Part 61 (1/2)

Fannie wanted to say that Proudfit had no means except his wife's, but was still because a small rosy spot on either cheek-bone of the invalid was beginning to betray the intensity of his thought. She would have motioned to John to tell no more, if she could have done so unseen by Ravenel. However, the bridegroom himself turned the theme.

”Are you going down there before you go East?”

”No, Garnet and Bulger both urge me to go straight on. I'm mighty sorry I can't wait till you're well enough to go; but----”

On the pallid face in the pillow came the gentlest of smiles. Its fair, thin hand held toward Fannie a bunch of small keys, and their owner said,

”I wish, while you're getting your fare and berth tickets, you'd get two of each for us, John, will you?” He still smilingly held out the keys.

Fannie sat still. She tried to smile but turned very pale. ”Jeff-Jack,”

she gasped, ”you can't go. I beg you, don't try. I beg you, Jeff-Jack.”

”Got to, Fannie.” He sat up in the bed. John thrust a pillow behind him.

”Well, I--” her bloodless lips twitched painfully--”I can't let you go.

The doctor says he mustn't, John.”

Ravenel smiled on. ”Got to, Fannie. Come, take these and get John my pocketbook.”

Fannie rose. ”No, I tell you the solemn truth, even if you could go, I can't. I shouldn't get there alive. You certainly wouldn't--” she tried to speak playfully--”leave me behind, would you?”

”Have to, Fannie. State interest--simply imperative. Leave you plenty money.” He gave the keys a little shake. Her eyes burned through him, but he smiled on.

She took the keys. As she pa.s.sed through the door between the two rooms she supported herself against the jamb. John rose hurriedly, but stood dumb. In a few seconds she returned. As she neared him she seemed to trip on the carpet, staggered, fell, and would have struck the floor at full length but for John's quick arms. For an instant he held her whole slight weight. Her brow had fallen upon his shoulder. But quickly she lifted it and with one wild look into his face moaned, ”No,” and pushed herself from him into a rocking-chair.

The pocketbook lay on the floor. He would have handed it to her, but she motioned for him to give it to her husband. Ravenel drew from it three bank-notes, saying, as he pa.s.sed them to John--”Better engage two berths, but buy only one ticket. Then we can either----”

March, busy with his own pocketbook, made a sign that he understood. His fingers trembled, but when he lifted his eyes from them there was a solemn calm in his face and his jaws were set like steel. He handed back one of the notes, and with it something else which was neither coin nor currency.

”Does this mean----” quietly began Ravenel.

”Yes,” said John, ”I sell you my ticket. I shan't leave town till Miss Fannie's fit to travel.”

”Why, John!” For a single instant the sick man reddened. In the next he had recovered his old serenity. ”Why that's powerful kind of you.”

”Oh, no,” said March, with a boyish smile to Fannie, who was rising to move to a lounge, ”it's a mighty old----” He was going to say ”debt,”

but before Ravenel could more than catch his breath or John start half a step forward she had struck the lounge like a flail.

March sprang to her, s.n.a.t.c.hed up a gla.s.s of water, and seeing Ravenel's hand on the bell-pull at the bed's head cried, ”Ring for the maid, why don't you? She's fainted away.”

”Keep cool, old man,” said the bridegroom, with his quiet gaze on Fannie. Her eyes opened, and he withdrew his hand.

At seven that evening Ravenel, sitting in his sleeping-car seat, gave March his hand for good-by.

”Yes,” said John, ”and if the nurse I've got her isn't tip-top--George!

I'll find one that is!”