Patty—Bride

by Carolyn Wells

  CHAPTER XIII AN IMPORTANT DOCUMENT

  Patty was walking up and down the library, waiting for Little Billee. Hehad written and he had telegraphed and he had telephoned, and everymessage changed or contradicted the previous one, and Patty was nervous.

  She flew from one chair to another, she flung herself on the davenport,and back to the window-seat; she pulled aside the curtains and stareddown the street, in fact, she flew around, Bumble declared, like a henwith her head off.

  “Fly, if you like, Patty,” Nan said, kindly; “it may help some.”

  It was three o’clock, and she had expected Bill momentarily since one.And at last she saw him! The big man came swinging round a corner andlooking up, saw Patty’s face at the window.

  He paused at the sight, and the two stood, beaming at each other.

  “Oh, there he is!” Nan cried. “Come, Bumble, let’s leave them tothemselves for a few minutes.”

  “A few hours!” Patty called out, as the two slipped from the room, andthen Farnsworth came in.

  He found a Patty smiling with joy, not nervous now, but a lovelyshining-eyed girl, with welcoming arms outstretched and a soft flushtinting her cheeks.

  “Blossom Girl!” he cried, and then he clasped her in a big whole-souledembrace, that nearly swept her off her feet.

  Close he held her, in a happy silence, then he gently lifted theflower-face and kissed the quivering lips.

  “Oh, my dearest, my Best Beloved, I thought I’d never get here! Thetrains crawled, the waits were interminable! But I’m here, and I haveyou in my arms and nothing else matters!”

  “You dear thing!” Patty said, timidly reaching up to caress his strong,firm chin with her little fingers, “I’d forgotten you’re so—soenormous!”

  Farnsworth’s laugh rang out.

  “There _is_ a lot of me, isn’t there? But I’m all yours, so you must getused to seeing me round. Would you rather I were less enormous, Patty?”

  “No, indeed! I wouldn’t have you changed in any respect! You’re justright! But you make me feel small!”

  “And you are. My little Patty _Petite_. I’m glad, too, ’cause I like youmuch better this way. You see, I can pick you up and put you wherever Iplease.”

  Farnsworth picked Patty up like a child, and placed her on the bigdavenport, then sat down beside her.

  “Now, I’m happy! Can we sit here forever,—or do we have to be ordinarycitizens and chum with the family?”

  “They’ll let us alone a little while, and then I s’pect Nan and Bumblewill come in.”

  “Oh, pshaw! I hoped I’d have you all to myself. Can’t we send them to amatinée, or something?”

  “It’s too late for that. Here they come now, Little Billee! Take yourarm away!”

  “Shan’t! They know you’re mine, and I’ve a perfect right to have my armround you!”

  “But—it isn’t done! It isn’t conventional!”

  “I make my own conventions! Hello, Bumble! How d’you do, Mrs. Fairfield?Excuse this small parcel I hold in my left arm, but I can’t let go ofit.”

  Farnsworth’s bonny smile was so glad and gay that Nan smiled insympathy.

  “All right,” she said, “don’t mind us.”

  “We don’t,” said Patty, and she cuddled contentedly in Big Bill’soutstretched arm, as they returned to the sofa.

  “You see,” Farnsworth explained, “I’ve had the dickens of a time to getaway at all, and everything interfered and detained me. I can only staya few hours,——”

  “What!” cried Patty, “you’re going right back? Tonight?”

  “Yes, dear; I’m on a big mission,—two big missions, in fact, oneconnected with my country and one with my sweetheart. I try not to letthem get mixed up,—but it’s difficult to give undivided attention toeither.”

  “What’d you come for,” demanded Patty, “if you have to go right awayagain?”

  “I came, my child, to make sure you will name a certain date, that willbe to me, the most momentous in American history. I must get _that_settled before I go to work in earnest to help win the war! And you saidyou couldn’t do it over the telephone.”

  “This way is nicer,” and Patty nestled against his shoulder.

  “For bare-faced love-makers, you two are pretty outspoken,” commentedBumble, smiling at them.

  “’Scuse!” said Patty, without moving. “We wouldn’t under ordinaryconditions, but realise, please, that our love-making has to be donewhen we can get a chance,—which is awful seldom. If you don’t want toplay audience,—there is another course open to you.”

  “No, thank you, I _won’t_ run away!” and Bumble settled down to stay. “Iwant to hear all the plans and arrangements,—and oh, Patty, when is theday to be?”

  “I’m cornered, I see, and I suppose I may as well decide now as anytime. Let’s say June—about the middle of June. How’s that, LittleBillee?”

  “Next best to May, if you can’t be ready for May. How about the first ofJune?”

  “No, ’long about the middle or latter part I’ve a heap to do. I can’tget married without a lot of embroidered linen things——”

  “Oh, have a shower!” cried Bumble.

  “Nonsense! I don’t want a shower! I mean really lovely things,—allhand-embroidered,—oh, Little Billee, shall we live in a _house_?”

  “Why, I had supposed so,—but if you prefer a tree——”

  “No; I mean a house or an apartment, or what?”

  “Goodness, Agnes! _I_ don’t know. Live wherever you like,—and I’ll livethere too.”

  “In Washington?”

  “That I don’t know,” and Farnsworth looked suddenly serious. “It alldepends on the war developments, Patty. I may have to go to France.”

  “All right,—I’ll go along.”

  “But perhaps you can’t,—it will be on a special mission——”

  Tears came to Patty’s eyes. “Whatever your country calls you to do, youmust do, of course,” she said, slowly, “but if you go to France andleave me here—I’ll go with you,—so there, now!”

  “It may not come to that,” Farnsworth sighed a little wearily; “and wewon’t cross the bridge until we come to it. You go ahead as fast as youcan, embroidering your tidies and tablespreads, and——”

  “Oh, I shan’t embroider them. I’ll have them done,—in the trousseaushops,—oh, they will be lovely!”

  “You goose!” cried Bumble. “I believe you think more of your trousseauthan of your husband!”

  Patty made no answer to this, save a flashing glance at Farnsworth,which seemed to assure him that Bumble’s notion was a mistaken one.

  “Tell us about the valentines,” Nan said, “however did you come to getone just like Patty’s?”

  “Wasn’t it queer?” assented Bill. “And, if you ask me, I think they weresilly, stupid things, anyway! How’d _you_ come to get it, Patty?”

  “On a dare,” Patty laughed. “Lieutenant Herron——”

  “Who’s he?”

  “One of my new army friends. Oh, Little Billee, I’ve so much to tellyou, and no time to tell it in!”

  “That’s so! and first of all, I must ask you if you opened a sealed notebefore I told you you might.”

  “No; I didn’t.” Patty’s blue eyes met Farnsworth’s blue ones with a gazeof unmistakable honesty.

  “I knew you didn’t, of course,” he said, perplexedly, “but the troubleis, who did? Somebody must have done so, to know that I thought ofcoming up to New York. It was important that it shouldn’t be known.”

  “But who could have done it?”

  “Where was the letter?”

  “In the pocket of my fur stole: that has a most secure clasp-button, andI’m sure it wasn’t meddled with.”

  “Patty!” cried Bumble, “you know that spy thing, who dressed up as awoman——”

  “What!” exclaimed Farnsworth.

  Eagerly Patty and Bumble together told t
he story of the missing chaperonand the masquerading pastry-cook.

  Farnsworth looked very grave.

  “A spy, undoubtedly,” he said; “in Herron’s employ.”

  “Oh, not Lieutenant Herron! Why, he’s one of our own soldiers!”

  “Forget it, Patty. And you, too, Helen. Never mention the subject to anyhuman being. Much depends on that. I can trust you?”

  “Oh, yes!” vowed both girls.

  “Did I do wrong, dear?” asked Patty, anxiously.

  “Not knowingly, sweetheart; but you must be very careful. I use you asmy little helper, but if it is known, I must not do it. Now, Patty, hereis another paper, that I want to leave in your care for a couple ofdays. Hide it as carefully as you can, and when I tell you to, then,mail it.”

  “I will,” and Patty took the letter. “I’ll put it in this desk,now,—see, it has a secret compartment.”

  Patty went to an antique mahogany desk, and in sight of them all, shesecreted the important document.

  “That’s probably all right,” and Farnsworth sighed with relief. “I was abit fidgetty about having it in my pockets any longer. Now, don’t touchthat desk, or open the secret drawer until I tell you to post thepacket. Somebody might see you poking about.”

  “But there are no spies here, Billee.”

  “They are everywhere. No place is surely safe from them. Don’t worry, oreven think about them. But just obey orders, unquestioningly, like theloyal little patriot you are!”

  “All right; just as you say,” and Patty smiled at her commander.

  “Why, look who’s here!” Bumble cried, and Fred Fairfield came in.

  “Hello, Farnsworth! Well, but I’m glad to see you! You’re looking fine,barring a deep line of care and responsibility that has furrowed itselfinto your brow.”

  “Oh, I’m all right, especially now that I’m back home.”

  “Home it is, my boy. You’re a pretty big order for a son, but I’m allready to adopt you.”

  “All right, Dad, give me fatherly advice when needed.”

  And then to Farnsworth’s deep regret, Philip Van Reypen came to call.

  The two men met courteously and were outwardly calm, but in each heartrankled a distaste of the other.

  Perhaps it was absurd, but Farnsworth was jealous of Philip, and thoughconfident of Patty’s love and loyalty, he hated to think of Van Reypenin New York while he must be in Washington.

  As to Philip, he was frankly envious of Little Billee, and moreover, wasdetermined to cut him out and regain Patty for himself if it couldpossibly be done. Phil was not dishonourable,—at least, he didn’t thinkhe was,—for he deemed all fair in love and war.

  But Captain Farnsworth was very glad when he learned that Van Reypenmust of necessity be in Wilmington almost all the time. To be sure, hisleave of absence seemed to occur very often, but after all he didn’treally live in New York now, and that cheered Little Billee’s heart.

  “When will you fly with me?” Van Reypen asked of Patty, and he purposelygave his question a sentimental flavour that startled Farnsworth by itsimplication.

  “Not till you’re an experienced airman,” returned Patty, gaily, and thenBill realised what was meant.

  “Patty!” he said, severely, “you are _never_ to go in an aeroplane,—Iforbid it!”

  He spoke far more sternly, even harshly than he meant to, for the bareidea of her so risking her life appalled him, and with the addedawfulness of her going up with Van Reypen, Little Billee felt indeedaghast.

  “No?” said Patty, pouting a little; “oh, but I want to!”

  “Never! Understand? It is an order!”

  The positiveness of Farnsworth’s commands was quite softened by thesweetness of his tone, but Patty was perverse, and she replied, “Ishan’t promise.”

  “Oh, yes, you will, dear,—you’ll promise because I ask it.”

  Farnsworth stepped nearer to her, and with one hand raised her chinuntil her gaze met his. His strong, loving glance conquered, and won bythe deep love she saw in his eyes, Patty said, simply, “I promise.”

  “That’s all right,” and Bill smiled at her, needing no reiteration orreassurance. Her simple word was sufficient.

  Van Reypen said nothing, but he gave Patty a quizzical glance.

  “Yes, indeed,” she replied to his insinuation. “I love to be bossed!”

  “Oh, Patty, don’t lose your wilfulness,—that’s one of your charms.”

  “Not any more. You don’t know, Phil, how an engaged girl loves to betold what she may and what she may not do. And, incidentally, I’ve nodesire to break my neck before my wedding-day!”

  “Oh, don’t think I’d take you flying until I was sure of my own powers.”

  “Powers are not all of it,” Farnsworth said, “accidents are unavoidable,even in the best regulated airships. But that matter is settled. How doyou like the air game, Phil?”

  “Top notch! I was cut out for an aviator,—I feel it. There’s no sportlike it! Though I don’t take it exactly as a sport. I’m making a veryserious business of it.”

  “Good for you! That’s the way to talk. Now, people and friends, I’mgoing to ask you all to go away from this place and let me have a littletime alone with Patty, or else, stay here and let us go somewhere else.”

  Patty gasped at this high-handed suggestion, but was truly pleased, forshe hated to have Farnsworth and Van Reypen together, and too, shewanted to see Little Billee alone.

  Nan, always helpful, hustled them all out to another room, and left thelovers in possession of the library.

  “He is splendid,” said Bumble as they went to the family sitting-room.“Doesn’t he look fine in uniform!”

  “Great,” agreed Van Reypen, who was not at all petty, “he’s a fine oldchap. And, after yours truly, I don’t know any one more worthy of ourPatty.”

  “You’re both so splendid,” said Bumble, with a flattering glance, “Ishould think Patty would feel ‘how happy could I be with either, weret’other dear charmer away.’”

  “That’s what I hope,” declared Phil, who made no secret of his wishesregarding Patty.

  “But you’re both away most of the time. I’m going away too, tomorrow.”

  “Home?”

  “Oh, no. To visit a friend in East Ninety-fifth Street. She invited mefor a week, but I’m only going to stay a couple of days,—unless I likeit very much, then I might stay longer.”

  “Can’t I take you there? When are you going?”

  “Oh, no, thank you. Nan will send me, of course. I go tomorrowafternoon. Patty won’t miss me, she’s so busy ordering linen.”

  “How she does love pretty things.”

  “Oh, she does! She’s just the one to get married, if only to get up atrousseau. Me, when I’m married, I won’t know whether I’ve any worldlygoods or not!”

  “You never do, anyhow, do you?” said Nan, laughing.

  Meantime, Patty was discussing great and important matters withFarnsworth.

  “I leave all plans and arrangements to you,” he was saying; “I believethat’s the bride’s prerogative anyhow, but I’m really ignorant of suchmatters. Personally, I’d rather just be married to you, and run awayfrom everybody,—without any bells on,—but it’s as you say.”

  “Nay, nay, Pauline! Little Patty has to have a wedding, as is a wedding!Not an awful big crowd and not a gorgeous pageant, but a nice sweetpretty home wedding, with lots of white satin ribbons!”

  “Not tied onto trunks and things!”

  “Oh, no! Of course, not that! I mean aisles of it, and whitestanchions——”

  “What in the world are those?”

  “Florists’ posts to hold up the garlands that make the aisle throughwhich your bride shall come to you!”

  “Patty Blossom! When you say those things you do look so sweet! How canI wait till June?”

  “Oh, the time will just fly! By the way, dear, _why_ can’t I go up in aflying machine? Everybody does.”

  “
Yes, and the majority of them come down with broken bones.”

  “Oh, not the majority!”

  “Well, a large minority, then. But, that matter is settled, dearest,once for all. You’re not to do it, see?”

  “Why?”

  “Because I forbid it. Is that enough?”

  “No; that isn’t quite enough! Here’s the real reason why!” Patty smiledand whispered, “Because I love you!”

  “Patty Precious! How happy you make me when you’re sweet and docile likethat. Of course you know it’s my love for you that makes me forbid yourrisking your life.”

  “I know it. Little Billee, wasn’t it funny about those valentines?”

  “Indeed it was. What did you mean by a dare?”

  “Just that! Lieutenant Herron said I wouldn’t dare send it to you, lestyou send it back! And I knew you wouldn’t, and so I dared! And then——”

  “And then you thought I did! Oh, you _dear_ little goose!”

  “I couldn’t help thinking so at first. How did you happen to get the oneyou sent?”

  “Why, little Lena,—the youngster where I live,——”

  “Oh, is she a little black-haired beauty?”

  “A little black-haired witch! Yes, she’s a good-looking kiddy——”

  “How old?”

  “Sixteen, I believe. What, jealous!”

  “N-no; but you don’t like her much, do you?”

  “She’s a little nuisance! I’d fly the coop, only I’m well fixed thereand it’s a bother to move.”

  “Did she tell you to send it to me?”

  “No, not exactly. She said I ought to send you a valentine, and,honestly, Patty, I own up I hadn’t thought of it! So, as she had someextra ones I took one and paid her for it. That’s all.”

  “Sort of funny,—and funny they should be alike. You see, Mr. Herronpractically forced me to send mine, and this little girl made you sendyours!”

  “Well, there’s no harm done, is there? It didn’t bother me when Ireceived what might seem to be a ‘returned token.’ For I trust you,Patty, my Blessing, and nothing could ever make me believe you false orfickle unless you told me so yourself. So never fear what they call‘misunderstandings’ for I shall come straight to you and make youunderstand! That’s the meaning, to my mind, of our faith and trust.”

  “My dear big Little Billee! That’s the meaning to my mind, too. And tomy heart. My whole love is yours——”

  “Till death do us part,” Farnsworth added, reverently.