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by Thomas Dixon


  CHAPTER V

  BOY AND GIRL

  From the moment Dick Welford had seen Socola bowing and smiling beforeJennie Barton he had hated the man. He hated foreigners on generalprinciples, anyhow. This kind of foreigner he particularly loathed--theslender, nervous type which suggested over-refinement to the point ofeffeminacy. He had always hated slender, effeminate-looking men of thenative breed. This one was doubly offensive because he was an Italian.How any woman with true womanly instincts could tolerate such a spiderwas more than he could understand.

  Jennie Barton had always frankly said that she admired men of his owntype. He was six feet one, fair-haired, blue-eyed, and weighed a hundredand ninety-six pounds at twenty-one years of age. He had always feltinstinctively that he was exactly the man for Jennie's mate. She wasnineteen, dark and slender, a bundle of quick, sensitive, nervousintelligence. Her brown eyes were almost black and her luxuriant hairseemed raven-hued beside his. He had always imagined it nestling besidehis big blond head in perfect contentment since the first summer he hadspent with Tom Barton at their cottage at the White Sulphur Springs.

  He had taken it for granted that she would say yes when he could screwup his courage to speak. She had treated him as if he were already inthe family.

  "Confound it," he muttered, clenching his big fist, "that's what worriesme! Maybe she just thinks of me as one of her brothers!"

  It hadn't occurred to him until he saw the light kindle in her eyes atthe sight of that smooth-tongued reptilian foreigner. He was on his waynow to her house, to put the thing to the test before she could leaveWashington. Thank God, the spider was tied down here at the SardinianMinistry. He hoped Victor Emmanuel would send him as Consul to Shanghai.

  Mrs. Barton met him at the door with a motherly smile.

  "Walk right in the parlor, Dick. It's sweet of you to come so earlyto-day. We're all in tears, packing to go. Jennie'll be delighted to seeyou. Poor child--she's sick over it all."

  Mrs. Barton pressed Dick's hand with the softest touch that reassuredhis fears. The only trouble about Mrs. Barton was she was gentle andfriendly to everybody, black and white, old and young, Yankee orSoutherner. She was even sorry for old John Brown when they hung him.

  "Poor thing, he was crazy," she said tenderly. "They ought to have senthim to the asylum."

  Try as he might, he couldn't fling off the impression of tragedy themeeting of Socola with Jennie had produced. He was in a nervous fit tosee and tell her of his love. Why the devil hadn't he done so beforeanyhow? They might have been engaged and ready to be married by thistime. They had met when she was sixteen.

  Why on earth couldn't he throw off the fool idea that he was going tolose her? His big fist suddenly closed with resolution.

  "I'll not lose her! I'll wring that viper's neck--I'll wade throughblood and death and the fires of h--"

  Just as he was plunging waist deep through the flames of the Pit, sheappeared in the door, the picture of wistful, tender beauty.

  He rose awkwardly and extended his hand.

  "Good morning, Dick!"

  "Good morning, Jennie--"

  Her hand was hot, her eyes heavy with tears.

  "What's the matter?" he asked.

  "As if you didn't know--I've been saying good-by to some of the dearestfriends I've ever known. It's terrible. I just feel it's the end of theworld--"

  He started to say: "Don't worry, Jennie darling, you have me. I loveyou!" The thought of it made the cold beads of perspiration suddenlystand out on his forehead. It was one thing to think suchthings--another to say it aloud to a girl with Jennie's serious browneyes.

  She seemed terribly serious this morning and far away somehow. Never hadhe seen her so utterly lovely. The mood of tender seriousness made hermore beautiful than ever. If he only dared to crush her in his arms andlaugh the smiles back into her eyes.

  When he spoke it was only a commonplace he managed to blurt out:

  "So you're really going to-morrow?"

  "Yes--we've telegraphed the boys to come home from school at once andjoin us in Montgomery."

  He tried to say it again, but the speech turned out to be political, notpersonal.

  "Of course Virginia'll stand by her Southern sisters, Jennie--"

  "Yes--"

  "It's just a few old moss-backs holding her. No army will ever marchacross her soil to fight a Southern State--"

  "I hope not."

  "Of course not. I'll meet them on the border with one musket anyhow--"

  The girl was looking out the window at the slowly drizzling rain andmade no answer. He flushed at her apparent indifference to his heroicstand.

  "Don't you believe I would?"

  "Would what, Dick?" she smiled, recovering herself from her reverie.

  It was no use beating about the bush, trying to talk politics. He had tomake the plunge.

  He suddenly took her hand in his.

  She threw him a startled look, sat bolt upright, made the faintesteffort to draw her hand away, and blushed furiously.

  He was in for it now. There was no retreat. He gripped with desperateearnestness, tried to speak, and choked.

  He drew a deep breath, tried again and only squeezed her hand harder.

  The girl began to smile in a sweet, triumphant way. It was nice, thisconscious power over a big, stunning six-footer who grasped her hand asa drowning man a straw. The sense of her strength was thrilling.

  She looked at him with demure reproach.

  "Dick!"

  He grinned sheepishly and clung to her hand.

  "Yes--Jennie--"

  "Do you know what you are doing?"

  "No--but--Iknow--what--I'm--trying--to--do--and--I'm--going--to--do--it--"

  Again his big hand crushed hers.

  "You're trying to break every bone in my hand as near as I can makeout--I'd like it back when you're through with it--"

  He found his tongue at last:

  "I--I--can't let you have it back, Jennie, I'm going to keep itforever--"

  "Really?"

  "Yes--I am. I--I love you--Jennie--don't you love me--just--a--littlebit?"

  The girl laughed.

  "No!"

  "Not the least--little--tiny--bit?"

  "I don't think so--"

  The hand slipped through his limp fingers and he stared at her in ahopeless, pitiful way.

  Her heart went out in a wave of tender sympathy. She put her hand backin his in a wistful touch.

  "I'm sorry, Dick dear, I didn't think you loved me in that way--"

  "What did you think I was hanging round you so much for?"

  "I knew you liked me, of course. And I like you--but I've never thoughtseriously about love."

  "There's no other fellow?"

  "Of course, not--"

  "You liked that Socola, didn't you?"

  "I liked him--yes--"

  "I thought so."

  "He's cultured, handsome, interesting--"

  "He's a sissy!"

  "Dick!"

  "A little wizened-faced rat--the spider-snake! I could break his longneck. Yes--you do like him! I saw it when you met him. You're throwingme down because you met him!"

  "Dick!"

  "But he shan't have you, I tell you--I'll show him I could lick athousand such sissies with one hand tied behind me."

  The girl rose with dignity.

  "Don't you dare to speak to me like that, sir--"

  "You're going to see that fellow again--I'll bet you've got anengagement with him now--to-night--to-day!"

  The slender figure rose.

  "I'll see him if I please--when I please and where I please and I'll notconsult you about it, Dick Welford--Good day!"

  Trembling with anger the big, awkward boy turned and stumbled out of thehouse.

 

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