DOUBTS AND FEARS
Mary attempted no analysis of her emotions.It was all too sudden, too stunning.She was content to feel and enjoy the first overwhelming experience of life.Hour after hour she lay among the pillows of her couch in the dim light of the street lamps and lazily watched the passing Saturday evening crowds.The world was beautiful.
She undressed at last and went to bed, only to toss wide-eyed for hours.
A hundred times she reenacted the scene in the Library and recalled her first impression of Jim's personality.What could such an utterly unforeseen and extraordinary meeting mean except that it was her Fate? Certainly he could not have planned it.Certainly she had not foreseen such an event.It had never occurred to her in the wildest flights of fancy that she could meet and speak to a man under such conditions, to say nothing of the walk in the Park and the hours she spent in the little summer house.
And the strangest part of it all was that she could see nothing wrong in it from beginning to end.It had happened in the ******st and most natural way imaginable.By the standards of conventional propriety her act was the maddest folly; and yet she was still happy over it.
There was one disquieting trait about him that made her a little uneasy.He used the catch-words of the street gamins of New York without any consciousness of incongruity.She thought at first that he did this as the Southern boy of culture and refinement unconsciously drops into the tones and dialect of the negro, by daily association.His constant use of the expressive and characteristic "Gee" was startling, to say the least.And yet it came from his lips in such a boyish way she felt sure that it was due to his embarrassment in the unusual position in which he had found himself with her.
His helplessness with the dictionary was proof, of course, that he wasno scholar.And yet a boy might have a fair education in the schools of today and be unfamiliar with this ponderous and dignified encyclopedia of words.It was impossible to believe that he was illiterate.His clothes, his carriage, even his manners made such an idea preposterous.
Besides, no inventor could be really illiterate.He may have been forced to work and only attended night schools.But if he were a mechanic, capable of ****** a successful improvement on one of the most delicate and important parts of an automobile, he must have studied the principles involved in his inventions.
His choice of a profession appealed to her imagination, too.It showed independence and initiative.It opened boundless possibilities.He might be an obscure and poorly educated boy today.In five years he could be a millionaire and the head of some huge business whose interests circled the world.
The tired brain wore itself out at last in eager speculations, and she fell into a fitful stupor.The roar of the street-cars waked her at daylight, and further sleep was out of the question.She rose, dressed quickly and got her breakfast in a quiver of nervous excitement over the adventure of the coming automobile.
As the hour of eight drew nearer, her doubts of the propriety of going became more acute.
"What on earth has come over me in the past twenty- four hours?" she asked of herself."I've known this man but a day.I don't KNOW him at all, and yet I'm going to put my life in his hands in that racing machine.Have I gone crazy?"She was not in the least afraid of him.His face and voice and personality all seemed familiar.Her brain and common-sense told her that such a trip with an utter stranger was dangerous and foolish beyond words.In his automobile, unaccompanied by a human soul and unacquainted with the roads over which they would travel, she would be absolutely in his power.
She set her teeth firmly at last, her mind made up.
"It's too mad a risk.I was crazy to promise.I won't go!"She had scarcely spoken her resolution when the soft call of the auto- horn echoed below.She stood irresolute for a moment, and the call was repeated in plaintive, appealing notes.
She tried to hold fast to her resolutions, but the impulse to open the window and look out was resistless.She turned the old-fashioned brass knob, swung her windows wide on their hinges and leaned out.
His keen eyes were watching.He lifted his cap and waved.She answered with the flutter of her handkerchief--and all resolutions were off."Of course, I'll go," she cried, with a laugh."It's a glorious day--Imay never have such a chance again."
