Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1921)

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He himself was still learning even now . . . learning how little he knew. " I tell you, Mrs. Wainton, an' you, Mr. Wainton, too, thar's some things that a man sees in his life that he don't never git over a-tall . . . no, nor don't understand, neither . . ." He paused then and the husband who so far had had very little to say spoke to his wife. "Peggy, you're tired. Why not wait and have a talk with Mr. Gritting tomorrow morning?" "Oh! Tony, you wouldn't be so mean, surely!" "All right," said the husband, "if you must, you must. Mr. Gritting won't keep you too long, I daresay!" Sol, afraid that he might be robbed of his audience, went on with his story. "Mrs. Wainton, can you see that little hole in the woodwork to the right of the chimney . . . from whar you're settin'? Can you guess what it is?" She shook her head. "N-no!" "It's not the mark of a bullet, is it?" said the husband. "The mark of a bullet," said Sol. "Yes, sir, the mark of a bullet . . . thar was two fired . . . two of them. I guess I'd better tell yuh everything from the beginning. "It was jest about twenty-two years ago: twenty-two years ago next March: an' it might uv been yesterday. White Gap ain't much of a place for folks to visit in March, though you wouldn't git better March weather anywheres, but in this pertickler March we had guests. Two. Man an' his wife. Both young an' sociable an' jest as much in love with each other as . . . well, as any young couple on a honeymoon could be. Yes, I dunno when I met a young feller I liked as much, an' Ellen . . . that was my wife, Mrs. Wainton: she died jest about eleven years ago last summer ... a purty good jedge uh character Ellen was an' she told me she didn't want to know a nicer young lady than the wife. She an' him was jest like a couple uh kids together. You could see them wanderin' round over the rocks an' hills, hand in hand, laughin' an' talkin' jest like the days wasn't long enough for them to say all what they wanted to say. Evenin's, they'd sit here in front of the fire, an' mebbe ask Ellen an' me in to spend half an hour or so with 'em before bedtime. "Say, that little girl was great. Goodlookin', sure, like a picture. Not tall, smaller'n most girls, I guess, an' dark-haired, an' if you seen her once you wouldn't never forget her . . . no, sir, you wouldn't forget her, never! I wasn't surprised that the young feller worshipped her. I wasn't surprised a-tall! "Ellen, she sez to me one day, when we'd been havin' a few words, that they was a lesson to folks what had been married long enough to forget what it was like to be lovers! But that didn't apply to me, Mrs. Wainton an' Mr. Wainton, except as a kind of joke, because Ellen an' me had growed more fond of each other each year we was husband an' wife. But it was Ellen what first noticed something was wrong. 'Sol,' she sez, 'that little girl's sad!' I didn't believe it ... I jest didn't. 'Yes,' she sez, 'it's the truth. What's more, she's had little joy out of life till now. I wonder was her folks cruel to her or what! There's something on her mind that's tonnentin' her!' I knew Ellen was right when I seen the little girl comin' in from a walk soon after with her eyes lookin' like she's been cryin' . . . she, not sayin' a word, tryin' to smile when she seen me, an' the young feller laughin' an' pretendin' he an' the girl hadn't a care in the world. First I was scairt they'd been quarrellin', but it wasn't that. No, sir, it wasn't that a-tall! Ellen . . . she was a wonderful jedge uh character, Ellen was . . . she sez they was toe much in love with each other to quarrel about anything, but what was wrong with 'em was they was frightened! "Yes, sir, they was frightened, the pair uh them! The girl, anyways! Often I'd see her, when mebbe she wasn't thinkin' folks was lookin', start an' look round quick like she expected someone to come creepin' into the room . . . an' often when she'd be laughin', she'd stop sudden an' listen . . . yes, sir, that's the truth, astrue as I'm settin' here twenty-two year after it all happened, tellin' you all about it! But she sez to me one day that she'd always look back on the time she'd spent at White Gap as the happiest she'd ever known. ' It's so peaceful an' quiet,' she sez. 'I could live here always.' 'Is that so, ma'm?' sez I. 'But I guess,' I sez, 'that you'd have a purty good time wherever you were!' 'Mr. Gritting,' she sez, 'till I came here I didn't know what happiness was!' Queer, wasn't it! Why should a girl her age be talkin' like that? "An' then one night the other man found them." Sol nodded his head and looked first at the young wife and then at her husband to see what effect his story was having. They did not speak. The girl was staring at him with a curious doubt in her blue eyes. The husband gazed into the fire, his forehead puckered into a little frown. "Yes, he found them," continued Sol slowly. "He found them all right . . . that other man did! An' that was the finish of everything. Funny how things that you never suspected will seem quite ord'nery afterward, ain't it! Another man, hey! I tell you, Mrs. Wainton, it kind uh hurts even now when I think of it! An' who was to blame? God knows! But listen! Ellen was gitting the supper ready. 'Sol,' she sez, 'thar's someone comin'!' Jest like my darter, Lucy, sez to me this evenin' when she hears the auto . . . only, Mrs. Wainton, what I'm tellin' you now was before autos was invented ... or if invented, we hadn't seen none uh them in Californy. Anyways, Ellen, she sez to me: 'Sol, I can hear wheels an' a horse's hoofs!' An' sure enough, she was right. I went out into the lobby an' lit the lamp an' then somebody knocked an' I opened the front door. "Thar was a big, squar'-shouldered, fattish man in city clothes on the porch. 'Evenin',' he says, an' without so much as askin' my leave he pushes past me into the house. I don't understand. 'Why, stranger,' I sez, 'what's this, comin' into a man's house this-a-ways? What's doin'?' An' then he looks me straight in the face, his small eyes very cold an' starin', an' it seems like he's tryin' to see what kind of a feller I am. I was . . . now, let me see . . . forty-eight, in them days, Mrs. Wainton . . . an' I guess you wouldn't uv met a stronger man in the county fer my height. 'I apologize,' sez he, 'if I acted rude. But I'm in a hurry. I guess, mister,' he sez, 'I got to talk plain an' act plain.' An' then he asks me if we got any guests in the house. 'Why, yes,' I sez, 'you'll gen'rally find someone here any time uh the year.' He grins, then. 'Man an' a girl?' he asks. 'Young feller an' his wife; honeymoon couple,' sez I. He grins again — ugly as sin he is, fat an' not much younger than me. Git that, Mrs. Wainton! A man not far short uh fifty! 'Honeymoon couple!' he sez. 'Right! You needn't tell me the name,' Every advertisement in PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE is guaranteed.