Part 44 (1/2)

Rosie was glad enough to be definite. ”I don't mind telling you, Danny, that it's Ellen I'm talking about. I just don't know what to do about it and maybe you'll be able to help me.”

Danny listened carefully while Rosie slowly unfolded her story. ”And, Danny,” she said, as she reached the present in her narrative, ”that St.

Louis fellow's just dead gone on her--that's all there is about it. He's sending her picture postcards every day or every other day. I can't help knowing because they come to the house. I suppose he doesn't like to send them to the shop where the other girls would see them. He used to sign the postcards with his full name but now he only signs 'Harry.'

Now, Danny, do you think it's nice for a girl that's engaged to let another fella send her postcards and sign 'em 'Harry'?”

Danny ruminated a moment. ”Well, if you ask me, Rosie, I don't believe that's so awful bad.”

”But, Danny, that ain't all! Listen here: last week he sent a big box of candy from Cleveland and this morning another box came from Pittsburg.

And there was a postcard this morning and what do you think it said? 'I just can't wait till Sat.u.r.day night!' And it was signed, 'With love, Harry.' Now, Danny, what can that mean? I bet anything he's coming to spend Sunday with her and, if he does come, what in the world am I to do about it?”

Danny patted her hand gently. ”Rosie dear, I don't see that you're to do anything about it. Why do you want to do anything? Isn't it Ellen's little party?”

Rosie shook off his hand impatiently. ”I don't care about Ellen's side of it! I'm thinking about Jarge! This kind of thing ain't square to him, and that's all there is about it!”

”Of course it ain't,” Danny agreed. ”But, after all, Rosie, if Ellen prefers Harry to Jarge, I don't see what we can do about it.”

”But, Danny, she's engaged to Jarge!”

”Well, maybe she'll get disengaged.”

Rosie shook her head. ”You don't know Jarge. Jarge is a fighter. And I'll tell you something else: once he gets a thing he never gives it up.

Now he's got Ellen or he thinks he's got her and he's going to keep her, too. You just ought to see him when he's around Ellen. He's awful, Danny, honest he is! He's so crazy about her that he forgets everything else. If he thought she was fooling him, I think he might kill her--really, Danny. And she's afraid of him, too. Why, if she wasn't afraid of him, she'd break her engagement in a minute and tell him so. I know that as well as I know anything. She expects to marry him. She's scared not to now. But that don't keep her from letting those other fellows act the fool with her. And if Jarge hears about them, I tell you one thing: there's going to be the deuce to pay. Excuse the language, Danny, but it's true.”

Danny was impressed but not as impressed as Rosie expected. ”That's worse than I thought,” he admitted; ”but I don't see that there's any great danger. Jarge is in the country and not likely to pop in on her, is he?”

”No,” Rosie answered, ”he's not coming till Thanksgiving.”

”Thanksgiving, do you say? Well, that's four weeks off. Plenty of things can happen in four weeks.”

In spite of herself, Rosie began to feel rea.s.sured. ”But, Danny,” she insisted, ”even if it's not dangerous, don't you think it's crooked for a girl that's engaged to let other men give her presents and take her out?”

”Maybe it is and maybe it ain't. I dunno. It's hard to make a rule about it. You see it's this way, Rosie: When a girl's engaged she's usually in love with the fella she's engaged to, or why is she engaged to him? Now, when she's in love, she don't want presents from any but one man.

Presents from other fellas don't interest her. So, you see, there's no need to be makin' a rule, for the thing settles itself. Now if Ellen is getting presents from this new fella, Harry, it looks to me like she ain't very much in love with Jarge.”

”That's exactly what I'm telling you, Danny. She's not.”

”So the likelihood is, she's not going to marry Jarge.” Danny concluded with a smile that was intended to cheer Rosie.

”I wish she wasn't,” Rosie murmured. Then she added hastily: ”No, I don't mean that, because it would break Jarge's heart!”

Danny scoffed: ”Break Jarge's heart, indeed! Many a young hothead before Jarge has had a broken heart and got over it!”

”But, Danny,” Rosie wailed, ”you don't know Jarge!”

There were such depths of tenderness in Rosie's tone that Danny checked the smile which was on his lips and made the hearty declaration: ”He sure is a fine lad, this same Jarge!”

”Well, Danny, listen here: if Harry comes on Sat.u.r.day, shall I tell Jarge?”