It was the "we" in this sentence which thrilled. If she had bade him put his neck in front of the handsaw just then Jed would have obeyed, and smilingly have pulled the lever which set the machine in motion. But the question, nevertheless, was a staggerer.
"W-e-e-ll," he admitted, "I--I hardly know what to say, I will give in. To be right down honest--and the Lord knows I hate to say it-- it wouldn"t do for a minute to let those two young folks get engaged--to say nothin" of gettin" married--with this thing between "em. It wouldn"t be fair to her, nor to Sam--no, nor to him or you, either. You see that, don"t you?" he begged. "You know I don"t say it for any reason but just--just for the best interests of all hands. You know that, don"t you--Ruth?"
"Of course, of course. But what then?"
"I don"t really know what then. Seems to me the very first thing would be for you to speak to him, put the question right up to him, same as he"s been puttin" it to himself all this time. Get him to talk it over with you. And then--well, then--"
"Yes?"
"Oh, I don"t know! I declare I don"t."
"Suppose he tells me he means to marry her in spite of everything?
Suppose he won"t listen to me at all?"
That possibility had been in Jed"s mind from the beginning, but he refused to consider it.
"He will listen," he declared, stoutly. "He always has, hasn"t he?"
"Yes, yes, I suppose he has. He listened to me when I persuaded him that coming here and hiding all--all that happened was the right thing to do. And now see what has come of it! And it is all my fault. Oh, I have been so selfish!"
"Sshh! sshh! You ain"t; you couldn"t be if you tried. And, besides, I was as much to blame as you. I agreed that "twas the best thing to do."
"Oh," reproachfully, "how can you say that? You know you were opposed to it always. You only say it because you think it will comfort me. It isn"t true."
"Eh? Now--now, don"t talk so. Please don"t. If you keep on talkin" that way I"ll do somethin" desperate, start to make a johnny cake out of sawdust, same as I did yesterday mornin", or somethin" else crazy."
"Jed!"
"It"s true, that about the johnny cake. I came pretty nigh doin"
that very thing. I bought a five-pound bag of corn meal yesterday and fetched it home from the store all done up in a nice neat bundle. Comin" through the shop here I had it under my arm, and-- hum--er--well, to anybody else it couldn"t have happened, but, bein" Jed Shavin"s Winslow, I was luggin" the thing with the top of the bag underneath. I got about abreast of the lathe there when the string came off and in less"n two thirds of a shake all I had under my arm was the bag; the meal was on the floor--what wasn"t in my coat pocket and stuck to my clothes and so on. I fetched the water bucket and started to salvage what I could of the cargo.
Pretty soon I had, as nigh as I could reckon it, about fourteen pound out of the five scooped up and in the bucket. I begun to think the miracle of loaves and fishes was comin" to pa.s.s again. I was some shy on fish, but I was makin" up on loaves. Then I sort of looked matters over and found what I had in the bucket was about one pound of meal to seven of sawdust. Then I gave it up. Seemed to me the stuff might be more fillin" than nourishin"."
Ruth smiled faintly. Then she shook her head.
"Oh, Jed," she said, "you"re as transparent as a windowpane. Thank you, though. If anything could cheer me up and help me to forget I think you could."
Jed looked repentant. "I"d no business to tell you all that rigamarole," he said. "I"m sorry. I"m always doin" the wrong thing, seems so. But," he added, earnestly, "I don"t want you to worry too much about your brother--er--Ruth. It"s goin" to come out all right, I know it. G.o.d won"t let it come out any other way."
She had never heard him speak in just that way before and she looked at him in surprise.
"And yet G.o.d permits many things that seem entirely wrong to us humans," she said.
"I know. Things like the Kaiser, for instance. Well, never mind; this one"s goin" to come out all right. I feel it in my bones.
And," with a return of his whimsical drawl, "I may be short on brains, but a blind man could see they never skimped me when they pa.s.sed out the bones."
She looked at him a moment. Then, suddenly leaning forward, she put her hand upon his big red one as it lay upon the bench.
"Jed," she said, earnestly, "what should I do without you? You are my one present help in time of trouble. I wonder if you know what you have come to mean to me."
It was an impulsive speech, made from the heart, and without thought of phrasing or that any meaning other than that intended could be read into it. A moment later, and without waiting for an answer, she hurried from the shop.
"I must go," she said. "I shall think over your advice, Jed, and I will let you know what I decide to do. Thank you ever and ever so much."
Jed scarcely heard her. After she had gone, he sat perfectly still by the bench for a long period, gazing absently at the bare wall of the shop and thinking strange thoughts. After a time he rose and, walking into the little sitting-room, sat down beside the ugly little oak writing table he had bought at a second-hand sale and opened the upper drawer.
Weeks before, Ruth, yielding to Babbie"s urgent appeal, had accompanied the latter to the studio of the local photographer and there they had been photographed, together, and separately. The results, although not artistic triumphs, being most inexpensive, had been rather successful as likenesses. Babbie had come trotting in to show Jed the proofs. A day or so later he found one of the said proofs on the shop floor where the little girl had dropped it.
It happened to be a photograph of Ruth, sitting alone.
And then Jed Winslow did what was perhaps the first dishonest thing he had ever done. He put that proof in the drawer of the oak writing table and said nothing of his having found it. Later he made a wooden frame for it and covered it with gla.s.s. It faded and turned black as all proofs do, but still Jed kept it in the drawer and often, very often, opened that drawer and looked at it. Now he looked at it for a long, long time and when he rose to go back to the shop there was in his mind, along with the dream that had been there for days and weeks, for the first time the faintest dawning of a hope. Ruth"s impulsive speech, hastily and unthinkingly made, was repeating itself over and over in his brain. "I wonder if you know what you have come to mean to me?" What had he come to mean to her?
An hour later, as he sat at his bench, Captain Hunniwell came banging in once more. But this time the captain looked troubled.
"Jed," he asked, anxiously, "have you found anything here since I went out?"
Jed looked up.
"Eh?" he asked, absently. "Found? What have you found, Sam?"
"I? I haven"t found anything. I"ve lost four hundred dollars, though. You haven"t found it, have you?"
Still Jed did not appear to comprehend. He had been wandering the rose-bordered paths of fairyland and was not eager to come back to earth.
"Eh?" he drawled. "You"ve--what?"
His friend"s peppery temper broke loose.
"For thunder sakes wake up!" he roared. "I tell you I"ve lost four hundred dollars of the fourteen hundred I told you I collected from Sylvester Sage over to Wapatomac this mornin". I had three packages of bills, two of five hundred dollars each and one of four hundred. The two five hundred packages were in the inside pocket of my overcoat where I put "em. But the four hundred one"s gone.
What I want to know is, did it drop out when I took off my coat here in the shop? Do you get that through your head, finally?"
It had gotten through. Jed now looked as troubled as his friend.
He rose hastily and went over to the pile of boards upon which Captain Sam had thrown his coat upon entering the shop on his previous visit that day. Together they searched, painstakingly and at length. The captain was the first to give up.
""Tain"t here," he snapped. "I didn"t think "twas. Where in time is it? That"s what I want to know."
Jed rubbed his chin.
"Are you sure you had it when you left Wapatomac?" he asked.
"Sure? No, I ain"t sure of anything. But I"d have sworn I did.
The money was on the table along with my hat and gloves. I picked it up and shoved it in my overcoat pocket. And that was a darned careless place to put it, too," he added, testily. "I"d have given any feller that worked for me the devil for doin" such a thing."
Jed nodded, sympathetically. "But you might have left it there to Sylvester"s," he said. "Have you thought of telephonin" to find out?"
"Have I thought? Tut, tut, tut! Do you think I"ve got a head like a six-year-old young-one--or you? Course I"ve thought--and "phoned, too. But it didn"t do me any good. Sylvester"s house is shut up and the old man"s gone to Boston, so the postmaster told me when I "phoned and asked him. Won"t be back for a couple of days, anyhow. I remember he told me he was goin"!"
"Sho, sho! that"s too bad."
"Bad enough, but I don"t think it makes any real difference. I swear I had that money when I left Sage"s. I came in here and then I went straight to the bank."