The Eagle's Shadow

Chapter 20

"I mean," said Felix Kennaston, sadly, "that--he is afraid--Mr. Woods will never recover consciousness."

Colonel Hugonin stared at him. The skin of his flabby, wrinkled old throat was working convulsively.

Then, "You"re wrong, sir," the Colonel said. "Billy _shan"t_ die. d.a.m.n Jukesbury! d.a.m.n all doctors, too, sir! I put my trust in my G.o.d, sir, and not in a box of d.a.m.n" sugar-pills, sir. And I tell you, sir, _that boy is not going to die_."

Afterward he turned and went into Selwoode defiantly.

XXVIII

In the living-hall the Colonel found Margaret, white as paper, with purple lips that timidly smiled at him.

"Why ain"t you in bed?" the old gentleman demanded, with as great an affectation of sternness as he could muster. To say the truth, it was not much; for Colonel Hugonin, for all his bl.u.s.tering optimism, was sadly shaken now.

"Attractive," said Margaret, "I was, but I couldn"t stay there. My--my brain won"t stop working, you see," she complained, wearily. "There"s a thin little whisper in the back of it that keeps telling me about Billy, and what a liar he is, and what nice eyes he has, and how poor Billy is dead. It keeps telling me that, over and over again, attractive. It"s such a tiresome, silly little whisper. But he is dead, isn"t he? Didn"t Mr. Kennaston tell me just now that he was dead?--or was it the whisper, attractive?"

The Colonel coughed. "Kennaston--er--Kennaston"s a fool," he declared, helplessly. "Always said he was a fool. We"ll have Jeal in presently."

"No--I remember now--Mr. Kennaston said Billy would die very soon. You don"t like people to disagree with you, do you, attractive? Of course, he will die, for the man hit him very, _very_ hard. I"m sorry Billy is going to die, though, even if he is such a liar!"

"Don"t!" said the Colonel, hoa.r.s.ely; "don"t, daughter! I don"t know what there is between you and Billy, but you"re wrong. Oh, you"re very hopelessly wrong! Billy"s the finest boy I know."

Margaret shook her head in dissent.

"No, he"s a very contemptible liar," she said, disinterestedly, "and that is what makes it so queer that I should care for him more than I do for anything else in the world. Yes, it"s very queer."

Then Margaret went into the room opening into the living-hall, where Billy Woods lay unconscious, pallid, breathing stertorously. And the Colonel stared after her.

"Oh, my G.o.d, my G.o.d!" groaned the poor Colonel; "why couldn"t it have been I? Why couldn"t it have been I that ain"t wanted any longer?

She"d never have grieved like that for me!"

And indeed, I don"t think she would have.

For to Margaret there had come, as, G.o.d willing, there comes to every clean-souled woman, the time to put away all childish things, and all childish memories, and all childish ties, if need be, to follow one man only, and cleave to him, and know his life and hers to be knit up together, past severance, in a love that death itself may not affright nor slay.

XXIX

She sat silent in one corner of the darkened room. It was the bedroom that Frederick R. Woods formerly occupied--on the ground floor of Selwoode, opening into the living-hall--to which they had carried Billy.

Jukesbury had done what he could. In the bed lay Billy Woods, swathed in hot blankets, with bottles of hot water set to his feet. Jukesbury had washed his face clean of that awful red, and had wrapped bandages of cracked ice about his head and propped it high with pillows. It was little short of marvellous to see the pursy old hypocrite going cat-footed about the room on his stealthy ministrations, replenishing the bandages, forcing spirits of ammonia between Billy"s teeth, fighting deftly and confidently with death.

Billy still breathed.

The Colonel came and went uneasily. The clock on the mantel ticked.

Margaret brooded in a silence that was only accentuated by that horrible wheezing, gurgling, tremulous breathing in the bed yonder.

Would the doctor never come!

She was curiously conscious of her absolute lack of emotion.

But always the interminable thin whispering in the back of her head went on and on. "Oh, if he had only died four years ago! Oh, if he had only died the dear, clean-minded, honest boy I used to know! When that noise stops he will be dead. And then, perhaps, I shall be able to cry. Oh, if he had only died four years ago!"

And then _da capo_. On and on ran the interminable thin whispering as Margaret waited for death to come to Billy. Billy looked so old now, under his many bandages. Surely he must be very, very near death.

Suddenly, as Jukesbury wrapped new bandages about his forehead, Billy opened his eyes and, without further movement, smiled placidly up at him.

"h.e.l.lo, Jukesbury," said Billy Woods, "where"s my armour?"

Jukesbury, too, smiled. "The man is bringing it downstairs now," he answered, quietly.

"Because," Billy went on, fretfully, "I don"t propose to miss the Trojan war. The princes orgulous with high blood chafed, you know, are all going to be there, and I don"t propose to miss it."

Behind his fat back, Petheridge Jukesbury waved a cautioning hand at Margaret, who had risen from her chair.

"But it is very absurd," Billy murmured, in the mere ghost of a voice, "because men don"t propose by mistake except in farces. Somebody told me that, but I can"t remember who, because I am a misogynist. That is a Greek word, and I would explain it to Peggy, if she would only give me a chance, but she can"t because she has those seventeen hundred and fifty thousand children to look after. There must be some way to explain to her, though, because where there"s a will there is always a way, and there were three wills. Uncle Fred should not have left so many wills--who would have thought the old man had so much ink in him?

But I will be a very great painter, Uncle Fred, and make her sorry for the way she has treated me, and _then_ Kathleen will understand I was talking about Peggy."

His voice died away, and Margaret sat with wide eyes listening for it again. Would the doctor never come!

Billy was smiling and picking at the sheets.

"But Peggy is so rich," the faint voice presently complained--"so beastly rich! There is gold in her hair, and if you will look very closely you will see that her lashes were pure gold until she dipped them in the ink-pot. Besides, she expects me to sit up and beg for lumps of sugar, and I _never_ take sugar in my coffee. And Peggy doesn"t drink coffee at all, so I think it is very unfair, especially as Teddy Anstruther drinks like a fish and she is going to marry him.

Peggy, why won"t you marry me? You know I"ve always loved you, Peggy, and now I can tell you so because Uncle Fred has left me all his money. You think a great deal about money, Peggy. You said it was the greatest thing in the world. And it must be, because it is the only thing--the _only_ thing, Peggy--that has been strong enough to keep us apart. A part is never greater than the whole, Peggy, but I will explain about that when you open that desk. There are sharks in it.

Aren"t there, Peggy?--_aren"t_ there?"

His voice had risen to a querulous tone. Gently the fat old man restrained him.

"Yes," said Petheridge Jukesbury; "dear me, yes. Why, dear me, of course."

But his warning hand held Margaret back--Margaret, who stood with big tears trickling down her cheeks.

"Dearer than life itself," Billy a.s.sented, wearily, "but before G.o.d, loving you as I do, I wouldn"t marry you now for all the wealth in the world. I forget why, but all the world is a stage, you know, and they don"t use stages now, but only railroads. Is that why you rail at me so, Peggy? That is a joke. You ought to laugh at my jokes, because I love you, but I can"t ever, ever tell you so because you are rich. A rich man cannot pa.s.s through a needle"s eye. Oh, Peggy, Peggy, I love your eyes, but they"re so _big_, Peggy!"

So Billy Woods lay still and babbled ceaselessly. But through all his irrelevant talk, as you may see a tributary stream pulse unsullied in a muddied river, ran the thought of Peggy--of Peggy, and of her cruelty, and of her beauty, and of the money that stood between them.

And Margaret, who could never have believed him in his senses, listened and knew that in his delirium, the rudder of his thoughts snapped, he could not but speak truth. As she crouched in the corner of the room, her face buried in an arm-chair, her gold hair half loosened, her shoulders monotonously heaving, she wept gently, inaudibly, almost happily.

Almost happily. Billy was dying, but she knew now, past any doubting, that he loved her. The dear, clean-minded, honest boy had come back to her, and she could love him now without shame, and there was only herself to be loathed.

[Ill.u.s.tration: "Regarded them with alert eyes."]

Then the door opened. Then, with Colonel Hugonin, came Martin Jeal--a wisp of a man like a November leaf--and regarded them from under his s.h.a.ggy white hair with alert eyes.

"Hey, what"s this?" said Dr. Jeal. "Eh, yes! Eh--yes!" he meditated, slowly. "Most irregular. You must let us have the room, Miss Hugonin."

In the hall she waited. Hope! ah, of course, there was no hope! the thin little whisper told her.

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