The doctor"s heart was tender, and he was swift to respond, reaching forth and grasping the hand nearest him. He had made love before, yet somehow this was different; he felt half afraid of this woman, and it was a new sensation altogether, and not unpleasant.
"I saw her often enough in those days, but not since. She was frequently in camp, a very sweet-faced woman; you have her eyes and hair, as I remember. Waite ought to have recognized you at first sight. By Heavens!
that was what made me so internally mad, the mulish obstinacy of the old fool. Your mother used to come to the hospital tent, too; one of the best nurses I ever saw. I thought she was a beauty then, but she"s some older by this time," he paused regretfully. "You see, I"m no spring chicken, myself."
Her eyes were upon his face, a slight flush showing in either cheek, and she made no effort to withdraw her imprisoned hand.
"You are just a nice age," with firm conviction. "Boys are tiresome, and I think a little gray in the hair is an improvement. Oh, you mustn"t imagine I say this just to please you--I have always thought so, since--well, since I grew up. Besides, fleshy men generally look young, because they are so good natured, perhaps. How old are you, Doctor?"
"It isn"t the gray hairs I mind, either," he admitted hesitatingly, "but I"m too darned bald-headed. Oh, I ain"t so old, for I was only thirty-five when the war broke out. I was so thin then I could hardly cast a shadow. I"ve changed some since," casting his eyes admiringly downward, "and got quite a figure. I was forty-three last month."
"That isn"t old; that"s just right."
"I"ve been afraid you looked on me as being an old fogy!"
"I should say not," indignantly. "Why should you ever think that?"
"Well, there were so many young fellows hanging about."
"Who?"
"Oh, Keith, and Hawley, and that bunch of officers from the fort; you never had any time to give me."
She laughed again, her fingers tightening in their clasp on his hand.
"Why, how foolish; Hawley is older than you are, and I was only playing with Keith. Surely you must know that now. And as to the officers, they were just fun. You see, in my profession, one has to be awfully nice to everybody."
"But didn"t you really care for Hawley?" he insisted, bluntly probing for facts.
"He--he interested me," admitted the girl, hesitatingly, her eyes darkening with sudden anger. "He lied and I believed him--I would have believed any one who came with such a story. Oh, Dr. Fairbain," and she clung to him now eagerly, "you cannot realize how hungry I have been for what he brought me. I wanted so to know the truth of my birth. Oh, I hated this life!" She flung her disengaged hand into the air, with a gesture expressive of disgust. "I was crazy to get away from it. That was what made the man look good to me--he--he promised so much. You will believe me, won"t you? Oh, you must; I am going to make you. I am a singer in music halls; I was brought up to that life from a little girl, and of course, I know what you Western men think of us as a cla.s.s.
Hawley showed it in his whole manner toward me, and I resented it; just for that, deep down in my heart, I hated him. I know it now, now that I really understand his purpose; but some way, when I was with him he seemed to fascinate me, to make me do just as he willed. But you have never been that way; you--you have acted as though I was somebody--somebody nice, and not just a music-hall singer. Perhaps it"s just your way, and maybe, deep down you don"t think I"m any better than the others do, but--but I want you to think I am, and I am going to tell you the truth, and you must believe me--I am a good girl."
"Great G.o.d! of course you are," he blurted out. "Don"t you suppose I know? That isn"t what has been bothering me, la.s.sie. Why, I"d "a" fought any buck who"d "a" sneered at you. What I wanted to know was, whether or not you really cared for any of those duffers. Can you tell me that, Christie?"
She lifted her eyes to his face, her lips parted.
"I can answer any thing you ask."
"And you do not care for them?"
"No."
He drew his breath sharply, his round face rosy.
"Then you have got to listen to me, for I"m deadly in earnest. I"m an old, rough, bald-headed fool that don"t know much about women,--I never thought before I"d ever want to,--but you can bet on one thing, I"m square. Anybody in this town will tell you I"m square. They"ll tell you that whatever I say goes. I"ve never run around much with women; somehow I never exactly liked the kind I"ve come up against, and maybe they didn"t feel any particular interest in me. I didn"t cut much shine as a ladies" man, but, I reckon now, it"s only because the right one hadn"t happened along. She is here now, though, all right, and I knew it the very first time I set eyes on her. Oh, you roped and tied me all right the first throw. Maybe I did get you and that half-sister mixed up a bit, but just the same you were the one I really wanted. Hope"s all right; she"s a mighty fine girl, but you are the one for me, Christie.
Could you--could you care for such a duffer as I am?"
Her lips were smiling and so were her eyes, but it was a pleading smile.
"I--I don"t think it would be so very hard," she admitted, "not if you really wanted me to."
"You know what I mean--that I love you,--wish you to be my wife?"
"I supposed that was it--that--that you wanted me."
"Yes, and--and you will love me?"
Her head drooped slowly, so slowly he did not realize the significance of the action, until her lips touched his hand.
"I do," she said; "you are the best man in the world."
Fairbain could not move, could not seem to realize what it all meant.
The outcome had been so sudden, so surprising, that all power of expression deserted him. In bewilderment he lifted her face, and looked into her eyes. Perhaps she realized--with the swift intuition of a clever woman--the man"s perplexity, for instantly she led his mind to other things.
"But let us not talk of ourselves any more, to-night. There is so much I wish to know; so much that ought to be done." She sprang to her feet.
"Why, it is almost shameful for us to stay here, selfishly happy, while others are in such trouble. Have they discovered Hope?"
"No; we scoured the whole town and found no trace. Now they are outside on the prairie, but there can be little chance of their picking up a trail before daylight."
"And Hawley?"
"He has vanished also; without doubt they are together. What do you suppose he can want of her? How do you imagine he ever got her to go with him? She isn"t that sort of a girl."
She shook her head, shivering a little.
"He must have mistaken her for me--perhaps has not even yet discovered his mistake. But what it all means, or how he gained her consent to go with him, I cannot conceive."
She stood with hands clasped, staring out the window.
"There is a little light showing already," she exclaimed, pointing.
"See, yonder. Oh, I trust they will find her alive, and unhurt. That man, I believe, is capable of any crime. But couldn"t you be of some help? Why should you remain here with me? I am in no danger."
"You really wish me to go, Christie?"
"Not that way--not that way," and she turned impulsively, with hands outstretched. "Of course I want you here with me, but I want you to help bring Hope back."
He drew her to him, supremely happy now, every feeling of embarra.s.sment lost in complete certainty of possession.
"And I will," he said solemnly. "Wherever they may have gone I shall follow. I am going now, dear, and when I come back you"ll be glad to see me?"
"Shall I?" her eyes uplifted to his own, and swimming in tears. "I will be the happiest girl in all the world, I reckon. Oh, what a night this has been! What a wonderful night! It has given me a name, a mother, and the man I love."
He kissed her, not in pa.s.sion, but in simple tenderness, and as he turned away she sank upon her knees at the window, with head bowed upon the sill. At the door he paused, and looked back, and she turned, and smiled at him. Then he went out, and she knelt there silently, gazing forth into the dawn, her eyes blurred with tears--facing a new day, and a new life.
Chapter x.x.xIII. Following the Trail