During that evening and the next Mrs.Bunker, without betraying her secret, or exciting the least suspicion on the part of her husband, managed to extract from him not only a rough description of Marion which tallied with her own impressions, but a short history of his career.He was a famous politician who had held high office in the South; he was an accomplished lawyer; he had served in the army; he was a fiery speaker; he had a singular command of men.He was unmarried, but there were queer stories of his relations with some of the wives of prominent officials, and there was no doubt that he used them in some of his political intrigues.He, Zephas, would bet something that it was a woman who had helped him off! Did she speak?
Yes, she had spoken.It made her sick to sit there and hear such stories! Because a man did not agree with some people in politics it was perfectly awful to think how they would abuse him and take away his character! Men were so awfully jealous, too; if another man happened to be superior and fine-looking there wasn't anything bad enough for them to say about him! No! she wasn't a slavery sympathizer either, and hadn't anything to do with man politics, although she was a Southern woman, and the MacEwans had come from Kentucky and owned slaves.Of course, he, Zephas, whose ancestors were Cape Cod Quakers and had always been sailors, couldn't understand.She did not know what he meant by saying "what a long tail our cat's got," but if he meant to call her a cat, and was going to use such language to her, he had better have stayed in San Francisco with his Vigilance friends.And perhaps it would have been better if he had stayed there before he took her away from her parents at Martinez.Then she wouldn't have been left on a desert rock without any chance of seeing the world, or ever making any friends or acquaintances!
It was their first quarrel.Discreetly made up by Mrs.Bunker in some alarm at betraying herself; honestly forgiven by Zephas in a rude, remorseful consciousness of her limited life.One or two nights later, when he returned, it was with a mingled air of mystery and satisfaction."Well, Mollie," he said cheerfully, "it looks as if your pets were not as bad as I thought them.""My pets!" repeated Mrs.Bunker, with a faint rising of color.
"Well, I call these Southern Chivs your pets, Mollie, because you stuck up for them so the other night.But never mind that now.
What do you suppose has happened? Jim Rider, you know, the Southern banker and speculator, who's a regular big Injin among the 'Chivs,' he sent Cap Simmons down to the wharf while I was unloadin' to come up and see him.Well, I went, and what do y'u think? He told me he was gettin' up an American Fishin' Company, and wanted me to take charge of a first-class schooner on shares.
Said he heard of me afore, and knew I was an American and a white man, and just the chap ez could knock them Eytalians outer the market.""Yes," interrupted Mrs.Bunker quickly, but emphatically, "the fishing interest ought to be American and protected by the State, with regular charters and treaties.""I say, Mollie," said her astonished but admiring husband, "you've been readin' the papers or listenin' to stump speakin' sure.""Go on," returned Mrs.Bunker impatiently, "and say what happened next.""Well," returned Zephas, "I first thought, you see, that it had suthin' to do with that Marion business, particklerly ez folks allowed he was hidin' somewhere yet, and they wanted me to run him off.So I thought Rider might as well know that I wasn't to be bribed, so I ups and tells him how I'd been lyin' off Saucelito the other day workin' for the other side agin him.With that he laughs, says he didn't want any better friends than me, but that Imust be livin' in the backwoods not to know that Wynyard Marion had escaped, and was then at sea on his way to Mexico or Central America.Then we agreed to terms, and the long and short of it is, Mollie, that I'm to have the schooner with a hundred and fifty dollars a month, and ten per cent.shares after a year! Looks like biz, eh, Mollie, old girl? but you don't seem pleased."She had put aside the arm with which he was drawing her to him, and had turned her white face away to the window.So HE had gone--this stranger--this one friend of her life--she would never see him again, and all that would ever come of it was this pecuniary benefit to her husband, who had done nothing.He would not even offer her money, but he had managed to pay his debt to her in this way that their vulgar poverty would appreciate.And this was the end of her dream!
"You don't seem to take it in, Mollie," continued the surprised Zephas."It means a house in 'Frisco and a little cabin for you on the schooner when you like.""I don't want it! I won't have it! I shall stay here," she burst out with a half-passionate, half-childish cry, and ran into her bedroom, leaving the astonished Zephas helpless in his awkward consternation.
"By Gum! I must take her to 'Frisco right off, or she'll be havin'
the high strikes here alone.I oughter knowed it would come to this!" But although he consulted "Cap" Simmons the next day, who informed him it was all woman's ways when "struck," and advised him to pay out all the line he could at such delicate moments, she had no recurrence of the outbreak.On the contrary, for days and weeks following she seemed calmer, older, and more "growed up;" although she resisted changing her seashore dwelling for San Francisco, she accompanied him on one or two of his "deep sea" trips down the coast, and seemed happier on their southern limits.She had taken to reading the political papers and speeches, and some cheap American histories.Captain Bunker's crew, profoundly convinced that their skipper's wife was a "woman's rights" fanatic, with the baleful qualities of "sea lawyer" superadded, marveled at his bringing her.
