CHAPTER XXVI
In terrible loneliness the day dragged by. The blood of her being seemed sluggish in her veins. She could not eat her luncheon. She thought of going to see Mrs. Cavanaugh, but she did not know where the contractor lived, and, as Mrs. Cavanaugh was still in bed with illness, a call would be out of place. Besides, she was sure, even if she went, that she would not be able to broach a matter of such undoubted delicacy, and, unless she mentioned it, how could Mrs. Cavanaugh allude to it? Tilly felt, too, that when John came she would not be able to mention it to him, for had he not kept from her even the fact of his mother"s visit to him at his work the day before?
It was growing dark when he came. She had not lighted the gas, because she feared that he might too plainly see her face and read its new lines, shadows, and shrinkings, and he came into the hall, his dinner-pail in hand, as she stood waiting for him in the parlor. She essayed a cheerful greeting, but the words stuck in her tight throat and she went into his arms without uttering them.
"So, so, little mouse," he said, in a forced tone of cheerfulness, "here you are in your dark little hole. Let me light up. I"m dead tired. We all had to put our shoulders to it to-day and lift some big stones and place them right. Our derrick broke twice."
He went to the kitchen. She heard him fumbling about for some matches.
Then he came back, striking the matches and lighting the jets in dining-room, sitting-room, and hall.
"You are hungry," she said. "Supper is ready, all but taking it up."
"Well, yes, I guess I am," he said. "Gee! little girl, it is fine to have a place to come to like this." He caught her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. "In a snug place like this a man can throw off his troubles easier than anywhere else. Sam calls it "a cottage of delight,"
and that"s what it is."
"Troubles?" she repeated, stealing a look into his face. "Have you troubles, my darling?"
She thought that he avoided her direct gaze, and she was sure that she felt him start slightly, and that his immediate kiss was somewhat more mechanical than usual.
"Oh, every fellow in my business has more or less worries," he parried, awkwardly. "You see, a good deal depends on my judgment, and now and then Sam and I disagree on little details of construction, and we have to argue it out to a finish."
"Have you had any disagreement to-day?" Tilly was probing him desperately, knowing well that the subject had naught to do with the weight on her breast and his.
"Oh no, not to-day," he said, lightly. "Don"t be alarmed. Sam and I work all right together. He"s always talking about me and him going into partnership. He wants to tie me here, you see; but I don"t know. The world is wide, and I could make a living anywhere."
They finished their supper and went to sit on the porch, where the air circulated better than in the house. "I had a caller to-day," she suddenly announced.
"What, a--a-- You say you had a--" He broke off, and then finished in a breath of seeming relief. "Oh, Mrs. Cavanaugh! Sam said she would soon be up; but from what he said I thought she"d be in bed for another week at least."
"It wasn"t Mrs. Cavanaugh." Tilly"s hand was in his and she felt his calloused fingers twitch and remain tense while he waited for her to finish. "It was the little girl from your house."
His fingers shook. He stared at her through the twilight. She saw his lips move as if for utterance, but no sound came forth. It was an awkward moment for them both.
"Oh, so she came!" John finally got out. "I thought she was too backward to--to go anywhere."
"She was timid at first," Tilly said, choking down the despair that seemed to rise in her throat like a fluid; "but I gave her some cake and made her feel at home the best I could."
There was another turgid pause. John managed to break it, inexpert though he was in the verbal finesse he was evidently trying to use.
"She is a queer little imp," he said. "Don"t you think so?"
"Yes, very, very strange, for a child of her age. I think she liked me pretty well, and--and I did her. She ought to be taught. Can she read or write? I didn"t think to ask her."
"She doesn"t know B from a bull"s track." John tried to smile, as he forced a laugh. "Yes, she ought to be taught, I guess." He was silent for a moment, and then he resumed: "What did she have to say? She can talk a regular blue streak at times, and I am wondering--wondering--"
"She told me all about the doll and doll-things you sent her," Tilly answered, resorting to subterfuge with no little skill. "Let a child like that start to talk about her playthings and she will run on all day. She didn"t stay very long. She said she had work to do at home."
From the sudden change of his face, Tilly comprehended the relief that must have swept through him at that moment. He glanced toward the center of the town where a cl.u.s.ter of lights threw a glow on the sky. "There is a show under a tent on Main Street to-night," he said. "It may not be much good, but it is something to go to. Suppose we walk over? It isn"t very far. When it is out we can stop at Tilman"s ice-cream and soda-water parlor and take something cool."
"No"--Tilly shook her head--"let"s stay at home."
"But why? Listen! That"s them now!" There was a sound of a bra.s.s band playing in the direction of the lights, the blare of horns, and the beating of drums. "They always play outside the tent to draw a crowd.
Why don"t you want to go, little girl?"
"You said you were tired."
"Who, me? Good gracious! Now that I"ve had my supper I feel like a fighting-c.o.c.k. We"d better go. You are staying in too close, anyway."
CHAPTER XXVII
There seemed no way to avoid accepting the invitation, and she went into the cottage for a light shawl. Then they locked up their little house and started away. Tilly held his arm. She tried to fancy that they were taking one of the unforgettable strolls along the mountain roads at Cranston which had led to their union, but the illusion refused to abide with her, for at Cranston he had been care-free, full of hope and joy, and now his every word seemed to exude from a heart surcharged with pain. How she loved him, now that she better understood the Sinister fate that was scourging him so relentlessly!
Ahead of them they saw a tent. It was lighted. "That is not the one,"
John explained. "That is a tabernacle revival meeting. Sam goes every night. He doesn"t believe in it any more than I do, down inside of himself, I mean; but he goes and tries to get the boys to go. That would suit your father. That preacher throws off his coat and dares the barkeepers to meet him in a fist-to-fist, knock-down, drag-out match on his platform. We must go, too. How about to-morrow night?"
"But--but you don"t believe in such meetings," Tilly answered.
"It doesn"t make any odds what I believe," John returned, in a thoughtful tone. "You got a lot, one way or another, out of your meeting and Sunday-school up at home, and--and this is a dull town. It is full of sets and a lot of silly pride, drawing the line at this and that.
Take my trade, for instance. Do you know a brick mason is sort o" looked down on by the fool gangs that go in for style and show? Up your way everything is more on a level. One man is as good as another. That is one thing I like about religion. In the backwoods, at least, it does away with a lot of stuck-up ideas. You mustn"t think I want you to quit going to church. No, I want you to go. I can"t take part, but you can go on the same as you used to."
They were now in front of the tent"s opening. And as Tilly was peering in at the brilliantly lighted platform on which sat some singers behind an organ, and a young, square-jawed, long-haired minister in a frock-coat, John thought she might be interested in the service.
"Maybe you"d rather go in to-night," he advanced. "It is with you to decide. Is it preaching or show?"
"But you don"t like preaching," she said.
"I don"t count in this shuffle," he jested. "They are both shows to me.
The only difference is that the burnt-cork and dancing people admit they want your money, and these people lie about it."
Tilly frowned. "You get worse and worse," she said. "Let"s go to the show. It will be good for you after working so hard to-day."
"Well, we"ll come here to-morrow night," he said. "We"ve got to have some amus.e.m.e.nts. You are by yourself too much. I"ve been thinking a lot about the way you are fixed down here in this measly, hypocritical town.
You see, up there where you were raised you know every man, woman, and child, but here you are a stranger. I mean-- I mean--" He was beyond his depth and realized it, quite to his chagrin. Tilly came to his rescue.
"Never mind about me," she broke in, quickly and with tact, as she drew him on in the direction of the lights and music farther up the street.
"I am thoroughly happy here. I don"t want anything but you and our little home. I love you more and more. Some day you will know why, but I do. I"m going to make you happy, John, happier than you"ve ever been."
He sighed, and it was as if he were conscious that the sigh which had surged up within him, in a way, was a denial of the hope her words extended.
He paid their fare at the opening in the tent and went in and sat on one of the crude, unbacked benches. The place was filling fast. Laughing parties of young men and young ladies entered. John told Tilly who some of them were. The "chipper, fluffy-headed blonde" was a banker"s daughter, with the son of the president of the largest iron-works in Ridgeville. Another girl was the only child of a rich money-lender and the young dude with her was an ex-Governor"s son, a silly fool that everybody said would have been in jail long ago for some of his sc.r.a.pes but for his father"s influence. John didn"t really know who all of them were, though they lived in the town. They had grown up so fast and he had been so busy that he hadn"t kept track of them. He did know, however, that they all belonged to a select dancing-club up the street, and they would go there after the show, no doubt. They felt that they were better than the working-cla.s.s, and John said he despised them for it. Their people belonged to the leading churches and that accounted for their lack of sympathy for the poor.
There were some improvised boxes or tiers of seats inclosed in scarlet ribbons on the right, which were marked, "Reserved Seats, 25 cents extra." The young society people had not taken them, for some reason or other, but, on the contrary, had found places in the body of the little amphitheater where they sat merrily eating roasted peanuts which were bought from a loud-shouting vender with a basket on his arm.