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Mere foolishness and superstition! Very beautiful, and perhaps allegorical, but not at all practical! The minister was down by the door before they got out, and grasped Courtland's hand as if he were an old friend, and then turned and grasped Tennelly's.
If it had only come a couple of hours sooner! Later that evening, when it was finally settled that the patient had really escaped, the nurse went to the telephone. Courtland was in Tennelly's room. They had been discussing woman suffrage, some question that had come up in the political-science class that day.
She might fool Tennelly by pleading innocence and deceit, but never Courtland. For his eyes had pried into her very soul that night he had discovered her in sin. She had a feeling that he and his God were in league against her. No, Gila did not want Courtland to be Tennelly's best man. But Tennelly had insisted.
It'll be your fault if she has a future of shame, but it's up to you. Her mother's shame can't hurt her if you bring her up right. It's your job, and you can get a lot of comfort out of it if you try!" "I don't see how," dully. "Listen, Tennelly. Does she look like her mother?" Tennelly's sensitive face quivered with pain. "Yes," he said, huskily. "I'll send for her and you can see."
Well, they might be all well enough for their own sons and daughters, but there wasn't one who seemed likely to want to behave in a very motherly way to a stranger like his waif of a girl. They were nice to the students, polite and kind to the extent of one tea or reception apiece a year, but that was about the limit. Well, there was Tennelly's mother!
There's got to be a pipe-organ some day, and Bonnie will play it!" Pat always glowed when Courtland spoke of Bonnie. He never had ceased to be thankful that Courtland escaped from Gila's machinations. But that very afternoon, as Courtland was preparing to hurry to the train, there came a note from Pat, who had gone ahead, on an errand: DEAR COURT, Tennelly's in trouble. He's up at his old rooms.
There were things about Tennelly's fortune and prospects that made him most desirable as a husband. Moreover, she felt that through marrying Tennelly she could the better hurt Courtland, the man whom she now hated with all her heart. They reached Beechwood at not too unearthly an hour.
"Money has nothing to do with it," said Courtland, quietly. "That would make no difference." He was sorry for this scene for Tennelly's sake. "Well, have you something else in view?" "No, not definitely." "Then you're a fool!" said Uncle Ramsey, and further stated what kind of a fool he was, several times, vigorously.
Tennelly stepped within the room, gave one keen, questioning look at Aquilar as he passed him, searching straight into the depths of his startled, shifty eyes, and came and stood before the crouching girl. She had dropped into a chair and was sobbing as if her heart would break. "What does this mean, Gila?" Tennelly's voice was cold and stern.
There played around him now a little phantom joy that hovered over like a will-o'-the-wisp above his heart, and danced, giving him a strange, inexplicable exhilaration. Was this love? Was he in love? He flung himself down on Tennelly's couch when he got back to the dormitory. Bill Ward was deep in a book under the drop-light, and Tennelly was supposed to be finishing a theme for the next day.
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