Seth rose wearily from his seat, and ranged his lean figure beside the old man’s bulk. “All right, dad,” he said, in his quiet, sober way. “I’m glad you’ve told me. But it don’t alter nothin’, I guess. Meanwhile I’ll git round, an’ quit whinin’.”
The arrival of Rosebud’s cousin and her maid somewhat disorganized the Sampsons’ simple household. Rosebud’s love of mischief was traceable in this incongruous descent upon the farm. Her own coming was a matter which no obstacle would have stayed. Ma’s letter had nearly broken her heart, 244 and her anxiety was absolutely pitiable until the actual start had been made.
That Seth was ill—wounded—and she had not known from the first, had distracted her, and her mind was made up before she had finished reading the letter. Her obligations to her new life were set aside without a second thought. What if there were invitations to social functions accepted? What if her cousin’s household were thrown into confusion by her going? These things were nothing to her; Seth might be dying, and her heart ached, and something very like terror urged her to hasten.
She had long since learned that Seth, and Seth alone, was all her world. Then the old mischievous leaning possessed her, and she resolved, willy-nilly, that Mrs. Rickards, whose love she had long since won, as she won everybody’s with whom she came into contact, should accompany her.
This old lady, used only to the very acme of comfort, had welcomed the idea of visiting Rosebud’s home in the wilds. Moreover, until the final stage of the journey, she thoroughly enjoyed herself. It was not until traveling from Beacon Crossing, and the camping out at the half-way house, that the roughness of the country was brought home to her. Then came the final miring of the wagon, and she reviled the whole proceeding.
But the ultimate arrival at the farm, and the meeting with its homely folk, soon restored her equanimity. She at once warmed to Ma, whose gentle 245 practical disposition displayed such a wealth of true womanliness as to be quite irresistible, and, in the confidence of her bedchamber, which she shared with Rosebud, she imparted her favorable impressions. She assured the girl she no longer wondered that she, Rosebud, with everything that money could purchase, still longed to return to the shelter of the love which these rough frontier-folk so surely lavished upon her.
“But, my dear,” she added, as a warning proviso, and with a touch of worldliness which her own life in England had made almost part of her nature, “though Mrs. Sampson is so deliciously simple and good, and Mr. Sampson is such an exquisite rough diamond, this Seth, whose trouble has brought us out here, with such undignified haste, is not the man to make the fuss about that you have been doing all the journey. He’s a fine man, or will be when he recovers from his illness, I have no doubt; but, after all, I feel it my duty by your dead father to warn you that I think you are much too concerned about him for a girl in your position.”
“What on earth do you mean, auntie?” Rosebud exclaimed, pausing in the process of brushing out her obstinately curling hair. “What position have I but that which these dear people have helped me to—that Seth, himself, has made for me? I owe all I have, or am at this moment, to Seth. He saved me from a fate too terrible to contemplate. He has saved my life, not once, but half a dozen times; he 246 found me my father’s fortune, or the fortune which father has left for me when I marry. You are more unkind than ever I thought you could be. You wait, auntie, you may yet learn to—to appreciate Seth as I do. You see I know—you don’t. You’re good, and wise, and all that; but you don’t know—Seth.”
“And it’s very evident that you think you do, dear,” Mrs. Rickards said, wearily rolling over and snuggling down amidst the snowy sheets of the soft feather-bed.
“There is no question of thinking,” Rosebud smiled mischievously into the looking-glass in the direction of her relative. “And if Seth were to ask me I would marry him to-morrow—there. Yes, and I’d make him get a special license to avoid unnecessary delay.”