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Graeve, Oscar (ed.) / Delineator
Vol. 118, No. 6 (June, 1931)

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which appeared to be slightly lopsided, as if
he were practising an art long neglected.
"I'm going to learn to ride a buckin'
bronk with one hand and roll one of these
with the other, if it takes me all year,"
he greeted her.
"From the looks of that it will take you
three," she smiled. "I'm afraid I was a bit
hasty this afternoon. I just want you to
know that I appreciate your staying."
"That's all right, ma'am," he drawled
in character.
She decided he was a little impertinent.
DALE gave Jenkins three days to become
acclimated. Mrs. Converse asked who
he was, and a romantic young lady from New
Jersey perched herself on the corral fence,
determined to stay there until he should
notice her.
Dale was very busy. She drove her guests
to the Indian pueblo at midnight. She
waited patiently while they haggled for
turquoise rings, and loaded the car with
black pottery ash trays. She dirtied her
hands on filthy old rugs, and prowled the
Mexican village for wax saints.
On the fourth day James wired that he
was coming in on the noon train, and Dale
prepared to meet him, which necessitated
leaving Mr. Jenkins in charge of the guests.
She called him into her office for a chat.
"Jenkins," Dale informed him, "I am
driving to Questa today to meet my fianc6.
I am leaving the guests in your charge."
If he was nervous, he didn't show it. He
only said, "So you're engaged. Well, I
should have known it."
She blushed, and hated herself for it.
"You will have all your meals with them,
hereafter. I want you to pay special atten-
tion to Mrs. Converse, Jenkins. When you
know her as I do, you will find her a woman
of charm, though slightly fussy. In fact,
Jenkins, she is a pest."
Jenkins said, "Is she the string bean with
the platinum ware?"
She looked at him severely. "She is a
social leader in her home town, and she is
taking our most expensive accommodations.
You must make her like you."
"All right," he agreed patiently. "I'll
have her eating out of my hand."
She took him in and introduced him
around, and deserted him.
When she was ready to go, she stopped a
moment by the (lining-room door to see how
he was getting on. He sat with Mrs. Converse
on one side. He was looking at the cream
pitcher across the table, and Mrs. Converse
was looking at him, waiting for this son of
the open spaces to open his mouth and say
something.
He did not let her down. He said slowly
with an accent that had never seen Texas,
"Please ma'am, would you mind herdin' the
cow down to this here end of the table."
This was a little old, but everyone was
delighted, and Mrs. Converse simply beamed.
"He's enjoying himself. He actually is,"
said Dale to herself. "They'll probably
spoil him to death." Still she felt a little
sorry to go oil and leave him.
All the time she was waiting for the train,
she wondered how he was making out with
Mrs. Converse. Think of turning that babe
over to an expert like her!
JAM ES came at last. Sweet James! Just
as dependable and helpful as ever. He had
put the place on sale and reported that a
Mr. Shelling, representing a large company
that operated a string of resort hotels, was
coming out to look it over.
She packed James into the chile line, and
they started home. She was in a hurry to
get back and see how Jenkins had weathered
the onslaught.
"I'm worried," she explained. "I have
some incompetent help, James.   I hope
they haven't burned the place down."
She needn't have worried. They arrived
to find Mrs. Converse in rapt attention
to Mr. Jenkins.
"Who in the devil is that?" asked James.
"Just the courier."
"I wish you wouldn't have these rough
characters around the place," he com-
plained.
"He isn't as rough as he looks," she told
him. But she wasn't sure. She could tell
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that Mrs. Converse had gone clear under.
It made Dale furious. She couldn't have her
guests falling in love with her courier.
While James was getting ready for dinner,
she sent for Slim Jenkins.
"I didn't tell you to make that dumb
bunny fall in love with you," she upbraided
him gently.
"When you know her as I do, you will
find her a woman of charm," said Jenkins.
"And anyway you said distinctly that I was
to do everything to please her."
"I didn't. That is, I didn't mean it
literally. I didn't mean that you were to
drag her around by the neck."
"Can I help it," asked Jenkins innocently,
"if she thinks I am the real thing?"
She let it go at that.
In the evening when the guests were finally
worn out and in bed, she and James took a
walk in the moonlight.
It was nice. It would have been perfect,
if emanating from the bunk house had not
sailed Mr. Jenkins's voice in a very mournful
ditty. There were many verses and each
verse ended with the same line, "I'm a
roamin' cowboy, roamin' home."
"I wish that fellow would roam clear
out of town," declared James with disgust.
"Isn't there any way of shutting him up.
He gives me the jim-jams."
"Yes," said Dale, "I think there is."
Tomorrow she would send Jenkins off in
charge of a four-day fishing trip.
All through James's superior declarations
of his love, she could hear Jenkins's voice
wailing through one sad verse after another.
It was very nice that next day when he
left, a bunch of giggling, thrilled dudes
trailing behind him.
SHE and James had three perfect days, and
then again they rattled over the cattle
guards to the station. This time the good-
byes were longer, but when it was over and he
was on his train for New York, she took a
big grip on herself and practised a little
salesmanship for Mr. Shelling.
He arrived the next morning, a suave,
smooth, small man who permitted himself
to be shown the place as if it were an insult.
He didn't like the plumbing. He positively
despised the kitchens. He challenged every-
thing Dale told him, and didn't quite be-
lieve it even when she put it down in figures
and backed it up with the books.
He took a good look at the hillside and
admitted that one could put a golf course
there. "But you'd have to cart that mound
away," he announced. "Nobody wants to
drive off a grave."
Dale locked herself in her own office after
that, so that she couldn't brain him or
order him from the place.
In the evening the cavalcade returned
from the fishing trip. The guests were all
very positive in their praise of Slim Jenkins.
Dale was proud of him.
When he dragged himself into her office,
she was also a bit sorry. He sank into a
chair as if he could stay there forever.
"Well," said Dale, "how did you make
out?"
"They threw all their fish into the brush
and snagged their lines, and broke their
leaders," he confided.  "I had to spend
much of my time cutting myself out of Mrs.
Converse's hooks."
"I'm glad you're back," confessed Dale.
"I need you terribly. Mr. Shelling is here
to look over the place, and he's an obnoxious
little beast if I ever saw one. Tomorrow I
want you to take a horse and ramble around
the place with him. And whatever you do,
don't tell him there's no water on the west
end, and don't show him the Good Fats
Auto Camp. And keep him away from that
new dude outfit. He may not have enough
sense to see how tawdry it is."
"Let me get this straight. You want me to
talk him into buying this place?"
"Exactly. Not for nothing, of course. If
the sale goes over, I'll pay you a thousand
dollars."
"Is it so important to you?" he asked
slowly.
"It means everything to me." She stood
up quickly and went over to the window.
"My father's name was good as gold once.
I must clear it before I can go to James. I
don't know whether you'll (7 urn to page 52)
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