Part 43 (1/2)

”Wouldn't go North, or wouldn't see what every other living soul in Hartley sees?” she asked curtly. Then she stepped inside to put on her hat and gloves.

Kate looked at the doctor in dismay. ”Oh, Robert!” she said.

”I give you my word of honour, Kate,” he said. ”If Nancy Ellen only would be reasonable, the woman would see shortly that my wife is all the world to me. I never have been, and never shall be, untrue to her.

Does that satisfy you?”

”Of course,” said Kate. ”I'll do all in my power to talk Nancy Ellen out of that, on this trip. Oh, if she only had children to occupy her time!”

”That's the whole trouble in a nutsh.e.l.l,” said the doctor; ”but you know there isn't a scarcity of children in the world. Never a day pa.s.ses but I see half a dozen who need me, sorely. But with Nancy Ellen, NO CHILD will do unless she mothers it, and unfortunately, none comes to her.”

”Too bad!” said Kate. ”I'm so sorry!”

”Cheer her up, if you can,” said the doctor.

An hour later they were speeding north, Nancy Ellen moody and distraught, Kate as frankly delighted as any child. The spring work was over; the crops were fine; Adam would surely have the premium wheat to take to the County Fair in September; he would work unceasingly for his chance with corn; he and Polly would be all right; she could see Polly waiting in the stable yard while Adam unharnessed and turned out the horse.

Kate kept watching Nancy Ellen's discontented face. At last she said: ”Cheer up, child! There isn't a word of truth in it!”

”I know it,” said Nancy Ellen.

”Then why take the way of all the world to start, and KEEP people talking?” asked Kate.

”I'm not doing a thing on earth but attending strictly to my own business,” said Nancy Ellen.

”That's exactly the trouble,” said Kate. ”You're not. You let the little heifer have things all her own way. If it were my man, and I loved him as you do Robert Gray, you can stake your life I should be doing something, several things, in fact.”

”This is interesting,” said Nancy Ellen. ”For example--?”

Kate had not given such a matter a thought. She looked from the window a minute, her lips firmly compressed. Then she spoke slowly: ”Well, for one thing, I should become that woman's bosom companion. About seven times a week I should uncover her most aggravating weakness all unintentionally before the man in the case, at the same time keeping myself, strictly myself. I should keep steadily on doing and being what he first fell in love with. Lastly, since eighteen years have brought you no fulfillment of the desire of your heart, I should give it up, and content myself and delight him by taking into my heart and home a couple of the most attractive tiny babies I could find. Two are scarcely more trouble than one; you can have all the help you will accept; the children would never know the difference, if you took them as babies, and soon you wouldn't either; while Robert would be delighted. If I were you, I'd give myself something to work for besides myself, and I'd give him so much to think about at home, that charming young gra.s.s widows could go to gra.s.s!”

”I believe you would,” said Nancy Ellen, wonderingly. ”I believe you would!”

”You're might right, I would,” said Kate. ”If I were married to a man like Robert Gray, I'd fight tooth and nail before I'd let him fall below his high ideals. It's as much your job to keep him up, as it is his to keep himself. If G.o.d didn't make him a father, I would, and I'd keep him BUSY on the job, if I had to adopt sixteen.”

Nancy Ellen laughed, as they went to their berths. The next morning they awakened in cool Michigan country and went speeding north among evergreen forests and clear lakes mirroring the pointed forest tops and blue sky, past slas.h.i.+ng, splas.h.i.+ng streams, in which they could almost see the speckled trout darting over the beds of white sand. By late afternoon they had reached their destination and were in their rooms, bathed, dressed, and ready for the dinner hour. In the evening they went walking, coming back to the hotel tired and happy. After several days they began talking to people and making friends, going out in fis.h.i.+ng and boating parties in the morning, driving or boating in the afternoon, and attending concerts or dances at night. Kate did not dance, but she loved to see Nancy Ellen when she had a sufficiently tall, graceful partner; while, as she watched the young people and thought how innocent and happy they seemed, she asked her sister if they could not possibly arrange for Adam and Polly to go to Hartley a night or two a week that winter, and join the dancing cla.s.s. Nancy Ellen was frankly delighted, so Kate cautiously skirted the school question in such a manner that she soon had Nancy Ellen asking if it could not be arranged. When that was decided, Nancy Ellen went to dance, while Kate stood on the veranda watching her. The lights from the window fell strongly on Kate. She was wearing her evening dress of smoky gray, soft fabric, over s.h.i.+ning silk, with knots of dull blue velvet and gold lace here and there. She had dressed her hair carefully; she appeared what she was, a splendid specimen of healthy, vigorous, clean womanhood.

”Pardon me, Mrs. Holt,” said a voice at her elbow, ”but there's only one head in this world like yours, so this, of course, must be you.”

Kate's heart leaped and stood still. She turned slowly, then held out her hand, smiling at John Jardine, but saying not a word. He took her hand, and as he gripped it tightly he studied her frankly.

”Thank G.o.d for this!” he said, fervently. ”For years I've dreamed of you and hungered for the sight of your face; but you cut me off squarely, so I dared not intrude on you--only the Lord knows how delighted I am to see you here, looking like this.”

Kate smiled again.

”Come away,” he begged. ”Come out of this. Come walk a little way with me, and tell me WHO you are, and HOW you are, and all the things I think of every day of my life, and now I must know. It's brigandage!

Come, or I shall carry you!”

”Pooh! You couldn't!” laughed Kate. ”Of course I'll come! And I don't own a secret. Ask anything you want to know. How good it is to see you! Your mother--?”

”At rest, years ago,” he said. ”She never forgave me for what I did, in the way I did it. She said it would bring disaster, and she was right. I thought it was not fair and honest not to let you know the worst. I thought I was too old, and too busy, and too flouris.h.i.+ng, to repair neglected years at that date, but believe me, Kate, you waked me up. Try the hardest one you know, and if I can't spell it, I'll pay a thousand to your pet charity.”