or her in the desert, and not coming back to see me because he
couldn't get HER out of his brain, and how she changed from him to his
brother, and from Mr. Edgerton to Mr. Gledware, I was ashamed of her,
and sorry for her, and angry with her.
"I wish I hadn't said anything. But I felt glorious at the time, just
like a storm sweeping across the prairie, purifying the air and not
caring whether the earth wants to be purified or not. I did wrong,
because I came to the big world to study people of culture and
refinement, not to quarrel with them. You must have money, you MUST
have money, you MUST have money, if you're civilized. I don't care if
I AM a little storm. Yes, of course, I know a storm isn't a civilized
thing. Well, I know what I'm going to do,--I'm going to come back and
blow the rest of my life right there in the cove, with my Brick and my
Bill.
"So that's my news, that I'm dissatisfied with the big world. It isn't
like I'd have made it, that's the truth! Now I'll lay this letter
aside to cool (I mean IT, and ME, too) and I'll not send it until
something about Red Kimball happens, so you'll be posted on what really
matters. After all, people that marry for money aren't important, they
don't belong to big affairs--but there's something worth discussing in
a plot to commit murder. That MEANS something; as Brick would say,
it's 'vital.' These people about me, kind, gentle, correct,--all their
waking thoughts are devoted to little things--fashionable trifles that
last no longer than the hour in which they're born--just time-killers.
I enjoy these pleasing trifles, but my eyes are opened and I know they
ARE trifles. These people's eyes are not opened. Why? Because they
haven't lived in the West, neighboring with real things like alkali
plains and sand-storms and granite mountains.
"My! but it would open their eyes if one of their dearest friends was
in danger of getting himself hanged! Something permanent in THAT!
"LATER: This is midnight. I expect to leave as soon as I possibly
can, but probably this letter will get away first, so here's something
new to put your mind on; it's rather dreadful, when you give it a calm
thought. But my thoughts are not calm. Far from it. Oh, how excited I
was! But I guess THEY didn't know it. It all happened about an hour
ago, and you can see that my hand is still a little shaky.
"There was a bright moonlight, but you needn't be afraid I'm going to
talk abo
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