"WE must get married before time to put in crops,"he wrote."We must make a success of the farm the first year,for luck.
Could you manage to be ready to come out West by the last of February?After March opens there will be no let-up,and I do not see how I could get away.Make it Febru-ary,Annie dear.A few weeks more or less can make no difference to you,but they make a good deal of difference to me."The woman to whom this was written read it with something like anger."I don't be-lieve he's so impatient for me!"she said to herself."What he wants is to get the crops in on time."But she changed the date of their wedding,and made it February.
Their wedding journey was only from the Illinois village where she lived to their Nebraska farm.They had never been much together,and they had much to say to each other.
"Farming won't come hard to you,"Jim assured her."All one needs to farm with is brains.""What a success you'll make of it!"she cried saucily.
"I wish I had my farm clear,"Jim went on;"but that's more than any one has around me.I'm no worse off than the rest.
We've got to pay off the mortgage,Annie.""Of course we must.We'll just do with-out till we get the mortgage lifted.Hard work will do anything,I guess.And I'm not afraid to work,Jim,though I've never had much experience."Jim looked out of the window a long time,at the gentle undulations of the brown Iowa prairie.His eyes seemed to pierce beneath the sod,to the swelling buds of the yet invisible grass.He noticed how disdain-fully the rains of the new year beat down the grasses of the year that was gone.It opened to his mind a vision of the season's possibilities.For a moment,even amid the smoke of the car,he seemed to scent clover,and hear the stiff swishing of the corn and the dull burring of the bees.
"I wish sometimes,"he said,leaning for-ward to look at his bride,"that I had been born something else than a farmer.But Ican no more help farming,Annie,than a bird can help singing,or a bee making honey.I didn't take to farming.I was simply born with a hoe in my hand.""I don't know a blessed thing about it,"Annie confessed."But I made up my mind that a farm with you was better than a town without you.That's all there is to it,as far as I am concerned."Jim Lancy slid his arm softly about her waist,unseen by the other passengers.
Annie looked up apprehensively,to see if any one was noticing.But they were eating their lunches.It was a common coach on which they were riding.There was a Pullman attached to the train,and Annie had secretly thought that,as it was their wedding journey,it might be more becoming to take it.But Jim had made no suggestion about it.What he said later explained the reason.
"I would have liked to have brought you a fine present,"he said."It seemed shabby to come with nothing but that little ring.
But I put everything I had on our home,you know.And yet,I'm sure you'll think it poor enough after what you've been used to.You'll forgive me for only bringing the ring,my dear?""But you brought me something better,"Annie whispered.She was a foolish little girl."You brought me love,you know."Then they rode in silence for a long time.
Both of them were new to the phraseology of love.Their simple compliments to each other were almost ludicrous.But any one who might have chanced to overhear them would have been charmed,for they betrayed an innocence as beautiful as an unclouded dawn.
Annie tried hard not to be depressed by the treeless stretches of the Nebraska plains.
"This is different from Illinois,"she ventured once,gently;"it is even different from Iowa.""Yes,yes,"cried Jim,enthusiastically,"it is different!It is the finest country in the world!You never feel shut in.You can always see off.I feel at home after I get in Nebraska.I'd choke back where you live,with all those little gullies and the trees everywhere.It's a mystery to me how farmers have patience to work there."Annie opened her eyes.There was evi-dently more than one way of looking at a question.The farm-houses seemed very low and mean to her,as she looked at them from the window.There were no fences,excepting now and then the inhospitable barbed wire.The door-yards were bleak to her eyes,without the ornamental shrubbery which every farmer in her part of the country was used to tending.The cattle stood un-shedded in their corrals.The reapers and binders stood rusting in the dull drizzle.
"How shiftless!"cried Annie,indignantly.
"What do these men mean by letting their machinery lie out that way?I should think one winter of lying out would hurt it more than three summers of using.""It does.But sheds are not easily had.
Lumber is dear."
"But I should think it would be economy even then.""Yes,"he said,"perhaps.But we all do that way out here.It takes some money for a man to be economical with.Some of us haven't even that much."There was a six-mile ride from the station.
The horses were waiting,hitched up to a serviceable light wagon,and driven by the "help."He was a thin young man,with red hair,and he blushed vicariously for Jim and Annie,who were really too entertained with each other,and at the idea of the new life opening up before them,to think any-thing about blushing.At the station,a number of men insisted on shaking hands with Jim,and being introduced to his wife.
They were all bearded,as if shaving were an unnecessary labor,and their trousers were tucked in dusty top-boots,none of which had ever seen blacking.Annie had a sense of these men seeming unwashed,or as if they had slept in their clothes.But they had kind voices,and their eyes were very friendly.So she shook hands with them all with heartiness,and asked them to drive out and bring their womenkind.
