CHAPTER III
The wedding, one bright morning in June, was a most simple one and took place in the little church that Harold was leaving. The rites were performed by the Rev. Arthur Kirkwood, the young minister who was succeeding him. Harold was popular with his congregation, and the church was fairly well filled with sympathetic friends, none of whom were known to John. Indeed, he was a dreary alien in a weirdly convivial a.s.semblage, the smug elation of which irritated him. Mrs. McGwire, Betty, and Minnie were all so busy shaking hands with people they knew that John was really ignored. He wanted it so, and yet he keenly felt the line of demarcation between the element in which he lived and that which had engulfed Dora and was sweeping her out of his ken forever. He sat alone in the second row of seats, only a few feet from the pulpit and a table laden with flowers. A few young people in the choir overhead were laughing gaily. The faces all over the room were beaming expectantly, and some of the most impatient persons asked when the bride and groom would arrive.
"At ten o"clock, sharp," Mrs. McGwire said, aloud, so that all could hear. "They are coming in a carriage, and expect to be driven straight to the train from here."
The time dragged slowly for John. He saw a few persons eying him with mild interest as the brother of the bride, but most of the others were occupied in exchanging jests or greetings with this or that acquaintance as their heads met over the backs of the seats. To while away the time, and for the sheer love of it, a man who was a sort of leader in church singing suddenly began to sing a well-known revival hymn, and the others joined in l.u.s.tily. John detested it. He had heard it during his isolated childhood at Ridgeville, later at Cranston, and here it was a strident requiem over the bier of his last hope. He was inclined to self-a.n.a.lysis, and he wondered if any of the audience could imagine the dark and rebellious state of mind that he was in. He was not jealous of Harold, he did not begrudge Dora"s happiness or desire to curb the festive mood of the people around him. He was simply in despair and could see no way of escape. He tried to think of going back to the office the next day and plunging into work, but how could he do so without some aim in life? Dora had refused financial aid from him. Of what account were his past earnings or those of the future?
The singing was brought to an abrupt end. Mrs. McGwire, who had stationed herself at the street door, suddenly cried out, "They are coming!" and a fluttering silence brooded on the room.
Dora and Harold, accompanied by Mr. Kirkwood, entered the adjoining Sunday-school room from the street with the playful intent to deceive the audience, who were watching the front, and the McGwires all hastened through a doorway near the pulpit to greet them. Betty, a tall, dignified young lady in a becoming street dress, ran across to John.
"Will you come speak to them now, or afterward?" she asked, smiling.
"Afterward," he answered, flushing under the composite stare of the whole room and irritated by being made so conspicuous.
"But you won"t have a very good chance then," she advanced. "You know there will be an awful rush at the carriage. You"d better come now."
He complied. He found Dora and Harold in the arms of Minnie and her mother. Both of the latter were weeping.
"I"d cry, too," Dora said, smiling sadly up at John, "but it would leave streaks of wet powder on my face. I am to be a pale and interesting bride. I"m sorry to leave you, brother John."
"Never mind, Sis," he said, bravely. "Everything goes in this life." She leaned toward him, and he kissed her. He was still a crude man and shrank from caressing even Dora in the presence of others.
"We"ll meet again," she said, confidently; "don"t let yourself believe otherwise."
"All right, I won"t." He forced himself to smile.
"Ten o"clock!" cried out Mr. Kirkwood, who was ready at the door. "You mustn"t miss that train. I"m going in to take my place. Come right in, Brother McGwire."
"Then this must be good-by, darling John," Dora whispered. "I know you won"t want to push through the crowd to us afterward."
"Good-by--good-by," he said, and then he shook hands with Harold.
"Good-by, Harold," he said. "I"m leaving her with you."
"I"ll do my best, Mr. Trott," Harold said, feelingly. "She is a treasure and I am robbing you. G.o.d knows I wish it could be without pain to you."
"Nevermind; that is all right," John answered.
Mrs. McGwire and Minnie, a plain, rather gawky girl, went to the first row of seats in the church, sat down, smiled knowingly at some friends in the rear, and John and Betty followed. Some one at the organ played a wedding march, and Harold and Dora came in and stood before the waiting preacher.
It was soon over. The organ groaned mellowly, and Harold led Dora down the aisle to the vestibule. The congregation followed like stampeding cattle. John was left alone, the McGwires having hurried out through the Sunday-school room to get a last sight of the pair as they entered the carriage.
John met Mrs. McGwire outside as the carriage was disappearing down the street. She said she and her daughters were going to stay awhile to attend to the flowers and some other gifts, and he went home alone. The ma.s.sive door was locked, and, opening it with a pa.s.s-key, he entered the hall. He heard Binks barking in the back yard and he went down to him.
"They didn"t want you there, did they, Binks?" he said, taking the dog in his arms. "You"d have made a row, wouldn"t you? Well, she is gone, old boy--you don"t realize it now, but you will later, when you miss the feeds and nice baths she gave you. She used to buy choice morsels for you. I know, for I"ve seen the bones lying around."
The remainder of that day he spent in sheer torment, strolling about in the parks with Binks, and when he returned home he found Betty and Minnie alone in the parlor. Their eyes were red from weeping.
"It is on account of the way mother is taking it," Betty explained.
"She"s gone to bed with a headache. The excitement of the wedding kept her up, but she has gone to pieces since they left. Really, Harold was all she had in the world. Min and I didn"t count."
John could think of nothing to say, and he went on to his room. There were some blue-prints and calculations awaiting his attention on the big desklike table in his room, and he took them up to look them over, but laid them down again.
"What is the use?" he muttered. "My G.o.d! what is the use of _anything_?
Money? What do I care for money? What could I do with it if I had millions?"
That night when he was about to go to bed he looked into Dora"s room.
She had left it in perfect order, but somehow it seemed as barren as a room for transient guests in a hotel.
"Dear, dear Sis," he said, with a lump in his throat. "When you and I used to get up before day in that old ramshackle home--you in your rags, and I in my overalls--we didn"t dream that all those things would happen and draw to an end like this. There is nothing for me to look forward to--nothing, absolutely nothing, but you will find peace, contentment, and happiness. Well, that is enough. It was worth it, Sis. I"m out of it, and it is only my yellow streak that is whining."
The room, in its tomblike silence and inanimate reminders, oppressed him sorely, and, closing the door that he might not, even by accident, glance into it again that night, he started to undress for bed, when Binks began loudly barking down-stairs. Then he heard Betty trying to quiet him.
"What is the matter with him?" John called down from the head of the stairs.
"I think he wants you," Betty laughed. "I can"t pacify him. He keeps jumping up and down, pawing the floor, and crying like a baby."
"Unfasten him, please, and let him come up," John answered.
Immediately there was a swishing, thumping sound on the stairs and Binks rushed into John"s room and began to lick his hands and whine.
Although he was ready for bed, John sat down in a big chair, took the dog into his arms, and fondled him like an infant. Binks seemed to understand, for he became restful at once. John was not conscious of it, but he sat with the animal in his lap for nearly an hour. Suddenly he became aware that it was late, and he put on his bath-robe and slippers, with the intention of taking the dog down to his kennel, but Binks, as if reading his mind, ran under the bed and remained out of sight.
Stooping down, John saw a pair of small eyes gleaming in the shadow.
"Poor little devil, he"s lonely, too!" John muttered. "Say, Binks, come out--let"s talk it over. You want to sleep with me to-night, eh? All right, we"ll keep each other company."
It was as if the little animal understood, for he came out readily, wagging his stubby tail, and began to stand on his hind feet and lick his master"s hands. "All right, all right." John took him up in his arms, bore him to his bed, and placed him on the side next to the wall.
And, as if fearful that John might change his mind, Binks snuggled down between the sheets, his snout on his paws, his eyes blinking almost with pretended drowsiness.
"Sly old boy!" John laughed, softly, and, throwing off his robe and slippers, he closed his door and lay down by the dog. His strong arm touched the sleek coat of his pet and somehow the contact soothed him.
With a tightness of the throat, his eyes suffused with restrained tears, he told himself that absolutely all had not been taken from him, for Binks was left.
CHAPTER IV
Another year pa.s.sed. As he had feared it would be, John"s life was all but aimless and becoming even monotonous. What mattered it whether he and Reed had one or two contracts more or less in the year? Neither of them really was in need of the profits earned, and the business continued to come as fast as they cared to attend to it. John liked best the outside work, for then he took Binks along with him, and sometimes in bad weather he even brought the dog to the office, where Binks would lie quietly under his desk till called out by his master for lunch or a short stroll in the quieter streets.
"You are too much attached to him," Reed said to him. "I have a friend who used to have a pet like that. Some devilish person poisoned it one night, and my friend never could get over it. He told me that if it had been his only child it wouldn"t have hurt him any more."
John shuddered and frowned darkly. "I know how he felt," he answered, simply, and turned away.