CHAPTER x.x.xV
SUSPICION
Jennie Barton had refused to listen to Captain Welford"s accusation of treachery against her lover but the seed of suspicion had been planted.
It grew with such rapidity her peace of mind was utterly destroyed.
In vain she put the ugly thought aside.
"It"s impossible!" she murmured a hundred times only to come back to the idea that would not down.
Night after night she tossed on her pillow unable to sleep. The longer she faced the problem of Socola"s character and antecedents the more probable became the truth of d.i.c.k"s suspicions. She had made his present position in the State Department possible.
Again her love rose in rebellion. "It"s a lie--a lie!" she sobbed. "I won"t believe it. d.i.c.k"s crazy jealousy"s at the bottom of it all--"
Why had Socola buried himself in the Department of State so completely since the scene with d.i.c.k? His calls had been brief. Their relations had been strained in spite of her honest effort to put them back on the old footing.
He gave as his excuse for not calling oftener the enormous pressure of work which the crisis of the invasion of Pennsylvania had brought to his office. The excuse was valid. But perfect love would find a way. It should need no excuse.
There was something wrong. She realized it now with increasing agony.
Unable to endure the strain she sent for Socola.
Their meeting was awkward. She made no effort to apologize or smooth things over. Her att.i.tude was instinctive. She gave her feelings full rein.
She fixed on him a steady searching gaze.
"It"s useless for me to try to pretend, my love. There"s something wrong between us."
"Your mind has been poisoned," was the quick, serious answer. "Thoughts are things. They have the power to kill or give life. A poisonous idea has been planted in your soul. It"s killing your love for me. I feel it--and I"m helpless."
"You can cast it out," she answered tenderly.
"How?"
"Tell me frankly and honestly the whole story of your life--"
"You believe me an impostor?"
"I love you--"
"And that is not enough?"
"No. Make suspicion impossible. You can do this--if you are innocent as I believe you are--"
She paused and a sob caught her voice.
"Oh, my love, it"s killing me--I can neither eat nor sleep. Show me that such a thing is impossible--"
He took her hand.
"How foolish, my own, to ask this of me--we love right or wrong. Love is the fulfillment of the law. You call me here to cross-examine me--"
"No--no--dear heart--just to have you soothe my fears and make me laugh again--"
"But how is it possible--once this thought has found its way into your mind? If I am a spy, as your Captain Welford says, it is my business to deceive the enemy. I couldn"t tell the truth and live in Richmond. I would swing from the nearest limb if I should be discovered--"
Jennie covered her face with her hands:
"Don"t--don"t--please--"
"Can"t you see how useless such a question?"
"You can"t convince me?" she asked pathetically.
"I won"t try," he said firmly. "You must trust me because you love me.
Nothing I could say could convince you--"
He paused and held her hands in a desperate clasp--
"Trust me, dear--I promise in good time to convince you that I am all your heart has told you--"
"You must convince me now--or I"ll die," she sobbed.
"You"re asking the impossible--"
He stroked her hand with tender touch, rose and led her to the door.
"You"ll try to trust me?"
There was an unreal sound in her voice as Jennie slowly replied:
"Yes--I"ll try."
Socola hurried to the house on Church Hill and dispatched a courier on a mission of tragic importance. Kilpatrick and Dahlgren were preparing to capture Richmond by a daring raid of three thousand cavalrymen.
Jennie watched him go with the determination to know the truth at all hazards.
CHAPTER x.x.xVI
THE FATAL DEED
The battle of Gettysburg and the disaster of the fall of Vicksburg once more gave to the Johnston junta in the Confederate Congress their opportunity to hara.s.s the President.