A Simpleton

Chapter 30

When she had come to this she became feverishly anxious to be gone. She busied herself in purchasing agricultural machines, and stores, and even stock; and to see her pinching the beasts" ribs to find their condition, and parrying all attempts to cheat her, you would never have believed she could be a love-sick woman.

d.i.c.k kept her up to the mark. He only left her to bargain with the master of a good vessel; for it was no trifle to take out horses and cows, and machines, and bales of cloth, cotton, and linen.

When that was settled they came in to town together, and Phoebe bought shrewdly, at wholesale houses in the city, for cash, and would have bargains: and the little shop in ----- Street was turned into a warehouse.

They were all ardor, as colonists should be; and what pleased d.i.c.k most, she never mentioned Falcon; yet he learned from the maid that worthy had been there twice, looking very seedy.

The day drew near. d.i.c.k was in high spirits.

"We shall soon make our fortune out there," he said; "and I"ll get you a good husband."

She shuddered, but said nothing.

The evening before they were to sail, Phoebe sat alone, in her black dress, tired with work, and asking herself, sick at heart, could she ever really leave England, when the door opened softly, and Reginald Falcon, shabbily dressed, came in, and threw himself into a chair.

She started up with a scream, then sank down again, trembling, and turned her face to the wall.

"So you are going to run away from me!" said he savagely.

"Ay, Reginald," said she meekly.

"This is your fine love, is it?"

"You have worn it out, dear," she said softly, without turning her head from the wall.

"I wish I could say as much; but, curse it, every time I leave you I learn to love you more. I am never really happy but when I am with you."

"Bless you for saying that, dear. I often thought you MUST find that out one day; but you took too long."

"Oh, better late than never. Phoebe! Can you have the heart to go to the Cape, and leave me all alone in the world, with n.o.body that really cares for me? Surely you are not obliged to go."

"Yes; my father left d.i.c.k and me fifteen hundred pounds apiece to go: that was the condition. Poor d.i.c.k loves his unhappy sister. He won"t go without me--I should be his ruin--poor d.i.c.k, that really loves me; and he lay a-dying here, and the good doctor and me--G.o.d bless him--we brought him back from the grave. Ah, you little know what I have gone through. You were not here. Catch you being near me when I am in trouble. There, I must go. I must go. I will go; if I fling myself into the sea half way."

"And, if you do, I"ll take a dose of poison; for I have thrown away the truest heart, the sweetest, most unselfish, kindest, generous--oh! oh!

oh!"

And he began to howl.

This set Phoebe sobbing. "Don"t cry, dear," she murmured through her tears; "if you have really any love for me, come with me."

"What, leave England, and go to a desert?"

"Love can make a desert a garden."

"Phoebe, I"ll do anything else. I"ll swear not to leave your side. I"ll never look at any other face but yours. But I can"t live in Africa."

"I know you can"t. It takes a little real love to go there with a poor girl like me. Ah, well, I"d have made you so happy. We are not poor emigrants. I have a horse for you to ride, and guns to shoot; and me and d.i.c.k would do all the work for you. But there are others here you can"t leave for me. Well, then, good-by, dear. In Africa, or here, I shall always love you; and many a salt tear I shall shed for you yet, many a one I have, as well you know. G.o.d bless you. Pray for poor Phoebe, that goes against her will to Africa, and leaves her heart with thee."

This was too much even for the selfish Reginald. He kneeled at her knees, and took her hand, and kissed it, and actually shed a tear or two over it.

She could not speak. He had no hope of changing her resolution; and presently he heard d.i.c.k"s voice outside, so he got up to avoid him.

"I"ll come again in the morning, before you go."

"Oh, no! no!" she gasped. "Unless you want me to die at your feet. I am almost dead now."

Reginald slipped out by the kitchen.

d.i.c.k came in, and found his sister leaning with her head back against the wall. "Why, Phoebe," said he, "whatever is the matter?" and he took her by the shoulder.

She moaned, and he felt her all limp and powerless.

"What is it, la.s.s? Whatever is the matter? Is it about going away?"

She would not speak for a long time.

When she did speak, it was to say something for which my male reader may not be prepared. But it will not surprise the women.

"O d.i.c.k--forgive me!"

"Why, what for?"

"Forgive me, or else kill me: I don"t care which."

"I do, though. There, I forgive you. Now what"s your crime?"

"I can"t go. Forgive me!"

"Can"t go?"

"I can"t. Forgive me!"

"I"m blessed if I don"t believe that vagabond has been here tormenting of you again."

"Oh, don"t miscall him. He is penitent. Yes, d.i.c.k, he has been here crying to me--and I can"t leave him. I can"t--I can"t. Dear d.i.c.k! you are young and stout-hearted; take all the things over, and make your fortune out there, and leave your poor foolish sister behind. I should only fling myself into the salt sea if I left him now, and that would be peace to me, but a grief to thee."

"Lordsake, Phoebe, don"t talk so. I can"t go without you. And do but think, why, the horses are on board by now, and all the gear. It"s my belief a good hiding is all you want, to bring you to your senses; but I han"t the heart to give you one, worse luck. Blessed if I know what to say or do."

"I won"t go!" cried Phoebe, turning violent all of a sudden. "No, not if I am dragged to the ship by the hair of my head. Forgive me!" And with that word she was a mouse again.

"Eh, but women are kittle cattle to drive," said poor d.i.c.k ruefully. And down he sat at a nonplus, and very unhappy.

Phoebe sat opposite, sullen, heart-sick, wretched to the core; but determined not to leave Reginald.

Then came an event that might have been foreseen, yet it took them both by surprise.

A light step was heard, and a graceful, though seedy, figure entered the room with a set speech in his mouth: "Phoebe, you are right. I owe it to your long and faithful affection to make a sacrifice for you. I will go to Africa with you. I will go to the end of the world, sooner than you shall say I care for any woman on earth but you."

Both brother and sister were so unprepared for this, that they could hardly realize it at first.

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