"Rest! I"ll rest by and by. Just now I"ve got business to attend to. Let go of that pea-jacket."
"But--"
"No buts about it. I"ll see you later. So long."
He threw open the door and hurried down the walk. The lawyer watched him in amazement. Then a slow smile overspread his face.
"Captain," he called. "Captain Whittaker."
Captain Cy looked back over his shoulder. "What do you want?" he asked.
Mr. Peabody"s face was now intensely solemn, but there was a twinkle in his eye.
"I think she"s at the boarding house," he said demurely. "I"m pretty certain you"ll find her there."
All the regulars at the perfect boarding house had, of course, attended the reception at the Cy Whittaker place. None of them, with the exception of the schoolmistress, had as yet returned. Dinner had been forgotten in the excitement of the great day, and Keturah and Angeline and Mrs. Tripp had stopped in at various dwellings along the main road, to compare notes on the captain"s appearance and the Atkins address.
Asaph and Bailey and Alpheus Smalley were at Simmons"s.
Captain Cy knew better than to attempt his hurried trip by way of the road. He had no desire to be held up and congratulated. He went across lots, in the rear of barns and orchards, wading through drifts and climbing fences as no sane convalescent should. But the captain at that moment was suffering from the form of insanity known as the fixed idea.
She had done all this for him--for HIM. And his last message to her had been an insult.
He approached the Bangs property by the stable lane. No one locks doors in our village, and those of the perfect boarding house were unfastened.
He entered by way of the side porch, just as he had done when Gabe Lumley"s depot wagon first deposited him in that yard. But now he entered on tiptoe. The dining room was empty. He peeped into the sitting room. There, by the center table, sat Phoebe Dawes, her elbow on the arm of her chair, and her head resting on her hand.
"Ahem! Phoebe!" said Captain Cy.
She started, turned, and saw him standing there. Her eyes were wet, and there was a handkerchief in her lap.
"Phoebe," said the captain anxiously, "have you been cryin"?"
She rose on the instant. A great wave of red swept over her face. The handkerchief fell to the floor, and she stooped and picked it up.
"Crying?" she repeated confusedly. "Why, no, of course--of course not!
I--How do you do, Captain Whittaker? I"m--we"re all very glad to see you home again--and well."
She extended her hand. Captain Cy reached forward to take it; then he hesitated.
"I don"t think I"d ought to let you shake hands with me, Phoebe," he said. "Not until I beg your pardon."
"Beg my pardon? Why?"
He absently took the hand and held it.
"For the word I sent to you when I went away. "Twas an awful thing to say, but I meant it for your sake, you know. Honest, I did."
She laughed nervously.
"Oh! that," she said. "Well, I did think you were rather particular as to your visitors. But Mr. Tidditt explained, and then--You needn"t beg my pardon. I appreciate your thoughtfulness. I knew you meant to be kind to me."
"That"s what I did. But you didn"t obey orders. You kept comin". Now, why--"
"Why? Did you suppose that _I_ cared for the malicious gossip of--such people? I came because you were in trouble, and I hoped to help you.
And--and I thought I had helped, until a few minutes ago."
Her lip quivered. That quiver went to the captain"s heart.
"Helped?" he faltered. "Helped? Why, you"ve done so much that I can"t ever thank you. You"ve been the only real helper I"ve had in all this miserable business. You"ve stood by me all through."
"But it was all wrong. He isn"t the man at all. Didn"t Mr. Peabody tell you?"
"Yes, yes, he told me. What difference does that make? Peabody be hanged! He ain"t in this. It"s you and me--don"t you see? What made you do all this for me?"
She looked at the floor and not at him as she answered.
"Why, because I wanted to help you," she said. "I"ve been alone in the world ever since mother died, years ago. I"ve had few real friends. Your friendship had come to mean a great deal to me. The splendid fight you were making for that little girl proved what a man you were. And you fought so bravely when almost everyone was against you, I couldn"t help wanting to do something for you. How could I? And now it has come to nothing--my part of it. I"m so sorry."
"It ain"t, neither. It"s come to everything. Phoebe, I didn"t mean to say very much more than to beg your pardon when I headed for here. But I"ve got to--I"ve simply got to. This can"t go on. I can"t have you keep comin" to see me--and Bos"n. I can"t keep meetin" you every day. I CAN"T."
She looked up, as if to speak, but something, possibly the expression in his face, caused her to look quickly down again. She did not answer.
"I can"t do it," continued the captain desperately. ""Tain"t for what folks might say. They wouldn"t say much when I was around, I tell you.
It ain"t that. It"s because I can"t bear to have you just a friend.
Either you must be more"n that, or--or I"ll have to go somewheres else.
I realized that when I was in Washin"ton and cruisin" to California and back. I"ve either got to take Bos"n and go away for good, or--or--"
She would not help him. She would not speak.
"You see?" he groaned. "You see, Phoebe, what an old fool I am. I can"t ask you to marry me, me fifty-five, and rough from knockin" round the world, and you, young and educated, and a lady. I ain"t fool enough to ask such a thing as that. And yet, I couldn"t stay here and meet you every day, and by and by see you marry somebody else. By the big dipper, I couldn"t do it! So that"s why I can"t shake hands with you to-day--nor any more, except when I say good-by for keeps."
Then she looked up. The color was still bright in her face, and her eyes were moist, but she was smiling.
"Can"t shake hands with me?" she said. "Please, what have you been doing for the last five minutes?"
Captain Cy dropped her hand as if his own had been struck with paralysis.
"Good land!" he stammered. "I didn"t know I did it; honest truth, I didn"t."
Phoebe"s smile was still there, faint, but very sweet.
"Why did you stop?" she queried. "I didn"t ask you to."
"Why did I stop? Why, because I--I--I declare I"m ashamed--"
She took his hand and clasped it with both her own.
"I"m not," she said bravely, her eyes brightening as the wonder and incredulous joy grew in his. "I"m very proud. And very, very happy."