"It's enough that you should be here now," he went on, bravely, his voice steady, though his hand shook."Nothing so wonderful as your staying could ever actually happen.It's just a light coming into a dark room and out again.One day, long ago--I never forgot it--some apple-blossoms blew by me as I passed an orchard; and it's like that, too.But, oh, my dear, when you go you'll leave a fragrance in my heart that will last!"She turned toward him, her face suffused with a rosy light."You'd rather have died than have said that to me once," she cried."I'm glad you're weak enough now to confess it!"He sank down again into his chair and his arms fell heavily on the desk."Confess it!" he cried, despairingly."And you don't deny that you're going away again--so it's true! I wish I hadn't realized it so soon.I think I'd rather have tried to fool myself about it a little longer!""Joe," she cried, in a voice of great pain, "you mustn't feel like that! How do you know I'm going away again? Why should I want the old house put in order unless I mean to stay? And if I went, you know that I could never change; you know how I've always cared for you--""Yes," he said, "I do know how.It was always the same and it always will be, won't it?""I've shown that," she returned, quickly.
"Yes.You say I know how you've cared for me--and I do.I know HOW.It's just in one certain way--Jonathan and David--""Isn't that a pretty good way, Joe?""Never fear that I don't understand!" He got to his feet again and looked at her steadily.
"Thank you, Joe." She wiped sudden tears from her eyes.
"Don't you be sorry for me," he said."Do you think that `passing the love of women' isn't enough for me?""No," she answered, humbly.
"I'll have people at work on the old house to-morrow," he began."And for the--""I've kept you so long!" she interrupted, helped to a meek sort of gayety by his matter-of-fact tone.
"Good-night, Joe." She gave him her hand."Idon't want you to come with me.It isn't very late and this is Canaan.""I want to come with you, however," he said, picking up his hat."You can't go alone.""But you are so tired, you--"She was interrupted.There were muffled, flying footsteps on the stairs, and a shabby little man ran furtively into the room, shut the door behind him, and set his back against it.His face was mottled like a colored map, thick lines of perspiration shining across the splotches.
"Joe," he panted, "I've got Nashville good, and he's got me good, too;--I got to clear out.He's fixed me good, damn him! but he won't trouble nobody--"Joe was across the room like a flying shadow.
"QUIET!" His voice rang like a shot, and on the instant his hand fell sharply across the speaker's mouth."In THERE, Happy!"He threw an arm across the little man's shoulders and swung him toward the door of the other room.
Happy Fear looked up from beneath the down-bent brim of his black slouch hat; his eyes followed an imperious gesture toward Ariel, gave her a brief, ghastly stare, and stumbled into the inner chamber.
"Wait!" Joe said, cavalierly, to Ariel.He went in quickly after Mr.Fear and closed the door.
This was Joseph Louden, Attorney-at-Law; and to Ariel it was like a new face seen in a flash-light --not at all the face of Joe.The sense of his strangeness, his unfamiliarity in this electrical aspect, overcame her.She was possessed by astonishment: Did she know him so well, after all? The strange client had burst in, shaken beyond belief with some passion unknown to her, but Joe, alert, and masterful beyond denial, had controlled him instantly; had swept him into the other room as with a broom.Could it be that Joe sometimes did other things in the same sweeping fashion?
She heard a match struck in the next room, and the voices of the two men: Joe's, then the other's, the latter at first broken and protestive, but soon rising shrilly.She could hear only fragments.
Once she heard the client cry, almost scream:
"By God! Joe, I thought Claudine had chased him around there to DO me!" And, instantly, followed Louden's voice:
"STEADY, HAPPY, STEADY!"
The name "Claudine" startled her; and although she had had no comprehension of the argot of Happy Fear, the sense of a mysterious catastrophe oppressed her; she was sure that something horrible had happened.She went to the window;touched the shade, which disappeared upward immediately, and lifted the sash.The front of a square building in the Court-house Square was bright with lights; and figures were passing in and out of the Main Street doors.She remembered that this was the jail.
"Claudine!" The voice of the husband of Claudine was like the voice of one lamenting over Jerusalem.
"STEADY, HAPPY, STEADY!"
"But, Joe, if they git me, what'll she do? She can't hold her job no longer--not after this...."The door opened, and the two men came out, Joe with his hand on the other's shoulder.The splotches had gone from Happy's face, leaving it an even, deathly white.He did not glance toward Ariel; he gazed far beyond all that was about him; and suddenly she was aware of a great tragedy.
The little man's chin trembled and he swallowed painfully; nevertheless he bore himself upright and dauntlessly as the two walked slowly to the door, like men taking part in some fateful ceremony.Joe stopped upon the landing at the head of the stairs, but Happy Fear went on, clumping heavily down the steps.
"It's all right, Happy," said Joe."It's better for you to go alone.Don't you worry.I'll see you through.It will be all right.""Just as YOU say, Joe," a breaking voice came back from the foot of the steps,--"just as YOU say!"The lawyer turned from the landing and went rapidly to the window beside Ariel.Together they watched the shabby little figure cross the street below; and she felt an infinite pathos gathering about it as it paused for a moment, hesitating, underneath the arc-lamp at the corner.They saw the white face lifted as Happy Fear gave one last look about him; then he set his shoulders sturdily, and steadfastly entered the door of the jail.
Joe took a deep breath."Now we'll go," he said."I must be quick.""What was it?" she asked, tremulously, as they reached the street."Can you tell me?""Nothing--just an old story."He had not offered her his arm, but walked on hurriedly, a pace ahead of her, though she came as rapidly as she could.She put her hand rather timidly on his sleeve, and without need of more words from her he understood her insistence.
"That was the husband of the woman who told you her story," he said."Perhaps it would shock you less if I tell you now than if you heard it to-morrow, as you will.He's just shot the other man.""Killed him!" she gasped.
"Yes," he answered."He wanted to run away, but I wouldn't let him.He has my word that I'll clear him, and I made him give himself up."
