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I expec' ter live in town with eddicated folks, ez be looked up ter, an' respected by all, an' kin make money, an' hev a sure-enough house." Her ambitious eyes swept the shadowy gables down the street. He broke out laughing; his voice was softer; his face relaxed. "Laws-a-massy! Dosia," he exclaimed, "yer head's plumb turned by one day's roamin' round town.
Leverich's meeting with Dosia had been characterized by a sort of brusque uninterest. He seemed to her indefinably lowered and coarsened in some way; his cheeks sagged; in his eyes was an unpleasant admission that he must bluster to avoid the detection of some weakness. And Dosia had lived in his house, eaten at his table, received benefits from him, caressed him prettily!
The vision of his sleeping, dead face of a month ago frightened her for a moment, painfully; but he had seemed better since, though, as Dosia said, he didn't look well. Oh, when he came home to-night ! She dressed herself with a new care, putting on a soft yellowish gown with a yoke of creamy lace, unworn for months.
"But I must see him," she cried hysterically she, the calm, easy-going Dosia, hysterical "I am his wife and oh, if he had died before I got here!" The nurse came forward. "In that case I suppose you must," she conceded. "But he does not expect you. I must prepare him for the surprise."
As a sweet, nice child she shrinks from it; but as a 'psychic, as they call her, she has no choice. These inner forces seem able to take her by the throat any minute. They seized her while I was there. Morton, she impersonated Aunt Dosia, and delivered the most vindictive message she scared me blue. You never saw anything more dramatic more awful." "What was the message?"
Blakely, her arms befloured, her hands in the dough, had observed him at the gate, while she stood at the biscuit-block in the shed-room, and although pining to rush forth and ask the latest news from the settlement and the comet, she only called out in a husky undertone: "'Dosia, 'Dosia, yander's Justus a-kemin' in the gate! Put on yer white apern, chile."
"Let me fill this," said Girard, taking the pitcher from her a rather large, clumsy majolica article with a twisted vine for a handle and carrying it over to the faucet. The intimacy of the hour and the scene emphasized the more the punctilious aloofness of this enforced companionship. Dosia leaned back against the table, while he let the water run, that it might grow cold.
Lois knew now that she had had this foreboding all day. "And you haven't heard anything of him yet?" "Not yet, Mrs. Alexander. I'm sorry oh, so sorry to have nothing more to tell you. But I'm sure we'll hear something before morning." Bailey Girard spoke with confidence, his eyes bent controllingly on Lois, who trembled as she stood in the little hallway, looking up at him, with Dosia behind her.
She war" he hesitated "liable ter be glad ter see ye, I reckon." There was a note of surprise in his brother's voice from which Wat shrank in sudden alarm. "Oh, 'Dosia! Course she war glad. I seen her jes' now, an' she told me ez ye hed kem down ter the lick ter git a shot at the deer, bein' ez she hed 'lowed the venison war powerful good 'bout now. I never stayed but a minute.
Until now Miss Dosia Dale had been only the chief feature in a newspaper story; the unknown quantity in a problem. She had meant no more to him than had the initials on her steamer-trunk. Now, through her beauty, through the distress in her eyes, through her warm and generous nature that had disclosed itself with her first words, she became a living, breathing, lovely, and lovable woman.
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