Part 20 (2/2)

If he were quite sure it was just Joyce's nonsense--but perhaps she had gone crazy. The thought stayed him.

Then he considered that in either case he must get the upper hand, and at once. All depended upon that.

”Go and set down,” he commanded, eyeing the girl as she stood in the open doorway. ”You don't 'spose we're going to live with open doors, do you?”

There was mastery in the tone, and, to gain her end, the woman resorted to her only course.

”Just--for to-night, Jude--just a little way open. I'd choke if I--shut him away so soon--and he so little and--and--all.”

Fear of what he did not understand roused in Jude a brutish desire to overcome this something that threatened. For a moment he decided to rush from the house and leave the thing to work out its own way; but second thought brought with it his plans, which must be set in motion at once.

This att.i.tude of Joyce's was a new obstacle, but if he conquered her, he might overcome it. So by sheer force of weak will he strode over to the woman who defied him, even while she pleaded, and grasped her roughly by the shoulder.

In that touch Joyce recognized what all suppressed and deprived womanhood has always felt, and she recoiled to reconnoitre.

”You do as I tell you, Joyce, and go and set down. The door is going to be shut and you take that in, plain and quick.” He drew her away, and slammed the door with a crash.

Joyce went quietly to her chair, but a new and terrible look came into her eyes.

Jude sat on the edge of the table, disregarding the spotless cover and soiled dishes. He wanted to be near Joyce in case of an outbreak, and he had much to say.

”Are you listening to me?” he asked slowly, as if he were speaking to a child.

”Oh! yes,” Joyce replied, and her tone rea.s.sured him; ”I'm listening.”

”Do you think you've ever taken me in any?”

The man's sullen black eyes held the clear, bluish-gray ones.

”Oh, never, Jude! You're terribly smart. I've always known that--but please--” the strained eyes turned for the last time toward the door.

”Cut that out!” said Jude. ”You're just acting. You can't pull me by the nose, but it will pay you to calm down and listen to what I've got to say. I've heard from your father!”

”Have you?” The white impa.s.sive face did not change expression.

”Yes; by thunder! I have; and as it concerns you as much as it does me, you better take more interest. I heard from him more'n two weeks ago. I met him, too, in the south woods, a few nights back.”

”What's he hiding for?” the monotonous tone jarred Jude more than any outbreak of temper could have done. His recent restraint, and his pent-up plans had worn his nerves to the raw edge. He was in the slow, consuming stage of emotions that was likely to lead him to a desperate move if he were balked.

”Now look here,” he blurted out; ”you and me has got to get down to business, and that to once! I've kept mum long of the kid's taking-off.”

Joyce's eyes widened as she stared through the open window over which the rose-vine was being lashed by a new storm.

”I've bided my time, and it was more for you than for me, you can bet.

”This is the big time of our lives, and I ain't going to hold back any facts what can make things clear and reasonable. Me and your father want you, maybe for different reasons, maybe not. You ain't the common sort, and we know you can help us. If you was like most women, him and me wouldn't have no compunctions about cutting, and leaving you to ways what you seem to hanker after. But he's actually pining for a sight of you, and even knowing what I do about you, I can't give you up! That's the plain situation as far as you're concerned, and you can take it for what it's worth. Are you listening?”

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