From the moment Dick Welford had seen Socola bowing and smiling before Jennie Barton he had hated the man. He hated foreigners on general principles, anyhow. This kind of foreigner he particularly loathed—the slender, nervous type which suggested over-refinement to the point of effeminacy. He had always hated slender, effeminate-looking men of the native breed. This one was doubly offensive because he was an Italian. How any woman with true womanly instincts could tolerate such a spider was more than he could understand.
Jennie Barton had always frankly1 said that she admired men of his own type. He was six feet one, fair-haired, blue-eyed, and weighed a hundred and ninety-six pounds at twenty-one years of age. He had always felt instinctively2 that he was exactly the man for Jennie's mate. She was nineteen, dark and slender, a bundle of quick, sensitive, nervous intelligence. Her brown eyes were almost black and her luxuriant hair seemed raven-hued beside his. He had always imagined it nestling beside his big blond head in perfect contentment since the first summer he had spent with Tom Barton at their cottage at the White Sulphur Springs.
He had taken it for granted that she would say yes when he could screw up his courage to speak. She had treated him as if he were already in the family.
"Confound it," he muttered, clenching3 his big fist, "that's what worries me! Maybe she just thinks of me as one of her brothers!"
It hadn't occurred to him until he saw the light kindle4 in her eyes at the sight of that smooth-tongued reptilian5 foreigner. He was on his way now to her house, to put the thing to the test before she could leave Washington. Thank God, the spider was tied down here at the Sardinian Ministry6. He hoped Victor Emmanuel would send him as Consul7 to Shanghai.
Mrs. Barton met him at the door with a motherly smile.
"Walk right in the parlor8, Dick. It's sweet of you to come so early to-day. We're all in tears, packing to go. Jennie'll be delighted to see you. Poor child—she's sick over it all."
Mrs. Barton pressed Dick's hand with the softest touch that reassured9 his fears. The only trouble about Mrs. Barton was she was gentle and friendly to everybody, black and white, old and young, Yankee or Southerner. She was even sorry for old John Brown when they hung him.
"Poor thing, he was crazy," she said tenderly. "They ought to have sent him to the asylum10."
Try as he might, he couldn't fling off the impression of tragedy the meeting of Socola with Jennie had produced. He was in a nervous fit to see and tell her of his love. Why the devil hadn't he done so before anyhow? They might have been engaged and ready to be married by this time. They had met when she was sixteen.
Why on earth couldn't he throw off the fool idea that he was going to lose her? His big fist suddenly closed with resolution.
"I'll not lose her! I'll wring11 that viper's neck—I'll wade12 through blood and death and the fires of h—"
Just as he was plunging13 waist deep through the flames of the Pit, she appeared in the door, the picture of wistful, tender beauty.
He rose awkwardly and extended his hand.
"Good morning, Dick!"
"Good morning, Jennie—"
Her hand was hot, her eyes heavy with tears.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"As if you didn't know—I've been saying good-by to some of the dearest friends I've ever known. It's terrible. I just feel it's the end of the world—"
He started to say: "Don't worry, Jennie darling, you have me. I love you!" The thought of it made the cold beads14 of perspiration15 suddenly stand out on his forehead. It was one thing to think such things—another to say it aloud to a girl with Jennie's serious brown eyes.
She seemed terribly serious this morning and far away somehow. Never had he seen her so utterly16 lovely. The mood of tender seriousness made her more beautiful than ever. If he only dared to crush her in his arms and laugh the smiles back into her eyes.
When he spoke17 it was only a commonplace he managed to blurt18 out:
"So you're really going to-morrow?"
"Yes—we've telegraphed the boys to come home from school at once and join us in Montgomery."
He tried to say it again, but the speech turned out to be political, not personal.
"Of course Virginia'll stand by her Southern sisters, Jennie—"
"Yes—"
"It's just a few old moss-backs holding her. No army will ever march across her soil to fight a Southern State—"
"I hope not."
"Of course not. I'll meet them on the border with one musket19 anyhow—"
The girl was looking out the window at the slowly drizzling20 rain and made no answer. He flushed at her apparent indifference21 to his heroic stand.
"Don't you believe I would?"
"Would what, Dick?" she smiled, recovering herself from her reverie.
It was no use beating about the bush, trying to talk politics. He had to make the plunge22.
He suddenly took her hand in his.
She threw him a startled look, sat bolt upright, made the faintest effort to draw her hand away, and blushed furiously.
He was in for it now. There was no retreat. He gripped with desperate earnestness, tried to speak, and choked.
He drew a deep breath, tried again and only squeezed her hand harder.
The girl began to smile in a sweet, triumphant23 way. It was nice, this conscious power over a big, stunning24 six-footer who grasped her hand as a drowning man a straw. The sense of her strength was thrilling.
She looked at him with demure25 reproach.
"Dick!"
He grinned sheepishly and clung to her hand.
"Yes—Jennie—"
"Do you know what you are doing?"
"No—but—I know—what—I'm—trying—to—do—and—I'm—going—to—do—it—"
Again his big hand crushed hers.
"You're trying to break every bone in my hand as near as I can make out—I'd like it back when you're through with it—"
He found his tongue at last:
"I—I—can't let you have it back, Jennie, I'm going to keep it forever—"
"Really?"
"Yes—I am. I—I love you—Jennie—don't you love me—just—a—little bit?"
The girl laughed.
"No!"
"Not the least—little—tiny—bit?"
"I don't think so—"
The hand slipped through his limp fingers and he stared at her in a hopeless, pitiful way.
Her heart went out in a wave of tender sympathy. She put her hand back in his in a wistful touch.
"I'm sorry, Dick dear, I didn't think you loved me in that way—"
"What did you think I was hanging round you so much for?"
"I knew you liked me, of course. And I like you—but I've never thought seriously about love."
"There's no other fellow?"
"Of course, not—"
"You liked that Socola, didn't you?"
"I liked him—yes—"
"I thought so."
"He's cultured, handsome, interesting—"
"He's a sissy!"
"Dick!"
"A little wizened-faced rat—the spider-snake! I could break his long neck. Yes—you do like him! I saw it when you met him. You're throwing me down because you met him!"
"Dick!"
"But he shan't have you, I tell you—I'll show him I could lick a thousand such sissies with one hand tied behind me."
The girl rose with dignity.
"Don't you dare to speak to me like that, sir—"
"You're going to see that fellow again—I'll bet you've got an engagement with him now—to-night—to-day!"
The slender figure rose.
"I'll see him if I please—when I please and where I please and I'll not consult you about it, Dick Welford—Good day!"
Trembling with anger the big, awkward boy turned and stumbled out of the house.

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