"Since I think about it, perhaps I was," murmured Rita. "I know I have often turned hot all over because of several things I did; but I cared so much for him. I was so young and ignorant. That was over two years ago. I cared so much for him and was all bewildered. Nothing seemed real to me during several months of that time. Part of the time it seemed I was in a nightmare, and again, it was like being in heaven. A poor girl is not a responsible being at such times. She doesn"t know what she does nor what she wants; but it"s all over now. I ... don"t ...
care anything ... about ... him now. It"s all over." Such a mournful little voice you never heard, and such a mournful little face you never saw. Still, it was all over.
Miss Tousy softly kissed her and said: "Well, well, we"ll straighten it all out. There, don"t cry, sweet one." But Rita did cry, and found comfort in resting her head on Miss Tousy"s sympathetic bosom.
The letter Sue Davidson had found altered Rita"s feeling toward Sukey; but it left untouched Dic"s sin against herself, and she insisted that she did not care for him, and never, never would forgive. With all her gentleness she had strong nerves, and her spirit, when aroused, was too high to brook patiently the insult Dic had put upon her. Miss Tousy"s words had not moved her from her position. Dic was no longer Dic. He was another person, and she could love no man but Dic. She had loved him all her life, and she could love none other. With such poor sophistry did she try to convince herself that she was indifferent. At times she succeeded beyond her most sanguine hope, and tried to drive conviction home by a song. But the song always changed to tears, the tears to anger, anger to sophistry, and all in turn to a dull pain at the heart, making her almost wish she were dead.
Meanwhile the affairs of Fisher and Fox were becoming more and more involved. Crops had failed, and collections could not be made. Williams, under alleged imperative orders from Boston, was pressing for money or security. Tom had "overdrawn" his account in Williams"s office; and, with the penitentiary staring him in the face, was clamoring for money to make good the overdraft. At home he used the words "overdraft" and "overdrawn" in confessing the situation. Williams, when speaking to Tom of the shortage, had used the words "embezzlement" and "thief."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "MISS TOUSY SOFTLY KISSED HER AND SAID, ... "THERE, DON"T CRY, SWEET ONE.""]
Rita"s illness had prevented Williams"s visits; but when she recovered, he began calling, though he was ominously sullen in his courtship, and his pa.s.sion for the girl looked very much like a mania.
One evening at supper table, Tom said: "Father, I must have five hundred dollars. I have overdrawn my account with Williams, and I"ll lose my place if it is not paid. I _must_ have it. Can"t you help me?"
"What on earth have you been doing with the money?" asked Tom, Sr. "I have paid your tailor bills and your other bills to a sufficient amount, in all conscience, and what could you have done with the money you got from Williams and your salary?"
Tom tried to explain, and soon the Chief Justice joined in: "La, father, there are so many temptations in town for young men, and our Tom is so popular. Money goes fast, doesn"t it, Tom? The boy can"t tell what went with it. Poor Tom! If your father was half a man, he"d get the money for you; that"s what he would. If your sister was not the most wicked, selfish girl alive, she could settle all our troubles. Mr. Williams would not press his brother-in-law or his wife"s father. I have toiled and suffered and worked for that girl all my life, and so has her father, and so have you, Tom. We have all toiled and suffered and worked for her, and now she"s too ungrateful to help us. Oh, "sharper than a serpent"s tooth," as the Immortal Bard of Avon truly says."
Rita began to cry and rose from her chair, intending to leave the room, but her mother detained her.
"Sit down!" she commanded. "At least you shall hear of the trouble you bring upon us. I have been thinking of a plan, and maybe you can help us carry it out if you want to do anything to help your father and brother.
As for myself, I don"t care. I am always willing to suffer and endure.
"Blessed are they that suffer, for they shall inherit the kingdom of heaven.""
Tom p.r.i.c.ked up his ears, Tom, Sr., put down his knife and fork to listen, and Rita again took her seat at table.
"Billy Little has plenty of money," continued Mrs. Margarita, addressing her daughter. "The old skinflint has refused to lend it to your father or Tom, but perhaps he"ll not refuse you if you ask him. I believe the old fool is in love with you. What they all want with you I can"t see, but if you"ll write to him--"
"Oh, I can"t, mother, I can"t," cried Rita, in a flood of tears.
I will not drag the reader through another scene of heart failure and maternal raving. Rita, poor girl, at last surrendered, and, amid tears of humiliation, wrote to Billy Little, telling of her father"s distress, her mother"s commands, and her own grief because she was compelled to apply to him. "You need not fear loss of your money, my friend," she wrote, honestly believing that she told the truth. "You will soon be repaid. Mr. Williams is demanding money from my father and Uncle Jim, and I dislike, for many reasons well known to you, to be under obligations to him. If you can, without inconvenience to yourself, lend this money, it will help father greatly just at this time, and will perhaps save me from a certain frightful importunity. The money will be repaid to you after harvest, when collections become easier. If I did not honestly believe so, even my mother"s commands would not induce me to write this letter."
Rita fully believed the money would be paid; but Billy knew that if he made the loan, he would be throwing his money away forever.
After making good Dic"s loss of twenty-six hundred dollars,--which sum, you may remember, went to Bays,--Little had remaining in his strong-box notes to the amount of two thousand dollars, which, together with his small stock of goods and two or three hundred dollars in cash, const.i.tuted the total sum of his worldly wealth. He had reached a point in life where he plainly saw old age staring him in the face--an ugly stare which few can return with equanimity. The small bundle of notes was all that stood between him and want when that time should come "sans everything." But Williams was staring Rita in the face, and if the little h.o.a.rd could save her, she was welcome to it.
Billy"s sleep the night after he received Rita"s letter was meagre and disturbed, but next morning he took his notes and his poor little remainder of cash and went to Indianapolis. He discounted the notes, as he had done in Dic"s case, and with the proceeds he went to the store of Fisher and Bays. Fisher was present when Billy entered the private office and announced his readiness to supply the firm with twenty-three hundred dollars on their note of hand. The money, of course, being borrowed by the firm, went to the firm account, and was at once applied by Fisher upon one of the many Williams notes. Therefore Tom"s "overdrafts" remained _in statu quo_; likewise the penitentiary.
The payment of Billy Little"s twenty-three hundred dollars upon the Williams debt did not help matters in the least. The notes owed by the firm of Fisher and Bays to the Williams house aggregated nearly fourteen thousand dollars, and Billy"s poor little all did not stem the tide of importunity one day, although it left him penniless. The thought of his poverty was of course painful to Billy, but he rode home that evening without seeing Rita, happy and exultant in the mistaken belief that he had helped to save her from the grasp of Williams.
That same evening at supper Tom, Sr., told of Billy Little"s loan, and there was at once an outburst of wrath from mother and son because part of the money had not been applied to Tom"s "overdraft."
"The pitiful sum of twenty-three hundred dollars!" cried Tom. "The old skinflint might as well have kept his money for all the good it will do us. Do you think that will keep Williams from suing us?" In Tom"s remarks Mrs. Bays concurred, saying that she "always knew he was a mean old miser."
Rita tried to speak in her friend"s defence, but the others furiously silenced her, so she broke down entirely, covered her face with her hands, and wept bitterly. She went through the after-supper work amid blinding tears, and when she had finished she sought her room. Without undressing she lay down on the bed, sobbing till the morning light shone in at her window. Before she had lost Dic her heart could fly from every trouble and find sweet comfort in thoughts of him; but now there was no refuge. She was alone in the world, save for Billy Little. She loved her father, but she knew he was weak. She loved Tom, but she could not help despising him. She loved her mother, but she feared her, and knew there was no comfort or consolation for her in that hard heart. Billy had not come to see her when he brought the money, and she feared she had offended him by asking for it.
Such was the situation when Dic received Miss Tousy"s letter inviting him to call upon her.
Miss Tousy greeted Dic kindly when he presented himself at her door, and led him to the same cosey front parlor wherein Rita had imparted the story of her woes and of Dic"s faithlessness. She left her guest in the parlor a moment or two, while she despatched a note to a friend in town.
When she returned she said:--
"I"m sorry to hear of the trouble between you and Rita, and am determined it shall be made up at once."
"I fear that is impossible, Miss Tousy," returned Dic, sadly. "She will never forgive me. I should not were I in her place. I do not expect it and am not worth it."
"But she will forgive you; she will not be able to hold out against you five minutes if you crowd her. Trust my word. I know more about girls than you do; but, above all, I know Rita."
Miss Tousy watched him as he stood before her, hanging his head, a very handsome picture of abject humility. After a moment of silence Dic answered:--
"Miss Tousy, the truth is, I have lost all self-respect, and know that I am both a fool and a--a criminal. Rita will not, cannot, and ought not to forgive me. I am entirely unworthy of her. She is gentle and tender as she can be; but she has more spirit than you would suspect. I have seen her under the most trying circ.u.mstances, and with all her gentleness she is very strong. I have lost her and must give her up."
"You"ll be no such fool," cried Miss Tousy; "but some one is knocking at the front door. Be seated, please." She opened the front hall door, kissed "some one" who had knocked, and said to "some one":--
"Step into the parlor, please. I will be with you soon." Then she closed the parlor door and basely fled.
Dic sprang to his feet, and Rita, turning backward toward the door, stood trembling, her hand on the k.n.o.b.
"Don"t go, Rita," said Dic, huskily. "I did not know you were coming here. I give you my word, I did not set a trap for you. Miss Tousy will tell you I had no thought of seeing you here. I wanted to see you, but I would not try to entrap you. I intended going to your house openly that you might refuse to see me if you wished; but since you are here, please--oh, Rita, for G.o.d"s sake, stay and hear me. I am almost crazed by what I have suffered, though I deserve it all, all. You don"t know what I have to say." She partly opened the door; but he stepped quickly to her side, shut the door, and spoke almost angrily:--
"You shall hear me, and after I have spoken, if you wish, you may go, but not until then."
He unclasped her hand from the k.n.o.b, and, using more of his great strength than he knew, led her to a chair and brought another for himself.
The touch of command in Dic"s manner sent a strange thrill to the girl"s heart, and she learned in one brief moment that all her sophistry had been in vain; that her love was not dead, and could not be killed. That knowledge, however, did not change her resolution not to forgive him.
You see, there was a touch of the Chief Justice in the girl.
"I want you to hear me, Rita, and, if you can, I want you to forgive me, and then I want you to forget me," said Dic.
The words "forget me" were not what she had expected to hear. She had supposed he would make a plea for forgiveness and beg to be taken back; but the words "forget me," seeming to lead in another direction, surprised her. With all her resolutions she was not prepared to forget.
She lifted her eyes for a fleeting glance, and could not help thinking that the memory of his face had been much less effective than its presence. The tones of his voice, too, were stronger and sweeter at close range than she had remembered. In short, Dic by her side and Dic twenty-five miles away were two different propositions--the former a very dangerous and irresistible one, indeed. Still, she would not forgive him. She could not and would not forget him; but she would shut her eyes to the handsome face, she would close her ears to the deep, strong voice, she would harden her heart to his ardent love, and, alas!
to her own. She insisted to herself that she no longer loved him, and never, never would.
Every word that Sukey had ever spoken concerning Dic, every meeting of which she knew that had ever taken place between him and the dimpler,--in fact, all the trivial events that had happened between her lover and the girl who was trying to steal him from her, including the occurrence at Scott"s social,--came vividly back to Rita at that moment with exaggerated meaning, and told her she had for years been a poor, trusting dupe. She would listen to Dic because he was the stronger and could compel her to remain in the room; but when he should finish, she would go and would never speak to Miss Tousy again.
"This is a terrible calamity I have brought upon us," said Dic, speaking with difficulty and constraint. "It is like blindness or madness, and means wretchedness for life to you and me."
Still the unexpected direction, thought Rita, but she answered out of her firm resolve:--
"I shall not be wretched, for I do not--don"t care. The time was when I did care very, very much; but now I--" She did not finish the sentence, and her conscience reproached her, for she knew she was uttering a big, black lie.
Dic had expected scorn, and had thought he would be able to bear it without flinching. He had fortified himself days before by driving all hope out of his heart, but (as we say and feel when our dear ones die) he was not prepared, even though he well knew what was coming. Her words stunned him for a moment, but he soon pulled himself together, and his unselfish love brought a feeling akin to relief: a poor, dry sort of joy, because he had learned that she did not suffer the pain that was torturing him. No mean part of his pain was because of Rita"s suffering.
If she did not suffer, he could endure the penalty of his sin with greater fort.i.tude. This slight relief came to him, not because his love was weak, but because his unselfishness was strong.
"If I could really believe that you do not care," he said, struggling with a torturing lump in his throat, "if I could surely know that you do not suffer the pain I feel, I might endure it--G.o.d in heaven! I suppose I might endure it. But when I think that I have brought suffering to you, I am almost wild."