The Fighting Edge
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CHAPTER XV
A SCANDAL SCOTCHED
Before the door of the room opened Tolliver heard the high-pitched voiceof his daughter.
"If you'd only stood up to him, Bob--if you'd shot him or fought him ...lemme go, Jake. You got no right to take me with you. Tell you I'mmarried.... Yes, sir, I'll love, honor, an' obey. I sure will--insickness an' health--yes, sir, I do...."
The father's heart sank. He knew nothing about illness. A fear racked himthat she might be dying. Piteously he turned to the doctor, after onelook at June's flushed face.
"Is she--is she--?"
"Out of her head, Mr. Tolliver."
"I mean--will she--?"
"Can't promise you a thing yet. All we can do is look after her and hopefor the best. She's young and strong. It's pretty hard to kill anybodyborn an' bred in these hills. They've got tough constitutions. Bettertake a chair."
Tolliver sat down on the edge of a chair, nursing his hat. His leatheryface worked. If he could only take her place, go through this fightinstead of her. It was characteristic of his nature that he feared andexpected the worst. He was going to lose her. Of that he had no doubt. Itwould be his fault. He was being punished for the crimes of his youth andfor the poltroonery that had kept him from turning Jake out of thehouse.
June sat up excitedly in bed and pointed to a corner of the room. "Therehe is, in the quaking asps, grinnin' at me! Don't you come nearer, JakeHouck! Don't you! If you do I'll--I'll--"
Dr. Tuckerman put his hand gently on her shoulder. "It's all right, June.Here's your father. We won't let Houck near you. Better lie down now andrest."
"Why must I lie down?" she asked belligerently. "Who are you anyhow,mister?"
"I'm the doctor. You're not quite well. We're looking after you."
Tolliver came forward timorously. "Tha's right, June. You do like thedoctor says, honey."
"I'd just as lief, Dad," she answered, and lay down obediently.
When she was out of her head, at the height of the fever, Mrs. Gillespiecould always get her to take the medicine and could soothe her fears andalarms. Mollie was chief nurse. If she was not in the room, after Junehad begun to mend, she was usually in the kitchen cooking broths orcustards for the sick girl.
June's starved heart had gone out to her in passionate loyalty andaffection. No woman had ever been good to her before, not since the deathof her aunt, at least. And Mollie's goodness had the quality of sympathy.It held no room for criticism or the sense of superiority. She was asinner herself, and it was in her to be tender to others who had fallenfrom grace.
To Mollie this child's innocent trust in her was exquisitely touching.June was probably the only person in the world except small children whobelieved in her in just this way. It was not possible that this faithcould continue after June became strong enough to move around and talkwith the women of Bear Cat. Though she had outraged public opinion allher life, Mollie Gillespie found herself tugged at by recurring impulsesto align herself as far as possible with respectability.
For a week she fought against the new point of view. Grimly she scoffedat what she chose to consider a weakness.
"This is a nice time o' day for you to try to turn proper, MollieGillespie," she told herself plainly. "Just because a chit of a girl goesdaffy over you, is that any reason to change yore ways? You'd ought tohave a lick o' sense or two at yore age."
But her derision was a fraud. She was tired of being whispered about. Theindependent isolation of which she had been proud had become of a suddena thing hateful to her.
She went to Larson as he was leaving the hotel dining-room on his nextvisit to town.
"Want to talk with you. Come outside a minute."
The owner of the Wagon Rod followed.
"Jim," she said, turning on him abruptly, "you've always claimed youwanted to marry me." Her blue eyes searched deep into his. "Do you meanthat? Or is it just talk?"
"You know I mean it, Mollie," he answered quietly.
"Well, I'm tired of being a scandal to Bear Cat. I've always said I'dnever get married again since my bad luck with Hank Gillespie. But Idon't know. If you really want to get married, Jim."
"I've always thought it would be better."
"I'm not going to quit runnin' this hotel, you understand. You're in towntwo-three days a week anyhow. If you like you can build a house here an'we'll move into it."
"I'll get busy _pronto_. I expect you want a quiet wedding, don't you?"
"Sure. We can go over to Blister's office this afternoon. You see him an'make arrangements. Tell him I don't want the boys to know anything aboutit till afterward."
An hour later they stood before Justice Haines. Mollie thought shedetected a faint glimmer of mirth in his eye after the ceremony. Shequelled it promptly.
"If you get gay with me, Blister--"
The fat man's impulse to smile fled. "Honest to goodness, Mrs.Gillespie--"
"Larson," she corrected.
"Larson," he accepted. "I w-wish you m-many happy returns."
She looked at him suspiciously and grunted "Hmp!"