"Get up, Katie, and stop that howling!" d.i.c.ky spoke sternly. "Do you want to get my mother down here? Go upstairs at once and prepare Mrs.
Graham"s bed for her. I will carry her up directly. Are you all right now, Madge?"
His tone was anxious, but there was a note of constraint in it, which I understood even through the returning anguish at d.i.c.ky"s terrible news, which was possessing me with returning consciousness.
He believed that my feeling for my brother-cousin, Jack Bickett, was a deeper one than that which I had always professed, a sisterly love for the only near relative I had in the world. This was the reason for his sudden, pa.s.sionate embrace of me when he entered the house, his demand that I tell him I loved him better than anybody in the world or out of it.
He had been jealous of Jack living, he would still be jealous of him dead! But as the realization again swept over me that Jack, steadfast, manly Jack, the only near relative I had, was no longer in the same world with me, that never again would I see his kind eyes, hear his deep, earnest voice, all thoughts of anything else but my loss fled from me, and I gave a little moan.
I felt d.i.c.ky"s arm which was around my shoulders shrink away instinctively, then tighten again. He turned my face against his shoulder, and, gathering me in his arms, lifted me from the couch.
"Oh, d.i.c.ky, I am sure I can walk," I protested faintly.
He stopped and looked at me fixedly.
"Don"t you want my arms around you?" he asked, and there was that in his voice which made me answer hastily:
"Of course I do, but I am afraid I am too heavy."
"Let me be the judge of that," he returned sternly, and forthwith carried me up the stairs, down the hall, and laid me on the bed in my own room.
"Now you must get that wet gown off," he said practically. "Katie emptied nearly a gallon of water over you in her fright."
He smiled constrainedly, and I made a brave effort to return the smile, but I could not accomplish it. Indeed, I was glad to be able to keep back the tears, which I knew instinctively would hurt him.
He undressed me as tenderly as a woman could have done, and, wrapping a warm bathrobe over my nightdress, for I was shivering as if from a chill, tucked me in between the blankets of my bed. Then he drew a chair to the bedside and sat down.
"Are you sure you are all right now?" he asked. "Your color is coming back."
"Perfectly sure," I returned, "and I am so sorry to have made you so much trouble."
"Don"t say that," he returned, a trifle sharply. "It is so meaningless. Try to sleep a little, can"t you?"
"Not yet, d.i.c.ky," I returned. "I am feeling much better, however. Of course, the shock was terrible at first, for, as you know, Jack was the only brother I ever knew. But I am all right now and I want you to tell me how you learned the news."
"Mrs. Stewart telephoned to me," he said. "It seems your cousin gave her as the "next of kin," to be notified in case of his death, and she received the notice this morning. There was nothing but the usual official notification."
I caught my breath, stifling the moan that rose to my lips. Somewhere in France lay buried the tenderest heart, the manliest man G.o.d ever put into the world. And I had sent him to his death. Despite the comforting a.s.surance Jack had written me, just before his departure for France, that his discovery of my marriage, with the consequent blasting of the hope he had cherished for years, had not been the cause of his sailing, I knew he would never have left me if I had not been married.
I think d.i.c.ky must have read my thoughts in my face, for, after a moment, he said gently, yet with a tenseness which told me he was putting a rigid control over his voice:
"You must not blame yourself so harshly. Your cousin would probably have gone to the war even if--circ.u.mstances had been different."
There was that in d.i.c.ky"s voice and eyes which told me that he, too, was suffering. I gathered my strength together, made a supreme effort to put the sorrow and remorse I felt behind me until I could be alone.
I knew that I must strive at once to eradicate the false impression my husband had gained as a result of my reception of the news of my brother-cousin"s death.
So I forced my lips to words which, while not utterly false, yet did not at all reveal the truth of what I was feeling.
"I know that, d.i.c.ky," I returned, and I tried to hold my voice to a conversational tone. "He went with his dearest friend, a Frenchman, you know. I had nothing to do with his going. It isn"t that which makes me feel as I do. It is because his death brings back my mother"s so plainly. He was always so good to her, and she loved him so much."
d.i.c.ky bent his face so quickly to mine that I could not catch his expression. He kissed me tenderly, and, kneeling down by the side of the bed, gathered my head up against his shoulder.
"Cry it all out, if you want to, sweetheart," he said, and I fancied the tension was gone from his voice. "It will do you good."
So, "cry it out" I did, against the blessed shelter of my husband"s shoulder. And the tears seemed to wash away all the shock of the news I had, heard, all the bitter, morbid remorse I had felt, all the secret wonder as to whether I might have loved and married my brother-cousin if d.i.c.ky had not come into my life. There was left only a sane, sisterly sorrow for a loved brother"s death, and a tremendous surge of love for my husband, and grat.i.tude for his tenderness.
"Try to sleep if you can," he said.
I tried to obey his injunction, but I could not. I could see the hands of my little bedroom clock, and after the longest quarter of an hour I had ever known I turned restlessly on my pillow.
"It"s no use, d.i.c.ky," I said, "I cannot go to sleep. I would rather talk. Tell me, did Mrs. Stewart"s voice sound as if she were much upset? She is an old woman, you know, and she was very fond of Jack."
d.i.c.ky hesitated, and a curious, intent expression came into his eyes.
"Yes, I think she was pretty well broken up," he answered, "but the thing about which she seemed most anxious was that you should not lose any time in attending to the property your cousin left. I believe he wrote you concerning his disposition of it before he sailed."
I looked up, startled. d.i.c.ky"s words brought something to my mind that I had completely forgotten. I was the heiress to all that Jack possessed, not great wealth, it is true, but enough to insure me a modest competence for the rest of my life.
"Do you object to my taking this money, d.i.c.ky?" I asked, and my voice was tense with emotion.
"Object!" the words came from d.i.c.ky"s mouth explosively, then he jumped to his feet and paced up and down the room rapidly for a moment or two, his jaw set, his eyes stern. When he stopped by the bed he had evidently recovered his hold on himself, but his words came quickly, jerkily, almost as if he were afraid to trust himself to speak.
"You are in no condition to discuss this tonight," he said, dropping his hand on my hair, "we will speak of it again tomorrow, when you have somewhat recovered. Now you must try to go to sleep. I shall have to call a physician if you don"t."
I lay awake for hours, debating the problem which had come to me. I saw clearly that d.i.c.ky did not wish me to take this bequest of Jack"s.
Indeed, I knew that he expected me to refuse it, and that he would be bitterly disappointed if I did not do so.
My heart was hot with rebellion. It seemed like a profanation of Jack"s last wish, like hurling a gift into the face of the dead, to do as d.i.c.ky wished.
And yet--d.i.c.ky was my husband. I had sworn to love and honor him. I knew that he felt sincerely, however wrongly, that my acceptance of Jack"s gift would be a direct slap at him. I felt as if my heart were being torn in two, with my desire to do justice both to the living and the dead. It was not until nearly daylight that the solution of my problem came to me. Then I fell asleep, exhausted, and did not awaken until d.i.c.ky came into the room, dressed for the journey which he took daily to the city.
"I wouldn"t disturb you, sweetheart," he said, "only it"s time for me to go in to the studio, and I did not want to leave you without knowing how you are."
"Oh, have I slept so late?" I returned, contritely, springing up in bed.
d.i.c.ky put me back with a firm hand.
"Lie still," he commanded, gently. "Katie will bring you up some breakfast shortly, and there is no need of your getting up for hours."
He bent down to kiss me good-by. There was a restraint in both his voice and his caress that told me he was still thinking of the conversation of the night before. I put my arms about his neck and drew his face down to mine.
"Sweetheart," I whispered, "I want to tell you what I"ve decided about Jack"s property."
"Not now," d.i.c.ky interrupted hurriedly.
"Yes, now," I returned decidedly. "I am going to accept it"--I gripped his hands firmly as I felt them drawing away from mine, "but I am not going to use any of it for myself. I will see that it all goes to the orphaned kiddies of the soldiers with whom Jack fought."
d.i.c.ky started, looked at me a bit wildly, then stooped, and, gathering me to him convulsively, pressed a long, tender kiss upon my lips.