"You must not ask me that, Bella," and his mouth closed firmly.
""Trust me all in all, or not at all,"" she quoted.
"Then I trust you not at all."
"Oh!" She drew back with a cry of pain like a wounded animal.
In a moment he was on his knees, holding her hands to his beating heart.
"My dearest, if I could I would. But I can"t, and I am unable just now to give you the reason. Save that I am a journalist, and your devoted lover, you know nothing about me. Later I shall tell you my whole story, and how I am situated. Then you can marry me or not, as you choose."
"I shall marry you, in any case," she said quickly.
"Do you think that I am a poor, weak fool, who demands perfection in a man. Whatever your sins may be, to me you are the man I have chosen to be my husband. We are here, in the corn-fields, and you just now called me Ruth. Then, like Ruth, I can say that "your people will be my people, and your G.o.d will be my G.o.d.""
"Dearest and best," he kissed her ardently, "what have I done to deserve such perfect love? But do not think me so very wicked. It is not myself, so much as another. Then you----"
"Is it a woman?" she asked, drawing back.
Lister caught her to his breast again. "No, you jealous angel, it is not a woman. The thousand pounds I must have, to save--but that is neither here nor there. You must think me but a tardy lover not to carry you off, forwith, and----" he rose, with Bella in his arms--"oh, it"s impossible!"
"Do carry me off," she whispered, clinging to him. "Let us have a Sabine wedding. As your wife, you can tell me all your secrets."
"Bella, Bella, I cannot. I am desperately poor."
"So am I, and if I marry you my father will leave all his money to my aunt, for he told Mr. Pence so. But what does poverty matter, so long as we love one another with all our hearts and souls."
"Oh!" Cyril clenched his hands desperately. "Do not tempt me. Only one thousand pounds stands between us. If I had that I could make you my wife within a week. I would steal, or murder, or do anything in the world to get the money and remove the barrier. But"--he pushed her away almost brutally, and frowned--"you are making me talk rubbish. We must wait."
"Until when, Cyril?" she asked sadly.
"Until Destiny is kinder."
"You will tell me----"
"I tell you nothing. Give me one kiss, and then good-bye for----"
He bent to touch her lips, but was caught and hurled back. Bella uttered a cry of astonishment and dread, for between Cyril and herself stood Captain Huxham, purple with anger.
CHAPTER IV
SUDDEN DEATH
"Y" sh.e.l.l not kiss m" gel, or merry her, or hev anything t" do with m"
gel," said Captain Huxham, in a thick voice. "Oh, I saw y" fro" th"
quarter-deck with m" gel. Jus" y" git, or----"
He made a threatening step forward, while Cyril waited him without flinching. What would have happened it is hard to say, for Captain Huxham was in a frenzy of rage. But Bella, recovering from her first surprise, threw herself between the two men.
"Father," she cried pa.s.sionately, "I love him."
"Oh, y" do, do y"?" growled the fireside tyrant, turning fiercely on her, "an" arter I told y" es y"d hev t" leave the swab alone. Did I, or did I not?"
"Yes, but you a.s.signed no reason for asking me to avoid Cyril, so----"
"Cyril! Cyril!" The captain clenched his huge hand, and his little eyes flashed with desperate anger. "Y" call him Cyril, y"--y"--s.l.u.t." He raised a mighty fist to strike her, and the blow would have fallen, but that Lister suddenly gripped Huxham"s shoulder and twitched him unexpectedly aside.
"If you blame anyone, sir, you must blame me."
"I"ll break yer neck, cuss y"," raged the older man.
Cyril shrugged his shoulders, indifferently. "You can try, if you like, but I don"t propose to let you do it. Come, Captain Huxham, let us both be reasonable and talk matters over."
"Y"re on m" land; git off m" land," shouted Huxham, swinging his fists like windmills.
"Go, Cyril, go," implored Bella who was terrified lest there should be a hand-to-hand struggle between the two men. That was not to be thought of, as if Lister killed the captain, or the captain killed Lister, there would be no chance of her becoming the wife of the man she loved.
"I am quite ready to go," said Cyril, keeping a watchful eye on Huxham; "but first I should like to hear why you, sir, object to my marrying Bella." He spoke quietly and firmly, so that the level tones of his voice, and the admirable way in which he kept his temper, had a cooling effect on the enraged sailor.
Huxham, born bully as he was, found that it was difficult for him to storm at a man so cool, and calm, and self-controlled. "Y" ain"t m"
chice," said he in lower but very sulky tones; "m" gel"s goin" t" merry th" sky-pilot, Silas Pence."
"Oh, no, she"s not," said Lister smoothly; "she will marry me."
"If she does, she don"t get no money o" mine."
"That will be no hindrance," said Bella, who was rapidly regaining her colour. "I am willing to marry Cyril without a penny."
"Y" shent, then," grumbled her father savagely.
"I have yet to hear your objections, sir."
"Yer name"s Lister, and----"
The objection was so petty, that Bella quite expected to see Cyril laugh. But in place of doing so, he turned white and retreated a step.
"What--what do you know of my name?" he asked, with apparent nervousness.
"Thet"s my business," snapped Huxham, seeing his advantage, "an" I shen"t tell y" m" business. Y" git off m" land, or----" he suddenly lunged forward in the attempt to throw Lister when off his guard.
But the young man was watchful, and, unexpectedly swerving, dexterously tripped up his bulky antagonist. Huxham, with a shout, or rather a bellow of rage like a wounded bull, sprawled full length amongst the corn. Bella pushed her lover away before the captain could regain his feet. "Go, go, I can see you to-morrow," she said hastily.
"Y" sh.e.l.l never see the swab again," roared Huxham, rising slowly, for the fall had shaken him, and he was no longer young. "I"ll shut y" in yer room, an" feed y" on bread an" water."
"If you dare to say that again, I"ll break your head," cried Lister, suddenly losing his temper at the insult to the girl he loved.
"Oh, will y"?" Huxham pa.s.sed his tongue over his coa.r.s.e lips and rubbed his big hands slowly. Apparently nothing would have given him greater pleasure than to pitch this man who dared him into the boundary channel; but he had learned a lesson from his late fall. Lister was active and young; the captain was elderly and slow. Therefore, in spite of his superior strength--and Huxham judged that he had that--it was risky to try conclusions of sheer brute force. The captain therefore, being a coward at heart, as all bullies are, weakened and retreated. "Y" git off m" land," was all that he could find to say, "an" y" git home, Bella. Es m" daughter I"ll deal with y"."