself, as well as his surprise, over the belated breakfast which Mrs. Benton served him when the service was over and the household dispersed.
“Yes, I think it’s the nicest thing there is about this dear Sobrante. There’s always been the best sort of inflooence here and that’s why I like my boy, John, to belong. Cass’us, he used to hold the meeting, and after he died I feared Gabriella wouldn’t be equal to it. But bless your soul! if down 176 she didn’t come that first Sunday ’at ever was, and her not havin’ left her bed sence it happened, and sent Wun Lungy out to have the old mission bell rung, a signal. I’ll ever forget it to my dyin’ day, I shan’t. Her like a spirit all in white and a face was both the saddest and the upliftedest ever I see; and them rough men all crowdin’ up to their places, so soft you’d thought they was barefoot ’stead of heavy shod; and Jessie with her arms round the two little ones, and her mother pitchin’ the tune, same as usual, and––and––I declare I can’t keep the tears back yet, rememberin’. Before she was done the whole kerboodle of us was sobbin’ and cryin’ like a passel of young ones, and there was she, with her broken heart, as calm and serene as an angel. Angel is what she is, mostly; with just enough old human natur’ in her to keep her from soarin’ right away. Gabriell’s one them scurce kind makes you glad every time she does a wrong or thoughtless thing, ’cause then you know she ain’t quite perfected yet, and you’re surer of keepin’ her ’on earth. My! the good that woman does beats all. This very day, when she’d lots rather stay to home and visit with you, she’s give orders for Ephraim to have the buck-board got ready to take her twenty miles to see a neighbor who’s sick. She’s fixing a basket of things now, and is in a hurry. So that’s the reason she didn’t come to keep you company herself. Have another piece of chicken––do.”
“Thank you, no. I’ve enjoyed my breakfast hugely, and feel as if I’d never known a moment’s illness.”
There was the sound of wheels just then and Ninian strolled out to offer his service as escort to the ranch mistress in case she might desire it. But 177 the offer was not made, though the lady greeted him with evident pleasure, and even herself glanced toward the vehicle, as if wishing he might ride with her. But there was Ephraim Marsh, in the glory of a white shirt and brilliant necktie, brushed and speckless, and beaming benevolently upon all less favored mortals. It was only upon such errands of mercy that the mistress ever left her home, and there was not a ranchman in her employ but esteemed it an honor to drive for her whither she would.
Ninian saw the state of affairs plainly enough, and, possibly, so did “Forty-niner” himself; who might, under some circumstances, have sacrificed his pleasure for that of the young man. But not now. Ever since he had returned from his long stay in the city, the sensitive old fellow had felt a difference in his surroundings. There was nobody mean enough to tell him of the base suspicions that his fellow workmen had harbored about him, and they fancied that by treating him with more than former friendliness they could offset the unknown injury they had done him. It was this very effusiveness that had roused his suspicions that something was wrong, and he saw in this solitary drive with his beloved mistress a chance to unburden his mind and get her wise opinion on the matter.
So he merely “passed the time of day” with the guest, helped the lady to her place, and stepped up beside her; then chirruped to his horse and was off.
But Ninian was not allowed much disappointment, for there was Lady Jess, clasping his hand and looking up into his face with the brightest of smiles, as she exclaimed: 178 “Just think of it, dear Mr. Sharp! We are to have a long, delightful day together. Mother will not be home before nightfall and I am to do everything I can to make you happy. As if I wouldn’t, even without being bidden! But what shall it be first? Where would you like to walk or ride? Or would you rather rest and read?”
“First, I would like to walk around to that curious hedge yonder, that you told me before had been planted by the old padres. Everything about these ancient missions interests me.”