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Books: Happy Hawkins

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But she turned me around until my eyes looked down into hers, an'
they were swimmin' in tears. Her little soft hand clasped my big
rough one, tight an' warm, an' her voice was husky as she whispered,
"You--you won't care much, will you, Happy?"

"No, Barbie," I sez between my set teeth, "not much"; an' by God, I
smiled.

"An', Happy," she went on, "my home will allus be your home, an'
anything that is mine is yours; but my heart ain't mine, ol' pal;
an' so--an' so we can't help it."

"No," I sez, an' I was back in the saddle again this time. "No,
little gel, we can't help it; but we can allus make the best of it;
so I vote that we don't disappoint the crowd; but go on an' have a
weddin'."

She backed away from me a little, while her face took the color of a
rose, an' her eyes went to the floor; an' then I turned to Jabez an'
said: "Jabez, I've took a mighty sight off you in my time without
ever puttin' up one little squeal; but if you send this gang away
to-night without a weddin', why, I quit you for good."

The' was all so wrought up that I was about the steadiest in the
room; an' in about two minutes I had 'em lined up, an' the crowd
back in place an' Friar Tuck in full regimentals under the tissha
paper bell.

Before we could begin, however. Jabez mounted on a chair an' said in
a new, soft voice: "Friends, in all my life I never told but one
black lie. I may have spoken falsely through ignorance, or to spare
sorrow to my child; but I never fought through the temptation but
once, an' got whipped by it. I told one black lie, an' it was the
blackest one ever told, I reckon. It brought me my money an' my
wife; an' my load of shame an' sin an' contempt--it lost me the best
friend I ever had, an' it led to my losin' my wife for most o' my
journey. All my life I've tried to live down that lie an' to fill
every man I met with a reverence for the truth, an' that's what
makes me so blame ashamed of the way I've treated Dick. I ought to
have seen quicker'n anybody else the kind of a fight he was a-
makin', an' pitched in an' helped him instead of findin' him guilty,
on the first suspicion, an' tryin' to make his life as sour as mine
has been. But"--here Jabez put his arm about Barbie's shoulder, an'
looked down on her a moment--"it was all on account o' this little
girl."

Then we all gave a cheer an' Friar Tuck tied the knot, after which
every one opened the sluice-gates o' their hearts an' let the
sociability gush forth in a torrent. I stuck around until the
dancin' began, an' then I flopped myself on a hoss an' rode, an'
rode, an' rode. The air was cool an' crisp as it swept over my face;
but it was a long time before it took the fever out of my blood.
Finally I circled back to of Monody's grave an' got off an' sat
there till the sun came up, fresh an' strong. Ol' Monody had taken
the burden 'at had been handed to him, an' had borne it along to a
mighty fire finish; an' it made me ashamed of myself, so I got to my
feet, gave myself a shake, an' rode back to the ranch house.




CHAPTER THIRTY

THE AFTERGLOW


I didn't look for anybody to be about that early after the night
that outfit had put in; but just before I reached the corral I saw
Barbie an' Jim ridin' slowly toward the stable. They was ridin'
close together an' lookin' into each other's eyes, an' I'm glad to
say that even that soon I felt nothin' but joy in the sight. A
little farther on I spied Jabez an' his wife standin' on a knoll,
lookin' at the sunshine, an' before I reached the house I saw two
others swingin' up the trail on a lope. In a minute I made out Bill
Hammersly an' Jessamie. For just one second I did feel a little bit
out o' the world; but by the time they rode up I was able to welcome
'em with a joke.

"We lost our way," sez Bill. "Is it too late?"

"It's never too late," sez I. "But I'm right down sorry that you
didn't arrive last evenin'. We had about as stirrin' a weddin' here
as ever you see."

"Who was it that Barbie married?" asked Jessamie.

Just then Jim an' Barbie came around the corner o' the house, an' I
sez: "Mr. an' Mrs. Bill Hammersly, allow me to make you introduced
to the Earl o' Clarenden an' his bride."

They was totally devoid of remarks for some time. Jim was the first
to speak, an' he seemed a trifle put out. "What do you mean by such
nonsense, Happy?" sez he. Then they all looked at him on account of
him usin' the tone he had. I turned to Barbie an' sez easily: "I was
tellin' Bill down at Frisco about a month ago that I rather doubted
if Jim here would take the job; but if so be that he wants it, it's
open for him. If not, that Hawthorn thing has the next chance."

I stepped back a few paces after this an' let 'em talk it out. Jim
was the most flabbergasted of any, Barbie looked a little bit
frightened; but Jessamie sez: "If Happy Hawkins sez 'at you're the
Earl of Clarenden, why you might as well give up. He has inside
information on every given subject, an' things don't never happen
until he's had his finger in it somewhere." Jessamie allus was a
good feller.

An' that's the way it turned out. Jim an' Barbie went back to
Clarenden on their honeymoon, an' Barbie's taken the lead over there
the same as she'd do anywhere. I stayed right at the Diamond Dot
'cause Jabez didn't seem able to get along without me; an' I hit
work harder than ever. Now I oversee the Diamond Dot, Jim's place
down in the Pan Handle, which is full stocked an' runnin' easy with
the ex-governor's backin', an' also the ol' Colonel Scott ranch
which Bill and Jessamie fell heir to.

Jim an' Barbie an' the children come back every summer; Bill an'
Jessamie an' their outfit hop in on me most any time, Ches an' his
bunch drop in for a week or so now an' again, an' if I ever do get
lonesome I just sneak my full-dress uniform out o' the hay an' go
down to Frisco for a little easin' off o' the guy-ropes. Oh, I
haven't had to petition to congress to have my name changed; I'm
Happy. I'm happier than any human ever had a right to be, an' life
never drags none--at least not in the daytimes. The' 's dozens o'
boys named after me, an' only the recordin' angel knows how many
dogs an' ponies. Take it as a big gatherin', an' if any one yells,
"Happy, you rascal, get out o' here," Why the' 's a general
stampede.

Barbie's allus extra kind to me, as if she still felt that the' was
somethin' left for me to forgive her; but my goodness, the' ain't a
thing. It wasn't her fault--she couldn't never have loved me--not in
the only way I wanted her to. And it ain't my fault--I couldn't help
but love her, an' the' was only one way that I could love her, an'
that was world without end. I'm not sorry I loved her; why, the'
ain't nothin' in life I'd take for this love of mine--and it is
mine. The' ain't nothin' can ever take it away from me, the' ain't
nothin' can ever put a limit to it; an' though it has burned in my
heart like fire, I reckon the worst it has ever done was to burn up
the natural-born evil I started out with. I ain't mean-hearted nor
jealous--I can't even understand it.

I can easy see how a feller would kill a man for ill-treatin' the
woman he loved; but I can't see how he could marry a girl who didn't
love him with all her heart. An' Jim, he's been square. They're
happy, an' I stand afar off watchin' 'em; an' some way when I'm out
in the starlight--when it seems that I ain't lyin' on the earth at
all, but floatin' slow an' easy like an eagle restin' on his wings--
I seem to share in their love, an' I don't seem to grow old.

I don't reckon I ever will grow old, 'cause love is--love is--some
way MY love is like the starlight itself; an' the starlight don't
scorch an' weaken an' pester like the sun; it soothes an' softens
an' lifts a man up where it's calm an' steady and--and pure.

The longer I live the fonder I grow o' the stars. It don't take as
much sleep for me now as it used to, an' I never was dopey; so the'
's mighty few nights 'at I don't have a little visit with 'em. I
know now 'at they keep whirlin' an' circlin' away up there; but they
never deceive a body. You can allus keep track of 'm, an' when the
seasons change an' you can't see 'em for a while, you know 'at
they're tendin' to their duties just the same; an' somehow it kind
o' holds a man to the trail when the trail is gettin' rougher than
he thinks he can stand.

I've got a heap o' friends, men an' women of all kinds; an' when
they come to me ragin' an' bitter, I just take 'em out an' show 'em
the stars; tell 'em the ones who are about to go on a long journey,
but who will come back again when they're due, an' not a minute
late. The' 's something about the stars 'at allus seems to take the
wickedness out of a human. I've had 'em come to me--men an' women
both--with murder in their hearts; but after we've visited a while
with the stars they either sigh or sob--but they allus go away clean
an' rested.

It's a funny notion; but sometimes I feet like as if I'd like to be
a star myself; away up above the worry an' selfishness of the world,
an' helpin' to bring peace an content to those who look up to me.
It's a funny notion--especially for a feller what's follered the
trail I have.

Me an' the preachers lock horns purty often; but they're all right,
most of 'em, when you treat 'em like humans an' make 'em play fair.
One of 'em happened out here on a visit, to sort o' rest up, an' he
called me some kind of a Persian name an' read me a little book
called The Other Wise Man. I reckon I know that book, all except the
big names, by heart; an' if one of my stars would ever cut out o'
the herd an' go off, slow an' stately on a new trail, why I'd foller
that star--God knows I'd foller; an'--I wouldn't let on to no one
else except you--but, way down, deep in my heart, I'm hopin' that
sometime I'll get the chance.