The Victim: A Romance of the Real Jefferson DavisDixon, Thomas, Jr.
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The Victim: A Romance of the Real Jefferson Davis
Dixon, Thomas, Jr.
Davis, Jefferson, 1808-1889 -- Fiction; Historical fiction, American; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
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, triumphant way. It was nice, this
conscious power over a big, stunning six-footer who grasped her hand as
a drowning man a straw. The sense of her strength was thrilling.
She looked at him with demure 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.
CHAPTER VI
GOD'S WILL
Dick Welford had played directly into the hands of his enemy. When
Socola called at the Barton home to pay his respects to Miss Jennie and
wish them health and happiness and success in their new and dangerous
enterprise, he found the girl in a receptive mood. The accusation of
interest had stimulated her to her first effort to entertain the
self-poised and gentlemanly foreigner.
He turned to Jennie with a winning appeal in his modulated voice:
"Will you do me a very great favor, Miss Barton?"
"If I can--certainly," was the quick answer.
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