Part 46 (2/2)

Roger interrupted her by leaning back in his chair and breaking out into an irrepressible laugh. ”So you are going to interfere in behalf of the small boy's interests? My venerable friend, permit me to remind you that I am six feet high in my stockings, and have lately reached the mature age of twenty-one.”

”Roger,” replied Mildred, with a pained look on her face, ”I'm in earnest, and I've lain awake nearly all of two nights thinking about it.”

”Millie, your oysters are getting cold. You don't know anything about boys, much less about men. Don't you know I'll be much more amiable after supper? It's the nature of the male animal, and what's the use of going against nature?”

”Oh, Roger, listen to me. I'm desperately in earnest. To let you sacrifice such prospects as Mrs. Wheaton said your uncle held out to you for our sakes oppresses me with guilt. I can't eat anything--you don't realize--”

”Millie Jocelyn,” said Roger, his face becoming grave and gentle, ”I know what you are driving at. You might as well try to stop Spring from coming on. I'm going to be your honest, faithful friend, so help me G.o.d! Even if you left me now and refused to speak to me again, I'd watch over you and yours in every way I could. It's my good destiny, and I thank G.o.d for it, for I feel it's making a man of me. I won't deceive you in one iota, and I admit to my shame that my worldly old uncle tempted me that night, especially after I saw from your face just how you felt. Even then my hope was that I could do more for you by yielding to his views than if I stood out against them, but a little thought convinced me that you would starve rather than take aid from one who would not give open friends.h.i.+p and companions.h.i.+p, and you would be right. Oh, I exult in your pride, and respect you for it. You are my ideal woman, Millie, and if my uncle had owned this island, and had offered it all to me, I'd have made a wretched bargain in giving up for it the privilege of being here this evening, with the right to look you straight in the eyes without shame. If I had yielded to him then, as the devil tempted me to, I'd never have known another day of self-respect or happiness. I'm building now on the rock of honor and manhood, and you can't say anything that will change my purpose.

I know what I am about if I am only a 'boy'; and Mr. Wentworth, who has been told all, approves of my course. So eat your oysters, Millie, and submit to the inevitable.”

”Oh, Roger, Roger, what shall I say to you?”

”Look here, Millie; if you were in my place, would you desert a brave, true girl in misfortune? No; unlike me, you would never have hesitated a moment.”

”But, Roger, as you say you--you--saw in my face a truth that absolved you--”

”What I saw in your face,” he said gravely, ”is my misfortune.

It is not anything for which you are to blame in the least. And, Millie, I'd rather have your friends.h.i.+p than any other woman's love.

I'm choosing my own course with my eyes open, and, thank G.o.d, I've chosen rightly. I'd have been the most miserable fellow in the whole city if I had chosen otherwise. Now I'm happy. It's all right. I've vowed to be a brother to Belle, and to do all in my power for your sweet, gentle mother. I've vowed to be your true friend in all respects, and if you protested till Doomsday it wouldn't make any difference. I've written to my mother, and I know her well enough to be sure that she will approve of my course. So will my father by and by. He isn't bad at heart, but, like uncle, a dollar is so large in his eyes that it hides the sun. Be that as it may, I'm just as much of an Atwood as he is, and can be just as obstinate in doing what I know to be right as he can be in requiring a course that would spoil my life. Millie, there never was a soldier, in all the past, braver than you have shown yourself to be, and you are a delicate girl that I could carry like a child. Do you advise a young, strong-handed fellow to play the coward, and desert the women I love and honor in their sore need and danger? You have looked on only one side of this question, and you must not think so meanly of me as to even suggest anything of the kind again.”

”Roger, Roger, can you realize what you are saying?” Mildred faltered, a slow, painful flush crimsoning her face. ”How can you honor those who are so disgraced? You don't know what papa has become. The world will share your uncle's views concerning us.”

”I do know all about your father, Millie, and I pity him from the depths of my soul. He is the dark background which brings out your absolute truth and purity. I do honor you and Mrs. Jocelyn as I honor my own mother, and I intend to prove myself worthy of your respect at least, for its loss would be fatal to me. I even honor your rare fidelity, though it stands so awfully in my way. Now, surely, we understand each other. But, come, this is far too serious talk for a restaurant and the supper-table. I am now going to give my whole soul to oysters, and I adjure you by our bonds to do the same. Here's to our friends.h.i.+p, Millie, and may I be choked the moment I'm false to it!” and he drained a generous cup of coffee.

”You won't listen to me, then,” she said, with a face wherein perplexity, relief, and grat.i.tude were blended.

”I won't listen to a word that will make me the most miserable wretch in the world, and you won't get rid of me as long as I live.

So, there, you might as well submit to fate and eat your oysters.”

Her expression became very grave and resolute. ”Roger,” she said slowly, ”I did not know there was so kind and true a man in the world. I will do anything that you can ask.”

His eyes suddenly became infinitely wistful and tender, and then he gave himself a little characteristic shake as he said, rather brusquely, ”I accept that promise, and shall at once tax it to the utmost with the request that you eat a jolly good supper and call on me every time I can aid you.”

Her glance in response warmed his soul, and then she gave herself up to social friendliness in a way which proved that a great burden had been taken from her heart. On their way home, however, she hinted her fears in regard to Belle, and Roger understood her thoroughly. For the next few days he watched the young girl, and soon satisfied himself as to the character of the man who was pursuing her. His object now was to obtain some ground for brotherly interference, and one Sat.u.r.day evening, while following Belle home, he saw a young man join her and receive an undoubted welcome. He soon became aware that matters were progressing fast and far, for the young people wandered off into unfrequented streets, and once, where the shadows were deepest, he saw Belle's attendant steal his arm about her waist and kiss her. Belle's protest was not very vigorous, and when at last they parted in the pa.s.sageway that led to Belle's home the kiss was repeated and not resented at all.

Roger followed the young man, and said, ”You have just parted from Miss Belle Jocelyn.”

”Well, that's my affair.”

”You will find yourself so greatly mistaken that you had better answer my questions honestly. What are your intentions toward her?

I have the right to ask.”

”None of your business.”

”Look here, young man, she has acknowledged me as her brother, and as a brother I feel toward her. I've only a few plain words to say. If your intentions are honorable I'll not interfere, although I know all about you, and you are not my style of man by any means.

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