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The behaviour of the boys in the boat on the day of the accident had at last reached her ears, for, with such excitement prevailing and Jerry-Jo reduced to periods of nervous babbling as he repeated again and again the story, Mary was certain of overhearing the details. As far as possible she verified every word.
I could have explained to you you would have understood, but father never! I am going to the States. Good-bye." "My child! oh! my girl!" "Good-bye, dear mother." "Oh, Priscilla! Do not leave us so!" "This is the only way." "But, you you are not yet wedded." Priscilla smiled. "You must leave that to Jerry-Jo and me. And now a kiss and the dear cheek against mine. So!"
He secretly and furiously objected to the dancing and visits in Farwell's cottage. He was ashamed to voice this feeling, for Farwell was his friend and had taught him all he knew, but Farwell's age did not in the least blind Jerry-Jo to the fact that he was a man, and he did not enjoy seeing Priscilla so free and easy with any other of the male sex, be he ancient enough to topple into the grave.
Presently she saw the little house, her father's house, and there was a light shining from the kitchen window. Jerry-Jo, still preceding her, tapped on the outer door, but when the door fell open Jerry-Jo was gone! Alone, Priscilla confronted her father, and saw with surprise that he evidently expected her.
Slowly a luxurious sense of weariness overcame her and again she leaned back on her pillow and sank into a semiconscious sleep. Balanced between life and the oblivion, into which reason enters blindfolded, she made no resistance, but was swayed by every passing wave of thought, memory, and vision. The voice outside merged presently into Jerry-Jo McAlpin's.
Sometimes in the long nights he clung to her like a child, for she was very good to him; very, very devoted. One night, when all the world seemed sleeping, he whispered to her: "You you don't know, really?" Priscilla thought he was wandering, and said gently: "No, Jerry-Jo, really I do not know." "What will you give me if I tell you the biggest secret in the world?"
It was early, very early morning, not more than four o'clock, and the stars were bright and the hemlocks black, and the red rocks looked soft in the shadows, like pillows. And over the Green, loping and inquisitive, came Sandy McAdam's dog, Bounder. How natural and restful the scene was! Then it was Jerry-Jo, not Priscilla, who was leading.
It's all evened up. And I do say," Mary went on, "that all considering, Jerry-Jo is doing the handsome thing. I ain't picking flaws in her maybe she's as clean as the cleanest, but there's them who wouldn't believe it, as you both very well know." This last was to include Mrs. McAdam, who had issued from the closet with an ugly look on her thin, dark face.
I should have known better than to let the half-breed scamp go. 'Twas pity as moved me. Jerry-Jo is one as thinks rocking a boat is spirit, and yelling for help, when no help is needed, a rare joke. The young devil!" Doctor Ledyard and Dick stayed on after getting the mail. A strange, tense feeling was growing in the place. Mary's terror was contagious.
Jerry-Jo had that subtle, physical attraction that responded to her youthful allurements, but the young fellow himself, taken seriously, repelled her, and Farwell had taken Jerry-Jo seriously! That was it! She was no longer a child. She was a woman and must remember it. Undoubtedly Jerry-Jo himself had never given the matter a moment's deep thought. Well, she must take care that he never did.
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