"Shut up, or I"ll break your neck!" cried Dave, threatening him furiously.
The dry-goods dealer staggered back just as Betty"s hand was gently, but firmly, laid on Dave"s upraised arm.
"Don"t bother, Dave," she said piteously. "I"ve seen him. Oh, Jim--Jim!" And she covered her face with her hands.
CHAPTER IX
IN DAVE"S OFFICE
It was the day after the bazaar. Betty had just returned home from her school for midday dinner. She was sitting at the open window, waiting while her aunt set the meal. The cool green of the wild-cuc.u.mbers covering the veranda tempered the blistering summer heat which oppressed the valley. The girl was looking out upon the village below her, at the woodland slopes opposite, at the distant narrowing of the mighty walls which bounded her world, but she saw none of these things.
She saw nothing of the beauty, the gracious foliage, the wonderful sunlight she loved. Her gaze was introspective. She saw only the pictures her thoughts conjured up.
They were not pleasant pictures either, but they were absorbing. She knew that she had arrived at a crisis in her life. The scene she had witnessed at the bazaar was still burning in her brain. The shame stung and revolted her. The horror of it was sickening. Jim"s disgrace was complete; yet, in spite of it, she could not help remembering Dave"s appeal for him.
He had said that Jim needed her more than ever now, and the thought made her uneasy, and her tender heart urged her in a direction she knew she must not take. It was so easy for her to condemn, she who knew nothing of temptation. And yet her position was so utterly impossible.
Jim had been in the village all this time and had not been near her, that is except on this one occasion, when he was drunk. He was evidently afraid to come near her. He was a coward, and she hated cowards.
He had even persuaded Dave to intercede for him. She smiled as she thought of it. But her smile was for Dave, and not at the other"s display of cowardice. It was not a smile of amus.e.m.e.nt either. She only smiled at the absurdity of Dave pleading for one whom he knew to be wholly unworthy. It was the man"s large heart, she told herself. And almost in the same breath she found herself resenting his kindly interference, and wishing he would mind his own business. Why should he be always thinking of others? Why should he not think sometimes of himself?
Her dreaming now became of Dave alone, and she found herself reviewing his life as she knew it. Her eyes grew tender, and she basked in the sunlight of a world changed to pleasant thought. His ugliness no longer troubled her--she no longer saw it. She saw only the spirit inside the man, and somehow his roughnesses of voice, manner and appearance seemed a wholly fitting accompaniment to it. Her thoughts of Jim had gone from her entirely. The crisis which she was facing had receded into the shadows. Dave became her dominant thought, and she started when her uncle"s voice suddenly broke in upon her reverie.
"Betty," he said, coming up behind her and laying one lean hand upon her rounded shoulder, "I haven"t had time to speak to you about it since the bazaar, but now I want to tell you that you can have nothing more to do with young Truscott. He is a thorough-paced young scoundrel and----"
"You need say no more, uncle," the girl broke in bitterly. "You can tell me nothing I do not already know of him."
"Then I trust you will send him about his business at once," added her aunt, who had entered the room bearing the dinner joint on a tray, just in time to hear Betty"s reply.
Betty looked at her aunt"s round, good-natured face. For once it was cold and angry. From her she looked up at her uncle"s, and the decision she saw in his frank eyes left her no alternative but a direct reply.
"I intend to settle everything this afternoon," she said simply.
"In what way?" inquired her uncle sharply.
Betty rose from her seat and crossed the room to her aunt"s side. The latter, having set the dinner, was waiting beside her chair ready to sit down as soon as the matter should be settled. Betty placed her arm about her stout waist, and the elder woman"s face promptly relaxed. She could never long keep up even a pretense of severity where Betty was concerned.
The girl promptly addressed herself to her uncle with all the frankness of one a.s.sured of a sympathetic hearing.
"You have always taught me, uncle dear, that duty must be my first consideration in life," she began steadily. "I have tried to live up to that, and it has possibly made my conscience a little over keen." Her face clouded, but the clouds broke immediately, chased away by a plaintive smile. "When Jim asked me to marry him five years ago I believed I loved him. At one time I"m sure I did, in a silly, girlish fashion. But soon after he went away I realized that a girlish infatuation is not real love. This knowledge I tried to hide even from myself. I would not believe it, and for a long time I almost managed to convince myself. That was until Jim"s letters became fewer and colder.
With his change I no longer attempted to conceal from myself the real state of my own feelings. But even then my conscience wouldn"t let me alone. I had promised to wait for him, and I made up my mind that, come what might, unless he made it impossible I would marry him." She sighed. "Well, you know the rest. He has now made it impossible. What his real feelings are for me," she went on with a pathetic smile, "I have not had an opportunity of gauging. As you know, he has not been near me. I shall now make it my business to see him this afternoon and settle everything. My conscience isn"t by any means easy about it, but I intend to give him up."
Her aunt squeezed her arm sympathetically, and her uncle nodded his approval.
"Where are you going to see him?" the latter asked. "You mustn"t see him alone." Then he burst out wrathfully, "He"s a blackguard, and----"
"No, no, uncle, don"t say that," Betty interrupted him. "Surely he is to be pitied. Remember him as he was. You cannot tell what temptations have come his way."
The parson"s face cleared at once. His angry outbursts were always short-lived.
"I"m sorry, Betty," he said. "My dear, you shame me. I"m afraid that my hasty temper is always leading to my undoing as a churchman." The half-humorous smile which accompanied his words pa.s.sed swiftly. "Where are you going to see him?" he again demanded.
"Down at Dave"s office," the girl replied, after a moment"s thought.
"Eh?" Her uncle was startled; but Mary Chepstow smiled on her encouragingly.
"Yes, you see," she went on, "Dave had a good deal to do with--our engagement--in a way, and----"
"I"m glad Dave is going to help you through this business," said her aunt, with a glance which effectually kept her husband silent. "He"s a dear fellow, and--let"s have our dinner--it"s nearly cold."
Aunt Mary was not brilliant, she was not meddlesome, but she had all a woman"s intuition. She felt that enough had been said. And for some obscure reason she was glad that Dave was to have a hand in this matter. Nor had her satisfaction anything to do with the man"s ability to protect her niece from possible insult.
That afternoon Dave received an unexpected visit. He was alone in his office, clad for hard work, without coat, waistcoat, collar or tie. He had no scruples in these matters. With all an American"s love of freedom he abandoned himself to all he undertook with a whole-heartedness which could not tolerate even the restraint of what he considered unnecessary clothing. And just now, in the terrific heat, all these things were superfluous.
Betty looked particularly charming as she hurried across the lumber-yard. She was dressed in a spotless white cotton frock, and, under her large sun-hat, her brown hair shone in the sunlight like burnished copper. Without the least hesitation she approached the office and knocked peremptorily on the door.
The man inside grudgingly answered the summons. His books were occupying all his attention, and his thoughts were filled with columns of figures. But the moment he beheld the white, smiling vision the last of his figures fled precipitately from his mind.
"Why, come right in, little Betty," he cried, hastily setting the only available chair for her. Then he bethought himself of his attire. "Say, you might have let me know. Just half a minute and I"ll fix myself up."
But the girl instantly protested. "You"ll do just as you are," she exclaimed. "Now you look like a lumberman. And I like you best that way."
Dave grinned and sat down a little self-consciously. But Betty had no idea of letting any conventionalities interfere with the matter she had in hand. She was always direct, always single-minded, when her decision was taken. She gave him no time to speculate as to the object of her visit.
"Dave," she began seriously, "I want you to do me a great favor." Then she smiled. "As usual," she added. "I want you to send for Jim Truscott and bring him here."
Dave was on his feet in an instant and crossed to the door. The next moment his voice roared out to one of his foremen. It was a shout that could have been heard across his own milling floor with every saw shrieking on the top of its work.
He waited, and presently Simon Odd came hurrying across the yard. He spoke to him outside, and then returned to the office.
"He"ll be along in a few minutes," he said. "I"ve sent Odd with the buckboard."
"Are you sure he"ll come?"
Dave smiled confidently.
"I told Odd to bring him."
"I hope he"ll come willingly," the girl said, after a thoughtful pause.
"So do I," observed Dave dryly. "Well, little girl?"
Betty understood the inquiry, and looked him fearlessly in the eyes.
"You sowed your wheat on barren soil, Dave," she said decidedly. "Your appeal for Jim has borne no fruit."
The man shifted his position. It was the only sign he gave. But the fires were stirred into a sudden blaze, and his blood ran fiercely through his veins.