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The Brand
by
From the alleyways near by came a burst of ribaldry, but the woman’s face was shining when she answered:
“Why, she’s mine–my baby. We have no other home.”
He did not–could not–speak, so she said, simply:
“Now you see why I must leave Barclay, and–all this.”
” Your baby!” McGill’s eyes dropped to the index finger of his right hand, then he touched his lips curiously.
“Barclay won’t let me run straight. I’ve always wanted to, and now I must, for the baby’s sake.” When this brought no response she continued, with growing intensity, but in a lowered tone. “She’ll begin to understand things before long. She’ll hear about him–and me. Then what? She’ll think for herself, and she’ll never forget a thing like that, never. How can she grow up to be good if she learns the truth? It wouldn’t let her. Nobody could stay good around Barclay. Even I couldn’t, and I was a woman when I met him. I’m decent, inside, McGill. Honestly I am, and I’ve been sorry every day since you left. Oh, I’ve paid for what I did! And I’ll pay more, if I have to, but she mustn’t be part of the price. No! You’ve got to help me. Don’t you see?”
She mistook his gesture of bewilderment for one of refusal, then hurried to one final, frenzied appeal, although at a fearful cost to herself. It was this which had come to her in the dance-hall; it was this that she had led up to without allowing herself time in which to weaken.
“Listen! She shouldn’t stay with me, even if I get away; it wouldn’t be good for her; besides, Barclay would find us some time; or, if he didn’t, I’m too sick to last much longer. Then she’d be alone. You’re rich, McGill. You’re John Daniels. You’ll have to take her–not for my sake, understand, but–“
” I? ” The man started. “I take Barclay’s baby? Great God!”
There was a moment of silence during which the wife strove to steady herself, then she said:
“She’s not his–she’s yours–ours.”
McGill uttered a great cry. It issued from the depths of his being and racked him dreadfully. He swung ponderously toward the rear room, then fell to trembling so that he could not proceed. He stared at the woman, lifted his hands, then dropped them; his lips shook. A fretful, sleepy complaint issued from the chamber, at which the mother raised a warning finger, and the necessity for silence calmed him more quickly than anything else could have done.
” My–baby! ” he whispered, while he felt something melt within him and was filled with such an aching joy that he sobbed with the agony of it.
His wife’s punishment overflowed when he breathed, fiercely:
“Then give her to me. You can’t keep her. You can’t touch her. You ain’t fit.”
She bowed her head in assent, although his torture was nothing as compared with hers.
“You’ll help me get away from Barclay, won’t you?” she asked, supporting herself unsteadily.
“Barclay! I forgot him! He’s the one that did all this, ain’t he? He brought you to–this; and my baby, too. He made her live among women like these. He raised her in slime–” The speaker’s face became slowly, frightfully distorted.
His wife went swiftly to him; she struggled to fend him away from the door, but he moved irresistibly. They wrestled breathlessly so as not to awaken the child, while she begged him in the baby’s name not to go, not to bring blood upon her; but he plucked her arms from around him and went out, closing the door softly.
When he had gone Mrs. McGill stood motionless, her eyes closed, her palms pressed over her ears as if to shut out a sound she dreaded.
Barclay was dealing “bank” in one of the saloons when McGill entered and came toward him down the full length of the room. They recognized each other as their eyes met, and the former sat back stiffly in his chair, feeling that the dead had risen. What he saw written in the face of the bearded man drove the blood from his cheeks, for it was something he had dreaded in his dreams. He knew himself to be cornered, and fear set his nerves to jumping so uncontrollably that when he snatched the Colt’s from its drawer and fired blindly, he missed. The place was crowded, and it broke into a frightful confusion at the first shot.