“Oh, Asher, the new baby is splendid, and Mrs. Bennington is ever so well,” Virginia said, coming up to where he sat waiting for her. “They call her Josephine after Mr. Bennington’s mother. Thaine will never be lonely here, as we have been. After all, it is not the little graves alone that anchor us anywhere, for we can take memory with us wherever we go; it is the children living, as well, that hold our hearthstones fast and build a real community, even in a wilderness. We are just ready to begin now. The real story of the prairie is the story of the second generation. The real romance out here will be Thaine Aydelot’s romance, for he was born here.”
CHAPTER IX
The Beginning of Service
| Amid all the din Of the everyday battle some peace may begin, Like the silence of God in its regal content, Till we learn what the lesson of yesterday meant. |
Hans Wyker had managed skillfully when he pulled the prospective county seat of Wolf county up Big Wolf Creek to Wykerton, a town he hoped to build after his own ideals. And his ideals had only one symbol, namely, the dollar sign. Hans had congratulated himself not a little over his success.
“I done it all mineself,” he was wont to boast. “So long as Doc Carey tink he own der town vots name for him, an’ so long as Yon Yacob, der ding-busted little Chew, tink him an’ Todd Stewart run all der pusiness mitout regardin’ my saloon pusiness, an’ so long as Pryor Gaines preachin’ an’ teachin’ all time gifin’ black eye to me, ’cause I sells wisky, I not mak no hetway.”
“You are danged right,” Darley Champers would always assure him.
“Yah, I be. But von day I pull a lot of strinks at vonce. I pull der county seat locate to Pig Wolf Creek, an’ I put up mine prewery here mit water power here vot dey vassent not at Carey’s Crossing. An’ der railroat comin’ by dis way soon, I know. I do big business two times in vonce. I laugh yet to tink how easy Yon Yacob fall down. If Yon Yacob say so he hold Carey’s for der county seat. 137 But no. He yust sit shut oop like ant neffer say von sinkle vord. An’ here she coom—my prewery, my saloon, my county seat, an’ all in vonce.”