The Trail to Yesterday. Seltzer Charles Alden

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ he said. “I’ve been watching you – and envying you.”

      “Envying me? Why? Are you troubled with insomnia?”

      He laughed. “Nothing so serious as that. It’s just thoughts.”

      “Pleasant ones, of course.”

      “You might call them pleasant. I’ve been thinking of you.”

      Sheila found no reply to make to this, but blushed again.

      “Thinking of you,” repeated Dakota. “Of the chance you took in coming out here alone – in coming into my shack. We’re twenty miles from town here – twenty miles from the Double R – the nearest ranch. It isn’t likely that a soul will pass here for a month. Suppose – ”

      “We won’t ‘suppose,’ if you please,” said Sheila. Her face had grown slowly pale, but there was a confident smile on her lips as she looked at him.

      “No?” he said, watching her steadily. “Why? Isn’t it quite possible that you could have fallen in with a sort of man – ”

      “As it happens, I did not,” interrupted Sheila.

      “How do you know?”

      Sheila’s gaze met his unwaveringly. “Because you are the man,” she said slowly.

      She thought she saw a glint of pleasure in his eyes, but was not quite certain, for his expression changed instantly.

      “Fate, or Providence – or whatever you are pleased to call the power that shuffles us flesh and blood mannikins around – has a way of putting us all in the right places. I expect that’s one of the reasons why you didn’t fall in with the sort of man I was going to tell you about,” said Dakota.

      “I don’t see what Fate has to do – ” began Sheila, wondering at his serious tone.

      “Odd, isn’t it?” he drawled.

      “What is odd?”

      “That you don’t see. But lots of people don’t see. They’re chucked and shoved around like men on a chess board, and though they’re always interested they don’t usually know what it’s all about. Just as well too – usually.”

      “I don’t see – ”

      He smiled mysteriously. “Did I say that I expected you to see?” he said. “There isn’t anything personal in this, aside from the fact that I was trying to show you that some one was foolish in sending you out here alone. Some day you’ll look back on your visit here and then you’ll understand.”

      He got up and walked to the door, opening it and standing there looking out into the darkness. Sheila watched him, puzzled by his mysterious manner, though not in the least afraid of him. Several times while he stood at the door he turned and looked at her and presently, when a gust of wind rushed in and Sheila shivered, he abruptly closed the door, barred it, and strode to the fireplace, throwing a fresh log into it. For a time he stood silently in front of the fire, his figure casting a long, gaunt shadow at Sheila’s feet, his gaze on her, grim, somber lines in his face. Presently he cleared his throat.

      “How old are you?” he said shortly.

      “Twenty-two.”

      “And you’ve lived East all your life. Lived well, too, I suppose – plenty of money, luxuries, happiness?”

      He caught her nod and continued, his lips curling a little. “Your father too, I reckon – has he been happy?”

      “I think so.”

      “That’s odd.” He had spoken more to himself than to Sheila and he looked at her with narrowed eyes when she answered.

      “What is odd? That my father should be happy – that I should?”

      “Odd that anyone who is happy in one place should want to leave that place and go to another. Maybe the place he went to wouldn’t be just right for him. What makes people want to move around like that?”

      “Perhaps you could answer that yourself,” suggested Sheila. “I am sure that you haven’t lived here in this part of the country all your life.”

      “How do you know that?” His gaze was quizzical and mocking.

      “I don’t know. But you haven’t.”

      “Well,” he said, “we’ll say I haven’t. But I wasn’t happy where I came from and I came here looking for happiness – and something else. That I didn’t find what I was looking for isn’t the question – mostly none of us find the things we’re looking for. But if I had been happy where I was I wouldn’t have come here. You say your father has been happy there; that he’s got plenty of money and all that. Then why should he want to live here?”

      “I believe I told you that he is coming here for his health.”

      His eyes lighted savagely. But Sheila did not catch their expression for at that moment she was looking at his shadow on the floor. How long, how grotesque, it seemed, and forbidding – like its owner.

      “So he’s got everything he wants but his health. What made him lose that?”

      “How should I know?”

      “Just lost it, I reckon,” said Dakota subtly. “Cares and Worry?”

      “I presume. His health has been failing for about ten years.”

      Sheila was looking straight at Dakota now and she saw his face whiten, his lips harden. And when he spoke again there was a chill in his voice and a distinct pause between his words.

      “Ten years,” he said. “That’s a long time, isn’t it? A long time for a man who has been losing his health. And yet – ” There was a mirthless smile on Dakota’s face – “ten years is a longer time for a man in good health who hasn’t been happy. Couldn’t your father have doctored – gone abroad – to recover his health? Or was his a mental sickness?”

      “Mental, I think. He worried quite a little.”

      Dakota turned from her, but not quickly enough to conceal the light of savage joy that flashed suddenly into his eyes.

      “Why!” exclaimed Sheila, voicing her surprise at the startling change in his manner; “that seems to please you!”

      “It does.” He laughed oddly. “It pleases me to find that I’m to have a neighbor who is afflicted with the sort of sickness that has been bothering me for – for a good many years.”

      There was a silence, during which Sheila yawned and Dakota stood motionless, looking straight ahead.

      “You like your father, I reckon?” came his voice presently, as his gaze went to her again.

      “Of course.” She looked up at him in surprise. “Why shouldn’t I like him?”

      “Of course you like him. Mostly children like their fathers.”

      “Children!” She glared scornfully at him. “I am twenty-two! I told you that before!”

      “So you СКАЧАТЬ