Laramie, "but you're not at ALL like him. You must take after your mother. Miss Longstreth, I don't know if I can--if I ought accept anything from you. Your father ruined my husband.""Yes, I know," replied the girl, sadly. "That's all the more reason you should let me help you. Pray don't refuse. It will--mean so much to me."
If this poor, stricken woman had any resentment it speedily melted in the warmth and sweetness of Miss Longstreth's manner.
Duane's idea was that the impression of Ray Longstreth's beauty was always swiftly succeeded by that of her generosity and nobility. At any rate, she had started well with Mrs. Laramie, and no sooner had she begun to talk to the children than both they and the mother were won. The opening of that big basket was an event. Poor, starved little beggars! Duane's feelings seemed too easily roused. Hard indeed would it have gone with Jim Laramie's slayer if he could have laid eyes on him then.
However, Miss Longstreth and Ruth, after the nature of tender and practical girls, did not appear to take the sad situation to heart. The havoc was wrought in that household.
The needs now were cheerfulness, kindness, help, action--and these the girls furnished with a spirit that did Duane good.
"Mrs. Laramie, who dressed this baby?" presently asked Miss Longstreth. Duane peeped in to see a dilapidated youngster on her knee. That sight, if any other was needed, completed his full and splendid estimate of Ray Longstreth and wrought strangely upon his heart.
"The ranger," replied Mrs. Laramie.
"The ranger!" exclaimed Miss Longstreth.
"Yes, he's taken care of us all since--since--" Mrs. Laramie choked.
"Oh! So you've had no help but his," replied Miss Longstreth, hastily. "No women. Too bad! I'll send some one, Mrs. Laramie, and I'll come myself.""It'll be good of you," went on the older woman. "You see, Jim had few friends--that is, right in town. And they've been afraid to help us--afraid they'd get what poor Jim--""That's awful!" burst out Miss Longstreth, passionately. "Abrave lot of friends! Mrs. Laramie, don't you worry any more.
We'll take care of you. Here, Ruth, help me. Whatever is the matter with baby's dress?"Manifestly Miss Longstreth had some difficulty in subduing her emotion.
"Why, it's on hind side before," declared Ruth. "I guess Mr. Ranger hasn't dressed many babies."
"He did the best he could," said Mrs. Laramie. "Lord only knows what would have become of us!""Then he is--is something more than a ranger?" queried Miss Longstreth, with a little break in her voice.
"He's more than I can tell," replied Mrs. Laramie. "He buried Jim. He paid our debts. He fetched us here. He bought food for us. He cooked for us and fed us. He washed and dressed the baby. He sat with me the first two nights after Jim's death, when I thought I'd die myself. He's so kind, so gentle, so patient. He has kept me up just by being near. Sometimes I'd wake from a doze, an', seeing him there, I'd know how false were all these tales Jim heard about him and believed at first.
Why, he plays with the children just--just like any good man might. When he has the baby up I just can't believe he's a bloody gunman, as they say. He's good, but he isn't happy. He has such sad eyes. He looks far off sometimes when the children climb round him. They love him. His life is sad. Nobody need tell me--he sees the good in things. Once he said somebody had to be a ranger. Well, I say, 'Thank God for a ranger like him!'
"Duane did not want to hear more, so he walked into the room.
