As if by magic, the words within showed through; and by frequent applications of the liquid the engrossed Jimmy deciphered the following:
--like the moan of the sea in my heart, and it will not be still.
Heart, body, and soul will call to you, Ruth, so long as the breath is in my body. I have not the courage to be your friend.
I swear, with all the strength I have left, never to see you nor write you again. G.o.d bless you, my--
A noise at the window brought Jimmy to the surface. It was Annette Fenton, and she seemed nervous and excited.
"Mercy, Jimmy! What"s the m-matter? You looked like you were caught eating doughnuts in study hour. What a funny smell! Say, Jimmy; don"t you want to do something for me?"
Jimmy had spent his entire youth in urging her to accept everything that was his, and he hailed this as a good omen.
"I have a l-letter here for dad," she went on, fidgeting about uneasily and watching the door. "I don"t want him to g-get it until after the last train goes to-night. Will you see that he d-doesn"t get it before nine o"clock?"
Jimmy took the letter and looked blankly from it to Annette.
"Why, it"s from you!"
"What if it is, you b-b.o.o.by?" she cried sharply; then she changed her tactics and looked up appealingly through the little square window.
"Oh, Jimmy, do help me out! That"s a d-dear! I"m in no end of a sc.r.a.pe. You"ll do as I ask, now w-w-won"t you?"
Jimmy surrendered on the spot.
"Now," said Annette, greatly relieved, "find out what time the d-down train starts, and if it"s on time."
"It ought to start at three," reported Jimmy after consulting the telegraph operator. "It"s an hour late on account of the snow.
Expecting somebody?"
She shook her head.
"Going to the city yourself?"
"Of course not. Whatever made you think that?" she cried with unnecessary vehemence. Then, changing the subject abruptly, she added: "G-guess who has come home?"
"Who?" cried Jimmy, with palpitating ears.
"Sandy Kilday. You never saw anybody look so g-grand. He"s gotten to be a regular swell, and he walks like this."
Annette held her umbrella horizontally, squared her shoulders, and swung bravely across the room.
"Sandy Kilday?" gasped Jimmy, with a clutch at the letter in his pocket. "Where"s he at?"
"He"s trying to get up from the d-depot. He has been an hour coming two squares. Everybody has stopped him, from Mr. Moseley on down to the b-blacksmith"s twins."
"Is he coming this way?" asked Jimmy, wild-eyed and anxious.
Annette stepped to the window.
"Yes; they are crossing the street now." She opened the sash and, s.n.a.t.c.hing a handful of snow, rolled it into a ball, which she sailed out of the window. It was promptly answered by one from below, which whirled past her and shattered itself against the wall.
"Dare, dare, double dare!" she called as she flung handfuls of loose snow from the window-ledge. A quick volley of b.a.l.l.s followed, then the door burst open. Sandy and Ruth Nelson stood laughing on the threshold.
"h.e.l.lo, partner!" sang out Sandy to Jimmy. "Still at the old work, I see! Do you mind how you taught me to count the change when I first sold stamps?"
Jimmy tried to smile, but his effort was a failure. The interesting tangle of facts and circ.u.mstances faded from his mind, and he resorted instinctively to nature"s first law. With an agitated countenance, he sought self-preservation by waving Sandy"s letter behind him in a frantic effort to banish, if possible, the odor of his guilt.
Sandy stayed at the door with Annette, but Ruth came to the window and asked for her mail. When she smiled at the contrite Jimmy she scattered the few remaining ideas that lingered in his brain. With crimson face and averted eyes, he handed her the letter, forgetting that telegrams existed.
He saw her send a quick, puzzled glance from the letter to Sandy; he saw her turn away from the door and tear open the envelop; then, to his everlasting credit, he saw no more.
When he ventured forth from behind his desk the office was empty. He made a cautious survey of the premises; then, opening a back window, he seized a small bottle by the neck and hurled it savagely against the brick wall opposite.
CHAPTER XX
THE IRONY OF CHANCE
The snow, which had begun as an insignificant flurry in the morning, developed into a storm by afternoon.
Four miles from town, in a dreary stretch of country, a dejected-looking object tramped along the railroad-track. His hat was pulled over his eyes and his hands were thrust in his pockets. Now and again he stopped, listened, and looked at his watch.
It was Sandy Kilday, and he was waiting for the freight-train with the fixed intention of committing suicide.
The complications arising from Jimmy Reed"s indiscretion had resulted disastrously. When Sandy found that Ruth had read his letter, his common sense took flight. Instead of a supplicant, he became an invader, and stormed the citadel with such hot-headed pa.s.sion and fervor that Ruth fled in affright to the innermost chamber of her maidenhood, and there, barred and barricaded, withstood the siege.
His one desire in life now was to quit it. He felt as if he had read his death-warrant, and it was useless ever again to open his eyes on this gray, impossible world.
He did not know how far he had come. Everything about him was strange and unfriendly: the woods had turned to gaunt and gloomy skeletons that shivered and moaned in the wind; the sunny fields of ragweed were covered with a pall; and the river--his dancing, singing river--was a black and sullen stream that closed remorselessly over the dying snowflakes. His woods, his fields, his river,--they knew him not; he stared at them blankly and they stared back at him.
A rabbit, frightened at his approach, jumped out of the bushes and went bounding down the track ahead of him. The sight of the round little cottontail leaping from tie to tie brought a momentary diversion; but he did not want to be diverted.
With an effort he came back to his stern purpose. He forced himself to face the facts and the future. What did it matter if he was only twenty-one, with his life before him? What satisfaction was it to have won first honors at the university? There was but one thing in the world that made life worth living, and that was denied him. Perhaps after he was gone she would love him.
This thought brought remarkable consolation. He pictured to himself her remorse when she heard the tragic news. He attended in spirit his own funeral, and even saw her tears fall upon his still face.
Meanwhile he listened impatiently for the train.
Instead of the distant rumble of the cars, he heard on the road below the sound of a horse"s hoofs, quickly followed by voices. Slipping behind the embankment, he waited for the vehicle to pa.s.s. The horse was evidently walking, and the voices came to him distinctly.
"I"m not a coward--any s-such thing! We oughtn"t to have c-come, in the first place. I can"t go with you. Please turn round, C-Carter,--please!"
There was no mistaking that high, childlike voice, with its faltering speech.
Sandy"s gloomy frown narrowed to a scowl. What business had Annette out there in the storm? Where was she going with Carter Nelson?
He quickened his steps to keep within sight of the slow-moving buggy.