Baby Mine
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CHAPTER VIII
WHEN Alfred returned to the living room he was followed by hissecretary, who carried two well-filled satchels. His temper was notimproved by the discovery that he had left certain important papersat his office. Dispatching his man to get them and to meet him at thestation with them, he collected a few remaining letters from the drawerof the writing table, then uneasy at remaining longer under the sameroof with Zoie, he picked up his hat, and started toward the hallway.For the first time his eye was attracted by a thick layer of dust andlint on his coat sleeve. Worse still, there was a smudge on his cuff.If there was one thing more than another that Alfred detested it wasuntidiness. Putting his hat down with a bang, he tried to flick the dustfrom his sleeve with his pocket handkerchief; finding this impossible,he removed his coat and began to shake it violently.
It was at this particular moment that Zoie's small face appearedcautiously from behind the frame of the bedroom door. She was quick toperceive Alfred's plight. Disappearing from view for an instant, shesoon reappeared with Alfred's favourite clothes-brush. She tiptoed intothe room.
Barely had Alfred drawn his coat on his shoulders, when he was startledby a quick little flutter of the brush on his sleeve. He turnedin surprise and beheld Zoie, who looked up at him as penitent andirresistible as a newly-punished child.
"Oh," snarled Alfred, and he glared at her as though he would enjoystrangling her on the spot.
"Alfred," pouted Zoie, and he knew she was going to add her customaryappeal of "Let's make up." But Alfred was in no mood for nonsense. Hethrust his hands in his pockets and made straight for the outer doorway.
Smiling to herself as she saw him leaving without his hat, Zoie slippedit quickly beneath a flounce of her skirt. No sooner had Alfred reachedthe sill of the door than his hand went involuntarily to his head; heturned to the table where he had left his hat. His face wore a puzzledlook. He glanced beneath the table, in the chair, behind the table,across the piano, and then he began circling the room with pent up rage.He dashed into his study and out again, he threw the chairs about withincreasing irritation, then giving up the search, he started hatlesstoward the hallway. It was then that a soft babyish voice reached hisear.
"Have you lost something, dear?" cooed Zoie.
Alfred hesitated. It was difficult to lower his dignity by answeringher, but he needed his headgear. "I want my hat," he admitted shortly.
"Your hat?" repeated Zoie innocently and she glanced around the roomwith mild interest. "Maybe Mary took it."
"Mary!" cried Alfred, and thinking the mystery solved, he dashed towardthe inner hallway.
"Let ME get it, dear," pleaded Zoie, and she laid a small detaining handupon his arm as he passed.
"Stop it!" commanded Alfred hotly, and he shook the small hand from hissleeve as though it had been something poisonous.
"But Allie," protested Zoie, pretending to be shocked and grieved.
"Don't you 'but Allie' me," cried Alfred, turning upon her sharply. "AllI want is my hat," and again he started in search of Mary.
"But--but--but Allie," stammered Zoie, as she followed him.
"But--but--but," repeated Alfred, turning on her in a fury. "You'vebutted me out of everything that I wanted all my life, but you're notgoing to do it again."
"You see, you said it yourself," laughed Zoie.
"Said WHAT," roared Alfred.
"But," tittered Zoie.
The remnants of Alfred's self-control were forsaking him. He clinchedhis fists hard in a final effort toward restraint. "You'd just as wellstop all these baby tricks," he threatened between his teeth, "they'renot going to work. THIS time my mind is made up."
"Then why are you afraid to talk to me?" asked Zoie sweetly.
"Who said I was afraid?" demanded Alfred hotly.
"You ACT like it," declared Zoie, with some truth on her side. "Youdon't want----" she got no further.
"All I want," interrupted Alfred, "is to get out of this house once andfor all and to stay out of it." And again he started in pursuit of hishat.
"Why, Allie," she gazed at him with deep reproach. "You liked this placeso much when we first came here."
Again Alfred picked at the lint on his coat sleeve. Edging her waytoward him cautiously she ventured to touch his sleeve with the brush.
"I'll attend to that myself," he said curtly, and he sank into thenearest chair to tie a refractory shoe lace.
"Let me brush you, dear," pleaded Zoie. "I don't wish you to start outin the world looking unbrushed," she pouted. Then with a sly emphasisshe added teasingly, "The OTHER women might not admire you that way."
Alfred broke his shoe string then and there. While he stooped to tie aknot in it, Zoie managed to perch on the arm of his chair.
"You know, Allie," she continued coaxingly, "no one could ever love youas I do."
Again Alfred broke his shoe lace.
"Oh, Allie!" she exclaimed with a little ripple of childish laughter,"do you remember how absurdly poor we were when we were first married,and how you refused to take any help from your family? And do youremember that silly old pair of black trousers that used to get so thinon the knees and how I used to put shoe-blacking underneath so the whitewouldn't show through?" By this time her arm managed to get around hisneck.
"Stop it!" shrieked Alfred as though mortal man could endure no more."You've used those trousers to settle every crisis in our lives."
Zoie gazed at him without daring to breathe; even she was aghast at hisfury, but only temporarily. She recovered herself and continued sweetly:
"If everything is SETTLED," she argued, "where's the harm in talking?"
"We've DONE with talking," declared Alfred. "From this on, I act."And determined not to be cheated out of this final decision, he againstarted for the hall door.
"Oh, Allie!" cried Zoie in a tone of sharp alarm.
In spite of himself Alfred turned to learn the cause of her anxiety.
"You haven't got your overshoes on," she said.
Speechless with rage, Alfred continued on his way, but Zoie moved beforehim swiftly. "I'll get them for you, dear," she volunteered graciously.
"Stop!" thundered Alfred. They were now face to face.
"I wish you wouldn't roar like that," pouted Zoie, and the pink tips ofher fingers were thrust tight against her ears.
Alfred drew in his breath and endeavoured for the last time to represshis indignation. "Either you can't, or you won't understand that it isextremely unpleasant for me to even talk to you--much less to receiveyour attentions."
"Very likely," answered Zoie, unperturbed. "But so long as I am yourlawful wedded wife----" she emphasised the "lawful"--"I shan't let anyharm come to you, if _I_ can help it." She lifted her eyes to heavenbidding it to bear witness to her martyrdom and looking for all theworld like a stained glass saint.
"Oh, no!" shouted Alfred, almost hysterical at his apparent failure tomake himself understood. "You wouldn't let any harm come to me. Oh, no.You've only made me the greatest joke in Chicago," he shouted. "You'veonly made me such a laughing stock that I have to leave it. That'sall--that's all!"
"Leave Chicago!" exclaimed Zoie incredulously. Then regaining herself-composure, she edged her way close to him and looked up into hiseyes in baby-like wonderment. "Why, Allie, where are we going?" Hersmall arm crept up toward his shoulder. Alfred pushed it from himrudely.
"WE are not going," he asserted in a firm, measured voice. "_I_ amgoing. Where's my hat?" And again he started in search of his absentheadgear.
"Oh, Allie!" she exclaimed, and this time there was genuine alarm in hervoice, "you wouldn't leave me?"
"Wouldn't I, though?" sneered Alfred. Before he knew it, Zoie's armswere about him--she was pleading desperately.
"Now see here, Allie, you may call me all the names you like," she criedwith great self-abasement, "but you shan't--you SHAN'T go away fromChicago."
"Oh, indeed?" answered Alfred as he shook himself free of her. "Isuppose you'd like me to
go on with this cat and dog existence. You'dlike me to stay right here and pay the bills and take care of you, whileyou flirt with every Tom, Dick and Harry in town."
"It's only your horrid disposition that makes you talk like that,"whimpered Zoie. "You know very well that I never cared for anybody butyou."
"Until you GOT me, yes," assented Alfred, "and NOW you care foreverybody BUT me." She was about to object, but he continued quickly."Where you MEET your gentlemen friends is beyond me. _I_ don't introducethem to you."
"I should say not," agreed Zoie, and there was a touch of vindictivenessin her voice. "The only male creature that you ever introduced to me wasthe family dog."
"I introduce every man who's fit to meet you," declared Alfred with anair of great pride.
"That doesn't speak very well for your acquaintances," snipped Zoie.Even HER temper was beginning to assert itself.
"I won't bicker like this," declared Alfred.
"That's what you always say, when you can't think of an answer,"retorted Zoie.
"You mean when I'm tired of answering your nonsense!" thundered Alfred.