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You can have that fat porpoise or any other woman come to see you, and when you're ridin' 'em around in the new car I'm goin' to get you, they'll be green with envy. You'll see. Let me run this." His absorption in Geraldine had distracted Carder's attention from the fact that he was not hearing the departure of that most satirically named engine of misery, "The Silent Traveler."
His dull wits received a novel sharpening. Carder's few words had transformed the situation. His goddess had not been stolen. He recalled that first night when he had forced her back into her room to save his own life, unmoved by her pleading. Her sweetness had given him courage to risk concealing the tall visitor's letter and conveying it to her.
"Because I love you," said the low sweet voice of Vivian Standish, as he paced very slowly, with Honor Edgeworth, by his side, up and down through the crowd that had assembled on Carder's Square, to enjoy the excellent music of the Governor-General's Foot Guards' Band which was filling the evening air with its dreamy strains.
Tell me you'll let me take care of you always, and knock Carder's few remaining teeth down his throat if he ever comes in sight. Tell me you do you like me a little." Geraldine's entrancing smile was still lighting her pensive eyes. "Oh, no, I don't like you. How can I? People don't like utter strangers.
"Pete," she whispered, "Pete, you will let me pass!" "I'm sorry, lady. He'd kill me. He'd tear me to pieces," came back the whisper. "Please, Pete," desperately, "I'll do anything for you. Please, please!" For answer the long arms pushed her back through the open door. Another door opened and Rufus Carder's nasal voice sounded. "You there, Pete?" A sonorous snore was the only answer.
"She don't wear black, but she's in mournin' all the same. Her father died recently. Ain't you in mournin', Geraldine?" He turned toward the girl. She had dropped her hands and seized the back of her chair for support. "Yes," she breathed despairingly. "Can't I see you for a few minutes, Miss Melody?" said Ben over the wrathful Carder's shoulder. "Miss Upton sent me to you. My name is Barry."
The apprehension in the old eyes under Carder's scowl had given place to curiosity. "I have come to help you," said Geraldine, "I must get used to fewer conveniences." "It's nice of you to say that," said the old woman, "Rufus don't want you to work much, though." "But of course I shall," returned the girl quickly. "I'm much better able to work than you are."
She knew nothing of Rufus Carder's shot-gun, and she was thinking of Geraldine's earnest request that Ben Barry should forget her. "Now, stop that right away, my child," she said, enjoying herself hugely. She had seen Ben Barry's heart in his eyes as he came walking under the apple blossoms yesterday and this revelation of Geraldine's was most pleasing. "Stop cryin'," she said with authority.
I should suppose if he is public-spirited his being in the neighborhood would be a great advantage to the village." "Yus, if," returned the grocer, scornfully. "The bark on a tree ain't a circumstance to him. Queer now, ain't it?" he went on argumentatively. "Carder's a rich man, and so many o' these-here rich men, they act as if they wasn't ever goin' to die.
Carder's right eye. She disapproved his assured proprietary air and she disapproved him the more that she could see repulsion in the young girl's suddenly pale countenance. She had time for only one strong pressure of a little hand before Geraldine was whisked away and she was left standing there stunned by the suddenness of it all. "I never asked where it was!" she ejaculated suddenly.
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