She started up. "In a minute!" she muttered, nervously.
And somehow, with Jeb"s eyes on her from the doorway, she got the evil-smelling messes from the stove into table dishes from the shelves and then on the table, where the flies descended upon them in troops of scores and hundreds. Jeb, in his shirt sleeves now, sat down and fell to. She sat opposite him, her hands in her lap. He used his knife in preference to his fork, leaping the blade high, packing the food firmly upon it with fork or fingers, then thrusting it into his mouth. He ate voraciously, smacking his lips, breathing hard, now and then eructing with frank energy and satisfaction.
"My stummick"s ga.s.sy right smart this year," he observed after a huge gulp of coffee. "Some says the heavy rains last spring put gas into everything, but I dunno. Maybe it"s Keziah"s cooking. I hope you"ll do better. Why, you ain"t eatin" nothin"!"
"I"m not hungry," said Susan. Then, as he frowned suspiciously, "I had a late breakfast."
He laughed. "And the marrying, too," he suggested with a flirtatious nod and wink. "Women"s always upset by them kind of things."
When he had filled himself he pushed his chair back. "I"ll set with you while you wash up," said he. "But you"d better take off them Sunday duds. You"ll find some calikers that belonged to maw in a box under the bed in our room." He laughed and winked at her.
"That"s the one on t"other side of the settin"-room. Yes--that"s our"n!" And he winked again.
The girl, ghastly white, her great eyes staring like a sleepwalker"s, rose and stood resting one hand on the back of the chair to steady her.
Jeb drew a cigar from his waistcoat pocket and lighted it.
"Usually," said he, "I take a pipe or a chaw. But this bein" a weddin" day----"
He laughed and winked again, rose, took her in his arms and kissed her. She made a feeble gesture of thrusting him away. Her head reeled, her stomach turned.
She got away as soon as he would release her, crossed the sitting-room and entered the tiny dingy bedroom. The windows were down and the bed had not yet been made. The odor was nauseating--the staleness left by a not too clean sleeper who abhors fresh air. Susan saw the box under the bed, knelt to draw it out. But instead she buried her face in her hands, burst into wild sobs. "Oh, G.o.d," she prayed, "stop punishing me. I didn"t mean to do wrong--and I"m sure my mother didn"t, either. Stop, for Thy Son"s sake, amen." Now surely she would wake. G.o.d must answer that prayer. She dared not take her palms from her eyes.
Suddenly she felt herself caught from behind. She gave a wild scream and sprang up.
Jeb was looking at her with eyes that filled her with a fear more awful than the fear of death. "Don"t!" she cried. "Don"t!"
"Never mind, hon," said he in a voice that was terrible just because it was soft. "It"s only your husband. My, but you"re purty!" And he seized her. She fought. He crushed her. He kissed her with great s...o...b..ring smacks and gnawed at the flesh of her neck with teeth that craved to bite.
"Oh, Mr. Ferguson, for pity"s sake!" she wailed. Then she opened her mouth wide as one gasping for breath where there is no air; and pushing at him with all her strength she vented a series of maniac shrieks.
CHAPTER X
LATE that afternoon Jeb returned to the house after several hours of uneasy, aimless pottering about at barn and woodshed.
He stumped and stamped around the kitchen, then in the sitting-room, finally he mustered the courage to look into the bedroom, from which he had slunk like a criminal three hours before. There she lay, apparently in the same position. Her waxen color and her absolute stillness added fear to his sense of guilt--a guilt against which he protested, because he felt he had simply done what G.o.d and man expected of him. He stood in the low doorway for some time, stood there peering and craning until his fear grew so great that he could no longer put off ending or confirming it.
"Sleepin"?" said he in a hoa.r.s.e undertone.
She did not reply; she did not move. He could not see that she was breathing.
"It"ll soon be time to git supper," he went on--not because he was thinking of supper but because he was desperately clutching for something that must draw a reply from her--if she could reply.
"Want me to clean up the dinner and put the supper things on?"
She made a feeble effort to rise, sank back again. He drew an audible sigh of relief; at least she was not what her color had suggested.
In fact, she was morbidly conscious. The instant she had heard him at the outer door she had begun to shiver and shake, and not until he moved toward the bedroom door did she become quiet.
Then a calm had come into her nerves and her flesh--the calm that descends upon the brave when the peril actually faces. As he stood there her eyes were closed, but the smell of him--beneath the earthy odor of his clothing the odor of the bodies of those who eat strong, coa.r.s.e food--stole into her nostrils, into her nerves. Her whole body sickened and shrank--for to her now that odor meant marriage--and she would not have believed h.e.l.l contained or Heaven permitted such a thing as was marriage. She understood now why the Bible always talked of man as a vile creature born in sin.
Jeb was stealthily watching her ghastly face, her limp body.
"Feelin" sickish?" he asked.
A slight movement of the head in a.s.sent.
"I kin ride over to Beecamp and fetch Doc Christie."
Another and negative shake of the head, more determined. The pale lips murmured, "No--no, thank you." She was not hating him.
He existed for her only as a symbol, in this hideous dream called life, that was coiled like a snake about her and was befouling her and stinging her to death.
"Don"t you bother "bout supper," said he with gruff, shamefaced generosity. "I"ll look out for myself, this onct."
He withdrew to the kitchen, where she heard him clattering dishes and pans. Daylight waned to twilight, twilight to dusk, to darkness. She did not think; she did not feel, except an occasional dull pang from some bodily bruise. Her soul, her mind, were absolutely numb. Suddenly a radiance beat upon her eyes. All in an instant, before the lifting of her eyelids, soul and body became exquisitely acute; for she thought it was he come again, with a lamp. She looked; it was the moon whose beams struck full in at the uncurtained window and bathed her face in their mild brightness. She closed her eyes again and presently fell asleep--the utter relaxed sleep of a child that is worn out with pain, when nature turns gentle nurse and sets about healing and soothing as only nature can. When she awoke it was with a scream. No, she was not dreaming; there was an odor in the room--his odor, with that of a saloon added to it.
After cooking and eating supper he had taken the jug from its concealment behind the woodbox and had proceeded to cheer his drooped spirits. The more he drank the better content he was with himself, with his conduct, and the clearer became his conviction that the girl was simply playing woman"s familiar game of dainty modesty. A proper game it was too; only a man must not pay attention to it unless he wished his woman to despise him. When this conviction reached the point of action he put away the jug, washed the gla.s.s, ate a liberal mouthful of the left-over stewed onions, as he would not for worlds have his bride catch him tippling. He put out the lamp and went to the bedroom, chuckling to himself like a man about to play a particularly clever and extremely good-humored practical joke.
His preparations for the night were, as always, extremely simple merely a flinging off of his outer clothes and, in summer, his socks. From time to time he cast an admiring amorous glance at the lovely childlike face in the full moonlight. As he was about to stretch himself on the bed beside her he happened to note that she was dressed as when she came. That stylish, Sundayish dress was already too much mussed and wrinkled. He leaned over to wake her with a kiss. It was then that she started up with a scream.
"Oh--oh--my G.o.d!" she exclaimed, pa.s.sing her hand over her brow and staring at him with crazed, anguished eyes.
"It"s jest me," said he. "Thought you"d want to git ready fur bed, like as not."
"No, thank you, no," she stammered, drawing away toward the inner side of the bed. "Please I want to be as I am."
"Now, don"t put on, sweetness," he wheedled. "You know you"re married and "ave got to git used to it."
He laid his hand on her arm. She had intended to obey, since that was the law of G.o.d and man and since in all the world there was no other place for her, nameless and outcast. But at his touch she clenched her teeth, cried:
"No--Mr. Ferguson--please--_please_ let me be."
"Now, hon," he pleaded, seizing her with strong gentleness.
"There ain"t no call to be skittish. We"re married, you know."
She wrenched herself free. He seized her again. "What"s the use of puttin" on? I know all about you. You little no-name," he cursed, when her teeth sank into his hand. For an instant, at that reminder of her degradation, her indelible shame that made her of the low and the vile, she collapsed in weakness. Then with new and fierce strength she fought again. When she had exhausted herself utterly she relaxed, fell to sobbing and moaning, feebly trying to shelter her face from his gluttonous and odorous kisses. And upon the scene the moon shone in all that beauty which from time immemorial has filled the hearts of lovers with ecstasy and of devotees with prayer.
They lay quietly side by side; he fell into a profound sleep. He was full upon his back, his broad chest heaving in the gray cotton undershirt, his mouth wide open with its upper fringe of hair in disarray and agitated by his breath. Soon he began to snore, a deafening clamor that set some loose object in the dark part of the room to vibrating with a tapping sound. Susan stealthily raised herself upon her elbow, looked at him. There was neither horror nor fear in her haggard face but only eagerness to be sure he would not awaken. She, inch by inch, more softly than a cat, climbed over the low footboard, was standing on the floor. One silent step at a time, with eyes never from his face so clear in the moonlight, she made her way toward the door. The snoring stopped--and her heart stopped with it. He gasped, gurgled, gave a snort, and sat up.
"What--which----" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. Then he saw her near the door.
"h.e.l.lo--whar ye goin"?"
"I thought I"d undress," she lied, calmly and smoothly.
"Oh--that"s right." And he lay down.
She stood in the darkness, making now and then a faint sound suggestive of undressing. The snoring began again--soft, then deep, then the steady, uproarious intake with the fierce whistling exhalation. She went into the sitting-room, felt round in the darkness, swift and noiseless. On the sofa she found her bundle, tore it open. By feeling alone she s.n.a.t.c.hed her sailor hat, a few handkerchiefs, two stockings, a collar her fingers chanced upon and a toothbrush. She darted to the front door, was outside, was gliding down the path, out through the gate into the road.
To the left would be the way she had come. She ran to the right, with never a backward glance--ran with all the speed in her lithe young body, ran with all the energy of her fear and horror and resolve to die rather than be taken. For a few hundred yards the road lay between open fields. But after that it entered a wood. And in that dimness she felt the first beginnings of a sense of freedom. Half a mile and open fields again, with a small house on the right, a road southeastward on the left. That would be away from her Uncle Zeke"s and also away from Sutherland, which lay twenty miles to the southwest. When she would be followed Jeb would not think of this direction until he had exhausted the other two.