Part 4 (1/2)
”I felt stunned,” replied Hardy; ”it was all so sudden. I tried to push forward and to speak, but I was prevented. There was such an excitement, and Mr. Shaw was in a towering pa.s.sion--there's no doubt of that. I'm sorry she has left, though.”
”Well,” said Grannie, ”she's had the offer to take her place again if she likes.”
”Has she? Then he doesn't believe her to be guilty?”
”No; who would who knew her?”
”Who would, indeed?” answered the young man, a glow of pride and pleasure o& his face.
”I'll tell her you are here in a minute,” said Grannie, ”and then I'll leave you two the kitchen to yourselves. But before I go away I jest want to say one thing--Alison won't go back.”
”Won't?”
”No, nor would I let her. Alison will stay here till she's cleared.
You are in the shop, Jim, and it's your business to find the thief--that is, ef you love my girl, wot I take it you do.”
”With all my heart, that I do,” he replied.
”Then your work's cut out for you. Now you may see her.”
Grannie stepped across the kitchen. She opened Alison's door a quarter of an inch.
”Jim's here, Ally,” she said. ”I've a job of work in my bedroom, and the children are out of the way. You two can have the kitchen to yourselves ef you want to talk.”
Alison's low reply was scarcely discernible. Grannie went into her bedroom, clicking the door behind her. A moment or two later Hardy heard Alison step lightly across her room. She came out of it, crossed the kitchen, and approached his side. Her face was perfectly white, her lips trembled with emotion. She still wore her shop dress, but there was a disheveled sort of look about her which the young man had never noticed before.
Her beautiful fair hair was rumpled and in disorder, her deep-blue eyes looked pathetic owing to the tears she had shed. The young man's whole heart went out to her at a great bound. How beautiful she was! How unlike any other girl he had ever seen! How much he loved her in her hour of trouble!
”Oh, Alison,” he said, speaking the first words that came to his lips, ”I could die for you--there!”
Alison burst into tears. Jim put his arm round her; she did not repulse him. He drew her close to him, and she laid her head on his shoulder. He had never held her so close to him before; he had never yet kissed her; now he kissed her soft hair as it brushed against his cheek.
”There, there,” he said, after a moment or two, during which she sobbed in a sort of luxury of grief and happiness; ”there, there, my darlin', I am between you and all the troubles of this hard world.”
”Oh, Jim, but I can't have it,” she answered.
She remembered herself in a moment, withdrew her head from his shoulder, pressed back his hands, which struggled to hold her, and seated herself on a low stool at the opposite side of the little stove.
”It's all over, dear Jim,” she said. ”I do love you, I don't deny it; but I must say 'no' to-night.”
”But why,” said Hardy, ”why should a nasty, spiteful bit of misadventure like what happened to-day divide you and me? There is no sense in it, Alison.”
”Sense or no, we can't be engaged,” replied Alison. ”I won't have it; I love you too well. I'll never marry anybody while it's held over me that I'm a thief.”
”But, darlin', you are no more a thief than I am; you are jest the most beautiful and the best girl in all the world. I'll never marry anybody ef I don't marry you, Ally. Oh, I think it is cruel of you to turn me away jest because you happen to be the last person seen going to the till.”
”I'm sorry if I seem cruel, Jim,” she replied, ”but my mind is quite made up. It's a week to-night since you asked me to be your wife. I love yer, I don't pretend to deny it; I've loved yer for many a month, and my heart leaped with joy when you said you loved me, and of course I meant to say 'yes.' But now everything is changed; I'm young, only seventeen, and whatever we do now means all our lives, Jim, yours and mine. This morning I were so happy--yes, that I were; and I just longed for to-night to come, and I was fit to fly when I went to the shop, although there was a fog, and poor Grannie's hand was so painful that she had to go to see the doctor at the hospital; but then came the blow, and it changed everything, just everything.”
”I can't see it,” interrupted Jim; ”I can't see your meaning; it has not changed your love nor mine, and that's the only thing that seems to me of much moment. You jest want me more than ever now, and I guess that if you loved me before, you love me better now, so why don't you say 'yes'?”
”I can't,” she replied; ”I have thought it all over. I was stunned at first, but for the last hour or two everything has been very plain to me. I am innocent, Jim. I no more took that note out of the till than you did; but it's gone, and I'm suspected. I was accused of taking it, before the whole shop. I'm branded, that's what I feel, and nothing can take away the brand, and the pain, and the soreness, except being cleared. If I were to say 'yes' to you to-night, Jim, and let you love me, and kiss me, and by and by take me afore the parson, and make me your lawful wife--I--I wouldn't be the sort of girl you really love.