Mary-'Gusta

Chapter 67

And then the voice behind her said: "Mary."

She turned now--turned, looked, and rose to her feet. Her face went white, then flushed red, and then paled again.

"Oh!" she gasped.

Crawford Smith was standing there. His light overcoat--it was not a raincoat--dripped water; so did the hat in his hand. He stood there and looked--and dripped.

"Mary," he said again.



She caught her breath, almost with a sob.

"You!" she exclaimed. "YOU! Oh, how could you? WHY did you come?"

He took a step toward her. "Because I felt that I must," he said. "I had to come. I came to see you once more. You must forgive me."

She did not speak. He continued:

"You must forgive me for coming," he said again. "There was a question I had to ask and only you could answer it. It isn"t the question I asked before, although perhaps that--But first I must tell you: Mary, my father is dead."

She nodded. She could scarcely trust herself to speak, but she tried.

"Yes, yes," she faltered. "I--I know."

"You know?" he repeated.

"Yes, Mr. Keith told us this morning. He said he met you in Boston."

"Yes, I had forgotten; so he did."

"That is how I knew. Oh, Crawford, I am so sorry for you. I have been writing you. But WHY did you come here again? It--it makes it so much harder for--for both of us."

He did not answer the question. "You knew my father was dead," he said again. "I wonder"--he was speaking slowly and his gaze was fixed upon her face--"I wonder how much more you know."

She started back. "How much--" she repeated, "How much more--Oh, what do you mean?"

"I mean how much did you know about my father when you and I were together--when I came on here and asked you to marry me?"

She put a hand to her throat. "Oh!" she cried breathlessly. "YOU know!

He told you!"

"Yes, Mary, he told me. Before he died he told me everything. And you knew it! I know now why you would not marry me--the son of a thief."

She looked at him in pained astonishment. The tears sprang to her eyes.

"Oh, how can you!" she exclaimed. "How can you say that to me? How can you think it? As if that would make any difference! I learned your father"s name and--and what he had done--by accident. It was only the night before you came. It would have made no difference to me. For myself I didn"t care--but--Oh, Crawford, how can you think it was because he was--that?"

His eyes were shining.

"I don"t think it," he cried triumphantly. "I never have thought it, Mary. I believe--ever since I knew, I have dared to believe that you sent me away because you were trying to save me from disgrace. You had learned who and what my father had been and I did not know. And you feared that if you married me the secret might come out and I would be ashamed, my career would be spoiled, and all that. I have dared to believe this and that is why I came back to you--to ask if it was true.

Can"t you see? I HAD to come. IS it true, Mary?"

He came toward her. She would have run away if she could, but there was nowhere to run.

"Look at me, Mary," he commanded. "Look at me, and tell me this: It wasn"t because you didn"t love me that you sent me away? It wasn"t really that, was it? Tell me the truth. Look at me now, and tell me."

She tried to look and she tried to speak, but her glance faltered and fell before his and the words would not come. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. She put up her hands in mute protest, but the protest was unavailing. His arms were about her, his kisses were upon her lips, and he was telling her the things which are told in times like these. And she struggled no longer, but permitted herself to listen, to believe, to accept, and to be swept away by the wonderful current of love and destiny against which she had fought so long.

But the struggle was not entirely over. She made one more effort.

"Oh, Crawford!" she cried a little later. "Oh, Crawford, dear, this is all wrong. It can"t be. It mustn"t be. Don"t you see it mustn"t? We have forgotten Uncle Zoeth. He doesn"t know whose son you are. If he should learn, it would bring back the old story and the old trouble. He isn"t well. The shock might kill him."

But Crawford merely smiled.

"He does know, Mary," he said. "Father wrote him. I shall tell you the whole story just as Dad told it to me. Heaven knows it was not a pleasant one for a son to hear, but I am glad I heard it. The past was bad, but it is past. You and I have the future for our own and I mean to make it a clean one and a happy one for us both, G.o.d willing."

Shadrach came up the path to the tea-house, leading Isaiah by the arm.

Mr. Chase moved reluctantly, as if led to execution or, at the very least, to immediate trial for his life.

"Now then," commanded Shadrach, "furl that umbrella and come along in here with me. I want you to make Mary-"Gusta understand that you"ve told me the whole business, about your tellin" her the Ed Farmer yarn and all. After that you can clear out, because I want to talk to her myself."

He opened the door and, still holding his captive by the arm, strode into the parlor. There he stood stock still, staring.

Crawford held out his hand and the Captain found himself shaking it warmly.

"Captain Gould," he said, "I know now what I did not know until two weeks ago, how greatly my father wronged you and your partners. I know the whole miserable story. But, in spite of it, I am here because I love Mary and I want to marry her. She has told me that she loves me. I don"t know how you feel about it, but I hope--"

The Captain interrupted. "Wait a minute!" he ordered. "Heave to and come up into the wind a minute; let me get my bearin"s. Young feller, if you"re goin" to drop down out of the skies unexpected like this, you--Tut! tut! tut! Whew!" He waited a moment, then he said:

"Mary-"Gusta, come here."

He held out his arms. She came to him and he held her close.

"Is it so?" he asked. "Do you care for this young feller enough for that? Do you, Mary-"Gusta?"

He put his finger beneath her chin and lifted her head to look down into her face. The face was crimson.

"Do you, Mary-"Gusta?" he asked.

Mary looked up, wet-eyed but smiling.

"Yes, Uncle Shad," she said, "I think I do."

"And you want to cruise in his company all your life, eh?"

"Yes, Uncle Shad; but not unless you and Uncle Zoeth are willing."

He bent and kissed her.

"Bless your heart, dearie," he said, "it"s all right. Zoeth and me were talkin" about this very thing a little while ago. And do you know what he said? He said: "What wrecked all our lives thirty-five year ago shan"t wreck these two, if I can help it. If Mary-"Gusta cares for him and he for her they shall have each other and be happy. And we"ll be happy watchin" their happiness." That"s what he said. I don"t know"s I said "Amen" exactly, but I thought it, anyhow. G.o.d bless you, Mary-"Gusta. Now you and Crawford go and see your Uncle Zoeth. He"s down at the house. You just run along and tell him about it."

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