Betty was coming from her mother"s room, one flight below, and she turned and greeted them with a smile.
"She is a nice girl," John thought, as she and Dora linked arms and went ahead of him down the stairs. "She will make a fine woman, but she will never be equal to--"
He checked his thought. A storm of pain swept through him, almost depriving him of strength. He followed the children into the dining-room, which was well filled with boarders, some eating, some waiting to be served, and all chatting volubly. There was a great clatter of knives, forks, and dishes. Mrs. McGwire was helping in the kitchen, and Betty joined her and became a waitress herself.
"I must fight it off--kill it, or it will down me!" John said to himself, as he and Dora sat waiting to be served. "I will never do the work before me if I keep this up, and it must be done--it must!"
When he had breakfasted and was outside in the cool, crisp air he felt better. He walked briskly, swinging his arms to and fro to start the circulation of his blood. He knew the car he was to take and he boarded it, first buying a morning paper, which he could not read for thinking of the delicious and agonizing things he had forsworn forever.
"It will never come through trying to forget," he finally said, with a stoic shrug. "It will simply have to wear itself out. Maybe, after a few months, a year, or two, I will be something like I was before Sam and I went up to--" He checked himself again. "Oh, what"s the use?" His very mind seemed to sob and choke. A man seated near him asked him what time it was, and John took out his watch and informed him in the casual tone that any pa.s.senger might use to another.
"Thanks. Fine day," the man said, and John nodded and smiled.
CHAPTER x.x.xIX
One of Jane Holder"s masculine admirers brought her home in a buggy from the Square one afternoon, and when he had parted with her at the gate he drove away. She went up to Mrs. Trott"s room, finding that lady dressing at her bureau.
"I felt dizzy on the street, and Tobe Overby brought me home," Jane said, sinking into a chair and leaning on her sunshade. "I don"t know what is wrong with me, Liz. Tobe says the doctors won"t be plain with me and tell me the truth about my condition, and Tobe"s all right. He gave me a straight V just now, for the sake of old times. Huh! the doctors needn"t be mealy-mouthed with me. I"ve had enough of this game, Liz.
I"ve had my share of fun all through, and what more could I ask? You don"t think I want to get old, bent over, and snaggle-toothed, do you?
Not on your life! I"m a sport, old girl, and I"ll be one to the dizzy end. Huh! I guess!"
"Hush! Don"t be silly!" her companion said, giving her an uneasy look, as she turned, holding in her ringed fingers a wisp of her long hair which she was pinning into a coil on the back part of her head. "I don"t like to hear you talk that way."
"I don"t care whether you do or not, Liz, old girl." Jane forced a laugh that was harsh to the point of rasping. "Sometimes it looks to me like you are afraid to croak. Let the least thing get the matter with you and you are scared out of your wits; but _me_? La me! I"ve had my day, Liz.
I don"t want to be a she-hog--a sow. Enough is enough for Jane Holder.
Huh! It used to be "Jennie" when I was young and thinking about getting married. Later on it was "Jen," and now it is "Jane"--just "Jane." "Old Jane" next! Huh! if I had long to live you don"t think I"d keep on here in this rotten, tattling town, do you? I"ve had my fill of it. You know what they all say about you and me, don"t you? They say you ruined John"s life, and that I was heading Dora for the dives when John stepped in out of pity and kidnapped her--took her "way off somewhere to get her away from me and you, and--"
"Hush!" Lizzie Trott, white with fury, cried, brandishing a heavy silver-plated hair-brush in her hand and towering over Jane.
But, leaning on her sunshade, Jane only laughed recklessly and satirically. "Pull in your horns, Liz, old girl," she said. "I"m not giving you any worse medicine than I"m taking myself. Huh! I guess not!
Huh! I"m only telling you what"s being said in this darned town. They all say, judging from her looks, that John"s wife was as decent a country girl as ever lived, and that if her father had met you the day he came loaded for bear he would have put daylight through you. As for me, they say John did my duty for me. Huh! it is a h.e.l.l of a mix-up, isn"t it? But I don"t care. I believe I"m all in. I feel it in my bones, and I don"t give a d.a.m.n when I keel over. I hope I won"t suffer, though.
Whew! I don"t like to think of that! Look how Mag Sebastian faced the music in Atlanta. When that fool shoe-drummer got married last week it was piff! bang! and Mag gave a coroner"s jury a job. Huh! They all say who saw Mag in her fine casket that she looked like she was asleep. You see, they combed her red bangs down so as to hide the bullet-hole, and dressed her up nice. And flowers! Gosh! every girl on the town piled "em in and heaped "em over her. But Mag couldn"t smell "em. Huh! I guess not!"
"What ails you?" Lizzie asked, her lips trembling, her eyes wide with grim inquiry, her tone one of anxious appeal, rather than that of her earlier resentment.
"Huh! Nothing, Liz, old girl!" Jane replied, doggedly. "I guess I am having different thoughts from you, that"s all. I think certain things all day long, no matter who I"m with--laughing, dancing, drinking, shuffling a deck, or giving taffy to a man. Huh! Maybe it is because I know something--huh! something that you don"t know."
"What do you mean now?" Lizzie demanded, suspiciously.
"Never mind what I mean," was the stubborn retort, as Jane stabbed at the straw matting with the ferrule of her sunshade. "Let well enough alone, Liz Trott. If what I know makes me see sights and hear sounds in the dead of night, what good would it do to bring it onto you?"
Lizzie laid down the powder-puff she was using and bent lower over the rambling speaker.
"You _do_ know something," she said, under her breath. "You knew it yesterday. What do you mean by deviling me this way? You had it on your mind last night while the crowd was here and after they left. They knew it, too. I remember now how they looked at one another."
"I don"t know anything," Jane said, doggedly, with a cloud across her wan face, and she got up, sighing. "I know I"ll go stark, staring crazy if this keeps up. Stop your tongue! Let me alone! Huh! I know what"s good for you."
Therewith Jane left the room and all but staggered to her own.
"She does know something," Lizzie Trott mused, as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She completed her toilet and went down to the kitchen. A negro woman was at work there preparing supper.
"Don"t burn the bread again, Mandy," she said, carelessly, her mind still occupied by the conversation just ended.
"Lawsy me! you needn"t bother," the portly woman sniffed. "You may res"
sh.o.r.e dat I won"t burn it atter supper to-night, fer I"m gwine ter quit yer."
"Quit us? Why?"
The woman shrugged her fat shoulders. "Beca"se Jake done say fer me to, dat"s why," she muttered. "I done promised ter love en" obey at de weddin", same es him, en" he say he done laid de law down. Dis is my las" day wid you en" t"other woman. We-all"s preacher been talkin" ter Jake, en" he say you is unloadin" yo" dirt on de black race, "case no white woman will work in dis house en" clean up atter you."
"So that is it," Lizzie Trott said, unrebelliously. "Well, well, I sha"n"t plead with you." And with a haughty step she turned from the room.
There was nowhere to go that evening, and it happened that no visitors came, so Lizzie felt quite lonely. Even Jane"s companionship was denied her, for Jane remained in her room with the door shut. She hadn"t come down to supper, having answered to the call with the remark that she was not hungry and was feeling no better.
Ten o"clock came, eleven, twelve. Lizzie stepped out into the front yard and looked up at Jane"s window to see if there was a light. The room was dark, and even the blinds were drawn down.
"Something really must be wrong," Lizzie speculated, dejectedly. "She is not at herself. She is imagining things. All that chatter about knowing something that I don"t know may be just a crazy notion."
At one o"clock Lizzie reluctantly undressed for bed, for she felt that she was not in the mood for sleep, and she was sure she would have one of her headaches in the morning. She was about to turn out her light when she decided that she would ask Jane how she felt. So she tiptoed to the door of Jane"s room and rapped.
"Who--who--who-- What is it?" came in a low, halting voice from within.
"Me, Jane," and Lizzie tried the latch, only to find, to her surprise, that the door was locked. She waited a moment and then, full of dire fancies, she shook the k.n.o.b and rapped more vigorously. "Let me in, Jane," she cried. "I want to see you. I must see you!"
But the appalling thing now was that Jane still made no effort to speak or move, and Lizzie was thoroughly frightened. She beat the door with both hands and kicked it.
"Open up or I"ll break in!" she cried.
There was a pause, followed by a crash on the floor within the room.
Jane had stumbled over a chair and upset it. There was another unaccountable pause, then Lizzie heard Jane"s hands sliding on the door, feeling their way to the lock. The key was fumbled, then slowly turned, and Lizzie pushed the door open. There in the dark, robed in her new pink-silk gown, as Lizzie afterward discovered, stood Jane. She muttered something inarticulately and stepped or reeled back toward her bed.
Lizzie groped forward, wondering, fearing she knew not what. She laid hold of Jane"s arm and for a moment the two stood face to face in silence. Then Jane began to mutter in slow, vacuous tones:
"You bet I had a good time. I"ve lived on the best. I rolled "em high and had friends that could pay their way. I"m a sport. I was born a sport, and been a sport from the day I ran away from school till now."
"What is the matter? Why are you dressed up like this?" Lizzie had felt the silk sleeve of the gown Jane was wearing.
"Huh! You can"t guess, can you?" Jane said, with a low, insinuating laugh. Lizzie said nothing. She knew where Jane"s matches were and she got one and started to strike it.
"Stop! None of that!" Jane cried. "I don"t want no light. Huh! I prefer darkness to light! You know where that comes from, don"t you? It is from the Bible. "Those whose deeds are evil," you remember? Well, size me up as you like, old girl. I"ve had my good time. I don"t want the earth.
I"m no she-hog--a sow. I know what"s ahead, and I take off my hat to it, that"s all!"
"Sit down," Lizzie said, in the deepest dread of something, she knew not what, and she drew Jane down to the edge of the bed. Unable to formulate any further questions, she stood staring at her companion till presently she saw Jane"s body drowsily inclining to one side.
"That"s right, lie down," Lizzie said, and she lifted Jane"s feet to the bed and put a pillow under her head. Then, unmolested, she lit the lamp on the bureau. A strange sight met her eyes and chilled her blood. In her best pink-silk gown, beaded satin slippers, and embroidered silken hose, her hair crimped and fluffy, her cheeks deeply roughed, her eyebrows blackened as for a ball, Jane lay as if asleep.