An Arkansas Planter | Page 3

at him. Her face was pale and

appeared thin, so eager was her expression. She was slight and nervous.
"Well," he said. She smiled at him and said, "Well." Then she slowly
entered the room, and with a sigh took a seat near him. The cough from
the parlor was more distressful, and she looked at him, and in her eyes
was a beseeching sadness.
"Louise."
"Yes, sir."
"What did I tell you?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Don't say that, for you do know."
"You've told me so many things--"
"Yes, I know. But what did I tell you about Carl Pennington?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Yes you do. I told you that I didn't want him to come here. Didn't I?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then why is he here?"
"I met him and invited him to come."
"Ah, ha. But I don't want him here; don't want you to see him."
She sat looking at him as if she would study every line of his face. He
shoved his hands deep into his pockets and looked down. The cough
came again, and he looked at the girl. "You know the reason I don't
want you to see him. Don't you?"
"Yes, sir, and I know the reason why I do want to see him."

"The devil--pardon me," he quickly added, withdrawing his hands from
his pockets and bowing to her. She slightly inclined her head and
smiled sadly. He looked hard at her, striving to read her thoughts; and
she was so frail, her face was so thin and her eyes so wistful that she
smote him with pity. He reached over and took one of her hands, and
affectionately she gave him the other one. She tried to laugh. The
cough came again, and she took her hands away. He reached for them,
but she put them behind her. "No, not until I have told you," she said,
and he saw her lip tremble. "He was afraid to come in here to see you,"
she went on, speaking with timid slowness. "He is so weak and sick
that he can't stand to be scolded, so I have come to--" She hesitated. He
shoved himself back and looked hard at her, and his eyebrows stuck out
fiercely.
"To ask me what?" His voice was dry and rasping. "What can you ask
me? To let him come here to see you? No, daughter. I can't permit that.
And I don't intend to be cruel when I say this. I am sorry for him, God
knows I deeply sympathize with him, but he must not hope to--"
"I was not going to ask you to let him come," she broke in. "I am going
to ask you to let me go--go with him."
"By the blood!" the Major exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "What do
you mean? Marry him?"
"Yes, sir," she quietly answered. He looked at her, frowning, his face
puffed, his brows jagged. And then appearing to master himself he sat
down and strove to take her hand, but she held it behind her. "My
daughter, I want to talk to you, not in anger, but with common sense. It
actually horrifies me to think of your marriage--I can't do it, that's all.
Why, the poor fellow can't live three months; he is dead on his feet now.
Listen at that cough. Louise, how can you think of marrying him?
Haven't you any judgment at all? Is it possible that you have lost--but I
won't scold you; I must reason with you. There is time enough for you
to marry, and the sympathetic fancy that you have for that poor fellow
will soon pass away. It must. You've got plenty of chances. Jim
Taylor--"

"Why do you speak of him, father?"
"I speak of him because he loves you--because he is as fine a young
fellow as walks the face of the earth."
"But, father, he is so big and strong that he doesn't need any one to love
him."
At this the Major appeared not to know whether to laugh or to frown.
But he did neither; he sat for a time with his hands on his knees,
looking wonderingly, almost stupidly at her; and then he said:
"Nonsense. Where did you pick up that preposterous idea? So strong
that he doesn't need love! Why, strength demands love, and to a big
man the love of a little woman--" She drew back from him as he leaned
toward her and he did not complete the sentence. Her impatience made
him frown. "Won't you let me reason with you?" he asked. "Won't you
help me to suppress all appearance of displeasure?"
"It is of no use," she replied.
"What is of no use? Reason?"
"Argument."
"What! Do you mean--"
"I mean that I