Part 13 (2/2)

Dannie sat down, and staring at him Jimmy saw that there were patches of white hair at his temples that had been brown a week before; his colorless face was sunken almost to the bone, and there was a peculiar twist about his mouth. Jimmy's heart weighed heavily, his tongue stood still, and he was afraid to the marrow in his bones.

”I think she will live,” repeated Dannie. ”And about the suffering more, we will face that like men, and see what can be done about it.

This makes three little graves on the hill, Jimmy, what do they mean to ye?”

”Domn bad luck,” said Jimmy promptly.

”Nothing more?” asked Dannie. ”Na responsibility at all. Ye are the father of those children. Have ye never been to the doctor, and asked why ye lost them?”

”No, I haven't,” said Jimmy.

”That is ane thing we will do now,” said Dannie, ”and then we will do more, much more.”

”What are you driving at?” asked Jimmy.

”The secret of Mary's heart,” said Dannie.

The cold sweat ran from the pores of Jimmy's body. He licked his dry lips, and pulled his hat over his eyes, that he might watch Dannie from under the brim.

”We are twa big, strong men,” said Dannie. ”For fifteen years we have lived here wi' Mary. The night ye married her, the licht of happiness went out for me. But I shut my mouth, and shouldered my burden, and went on with my best foot first; because if she had na refused me, I should have married her, and then ye would have been the one to suffer.

If she had chosen me, I should have married her, juist as ye did. Oh, I've never forgotten that! So I have na been a happy mon, Jimmy. We winna go into that any further, we've been over it once. It seems to be a form of torture especially designed fra me, though at times I must confess, it seems rough, and I canna see why, but we'll cut that off with this: life has been h.e.l.l's hottest sweat-box fra me these fifteen years.”

Jimmy groaned aloud. Dannie's keen gray eyes seemed boring into the soul of the man before him, as he went on.

”Now how about ye? Ye got the girl ye wanted. Ye own a guid farm that would make ye a living, and save ye money every year. Ye have done juist what ye pleased, and as far as I could, I have helped ye. I've had my eye on ye pretty close, Jimmy, and if YE are a happy mon, I dinna but I'm content as I am. What's your trouble? Did ye find ye dinna love Mary after ye won her? Did ye murder your mither or blacken your soul with some deadly sin? Mon! If I had in my life what ye every day neglect and torture, Heaven would come doon, and locate at the foot of the Rainbow fra me. But, ye are no happy, Jimmy. Let's get at the root of the matter. While ye are unhappy, Mary will be also. We are responsible to G.o.d for her, and between us, she is empty armed, near to death, and almost dumb with misery. I have juist sworn to her on the cross she loves that if she will make ane more effort, and get well, we will make her happy. Now, how are we going to do it?”

Another great groan burst from Jimmy, and he s.h.i.+vered as if with a chill.

”Let us look ourselves in the face,” Dannie went on, ”and see what we lack. What can we do fra her? What will bring a song to her lips, licht to her beautiful eyes, love to her heart, and a living child to her arms? Wake up, mon! By G.o.d, if ye dinna set to work with me and solve this problem, I'll shake a solution out of ye! What I must suffer is my own, but what's the matter with ye, and why, when she loved and married ye, are ye breakin' Mary's heart? Answer me, mon!”

Dannie reached over and s.n.a.t.c.hed the hat from Jimmy's forehead, and stared at an inert heap. Jimmy lay senseless, and he looked like death.

Dannie rushed down to the water with the hat, and splashed drops into Jimmy's face until he gasped for breath. When he recovered a little, he shrank from Dannie, and began to sob, as if he were a sick ten-year-old child.

”I knew you'd go back on me, Dannie,” he wavered. ”I've lost the only frind I've got, and I wish I was dead.”

”I havena gone back on ye,” persisted Dannie, bathing Jimmy's face.

”Life means nothing to me, save as I can use it fra Mary, and fra ye.

Be quiet, and sit up here, and help me work this thing out. Why are ye a discontented mon, always wis.h.i.+ng fra any place save home? Why do ye spend all ye earn foolishly, so that ye are always hard up, when ye might have affluence? Why does Mary lose her children, and why does she noo wish she had na married ye?”

”Who said she wished she hadn't married me?” cried Jimmy.

”Do ye mean to say ye think she doesn't?” blazed Dannie.

”I ain't said anything!” exclaimed Jimmy.

”Na, and I seem to have d.a.m.n poor luck gettin' ye TO say anything. I dinna ask fra tears, nor faintin' like a woman. Be a mon, and let me into the secret of this muddle. There is a secret, and ye know it. What is it? Why are ye breaking the heart o' Mary Malone? Answer me, or 'fore G.o.d I'll wring the answer fra your body!”

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