Fanny Herself

Chapter 41

"You didn"t really think I"d leave you, did you, Fan?"

She opened her eyes. Heyl was there. He reached down, and lifted her lightly to her feet. "Timberline Cabin"s not a hundred yards away. I just did it to try you."

She had spirit enough left to say, "Beast."

Then he swung her up, and carried her down the trail. He carried her, not in his arms, as they do it in books and in the movies. He could not have gone a hundred feet that way. He carried her over his shoulder, like a sack of meal, by one arm and one leg, I regret to say. Any boy scout knows that trick, and will tell you what I mean. It is the most effectual carrying method known, though unromantic.

And so they came to Timberline Cabin, and Albert Edward Cobbins was in the doorway. Heyl put her down gently on the bench that ran alongside the table. The hospitable table that bore two smoking cups of tea.



f.a.n.n.y"s lips were cracked, and the skin was peeled from her nose, and her hair was straggling and her eyes red-rimmed. She drank the tea in great gulps. And then she went into the tiny bunkroom, and tumbled into one of the shelf-bunks, and slept.

When she awoke she sat up in terror, and b.u.mped her head against the bunk above, and called, "Clancy!"

"Yep!" from the next room. He came to the door. The acrid smell of their pipes was incense in her nostrils. "Rested?"

"What time is it?"

"Seven o"clock. Dinner time. Ham and eggs."

She got up stiffly, and bathed her roughened face, and produced a powder pad (they carry them in the face of danger, death, and dissolution) and dusted it over her scaly nose. She did her hair--her vigorous, abundant hair that shone in the lamplight, pulled down her blouse, surveyed her torn shoes ruefully, donned the khaki skirt that Albert Edward had magically produced from somewhere to take the place of her breeches.

She dusted her shoes with a bit of rag, regarded herself steadily in the wavering mirror, and went in.

The two men were talking quietly. Albert Edward was moving deftly from stove to table. They both looked up as she came in, and she looked at Heyl. Their eyes held.

Albert Edward was as sporting a gentleman as the late dear king whose name he bore. He went out to tend Heyl"s horse, he said. It was little he knew of horses, and he rather feared them, as does a sailing man. But he went, nevertheless.

Heyl still looked at f.a.n.n.y, and f.a.n.n.y at him.

"It"s absurd," said f.a.n.n.y. "It"s the kind of thing that doesn"t happen."

"It"s simple enough, really," he answered. "I saw Ella Monahan in Chicago, and she told me all she knew, and something of what she had guessed. I waited a few days and came back. I had to." He smiled. "A pretty job you"ve made of trying to be selfish."

At that she smiled, too, pitifully enough, for her lower lip trembled.

She caught it between her teeth in a last sharp effort at self-control.

"Don"t!" she quavered. And then, in a panic, her two hands came up in a vain effort to hide the tears. She sank down on the rough bench by the table, and the proud head came down on her arms so that there was a little clatter and tinkle among the supper things spread on the table.

Then quiet.

Clarence Heyl stared. He stared, helplessly, as does a man who has never, in all his life, been called upon to comfort a woman in tears.

Then instinct came to his rescue. He made her side of the table in two strides (your favorite film star couldn"t have done it better), put his two hands on her shoulders and neatly shifted the bowed head from the cold, hard surface of the table top to the warm, rough, tobacco-scented comfort of his coat. It rested there quite naturally. Just as naturally f.a.n.n.y"s arm crept up, and about his neck. So they remained for a moment, until he bent so that his lips touched her hair. Her head came up at that, sharply, so that it b.u.mped his chin. They both laughed, looking into each other"s eyes, but at what they saw there they stopped laughing and were serious.

"Dear," said Heyl. "Dearest." The lids drooped over f.a.n.n.y"s eyes. "Look at me," said Heyl. So she tried to lift them again, bravely, and could not. At that he bent his head and kissed f.a.n.n.y Brandeis in the way a woman wants to be kissed for the first time by the man she loves. It hurt her lips, that kiss, and her teeth, and the back of her neck, and it left her breathless, and set things whirling. When she opened her eyes (they shut them at such times) he kissed her again, very tenderly, this time, and lightly, and rea.s.suringly. She returned that kiss, and, strangely enough, it was the one that stayed in her memory long, long after the other had faded.

"Oh, Clancy, I"ve made such a mess of it all. Such a miserable mess.

The little girl in the red tam was worth ten of me. I don"t see how you can--care for me."

"You"re the most wonderful woman in the world," said Heyl, "and the most beautiful and splendid."

He must have meant it, for he was looking down at her as he said it, and we know that the skin had been peeled off her nose by the mountain winds and sun, that her lips were cracked and her cheeks rough, and that she was red-eyed and worn-looking. And she must have believed him, for she brought his cheek down to hers with such a sigh of content, though she said, "But are we at all suited to each other?"

"Probably not," Heyl answered, briskly. "That"s why we"re going to be so terrifically happy. Some day I"ll be pa.s.sing the Singer building, and I"ll glance up at it and think how pitiful it would look next to Long"s Peak. And then I"ll be off, probably, to these mountains."

"Or some day," f.a.n.n.y returned, "we"ll be up here, and I"ll remember, suddenly, how Fifth Avenue looks on a bright afternoon between four and five. And I"ll be off, probably, to the Grand Central station."

And then began one of those beautiful and foolish conversations which all lovers have whose love has been a sure and steady growth. Thus: "When did you first begin to care," etc. And, "That day we spent at the dunes, and you said so and so, did you mean this and that?"

Albert Edward Cobbins announced his approach by terrific stampings and scufflings, ostensibly for the purpose of ridding his boots of snow. He entered looking casual, and very nipped.

"You"re here for the night," he said. "A regular blizzard. The greatest piece of luck I"ve had in a month." He busied himself with the ham and eggs and the teapot. "Hungry?"

"Not a bit," said f.a.n.n.y and Heyl, together.

"H"m," said Albert Edward, and broke six eggs into the frying pan just the same.

After supper they aided Albert Edward in the process of washing up. When everything was tidy he lighted his most malignant pipe and told them seafaring yarns not necessarily true. Then he knocked the ashes out of his pipe and fell asleep there by the fire, effacing himself as effectually as one of three people can in a single room. They talked; low-toned murmurings that they seemed to find exquisitely meaningful or witty, by turn. f.a.n.n.y, rubbing a forefinger (his) along her weather-roughened nose, would say, "At least you"ve seen me at my worst."

Or he, mock serious: "I think I ought to tell you that I"m the kind of man who throws wet towels into the laundry hamper."

But there was no mirth in f.a.n.n.y"s voice when she said, "Dear, do you think Lasker will give me that job? You know he said, "When you want a job, come back." Do you think he meant it?"

"Lasker always means it."

"But," fearfully, and shyly, too, "you don"t think I may have lost my drawing hand and my seeing eye, do you? As punishment?"

"I do not. I think you"ve just found them, for keeps. There wasn"t a woman cartoonist in the country--or man, either, for that matter--could touch you two years ago. In two more I"ll be just f.a.n.n.y Brandeis"

husband, that"s all."

They laughed together at that, so that Albert Edward Cobbins awoke with a start and tried to look as if he had not been asleep, and failing, smiled benignly and drowsily upon them.

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