The Everlasting Whisper Part 18
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"My dear," said Gratton, coming forward as though to meet her and then pausing abruptly and holding back, "this is Judge--Judge Summerling. He will--perform the ceremony, you know. And this is Mr. Jarrold. He brought the judge and will be a witness."
Gloria from the last step regarded the three men as a prisoner might have looked upon jailers coming to drag her to execution. Her lips moved but no sound issued. "Judge" Summerling bowed stiffly and cleared his throat. Steve Jarrold's hat ceased revolving an instant, then fairly spun as though to make up for lost time.
Suddenly Gloria began to laugh hysterically, uncontrollably. Gratton whipped back and stared at her; Summerling and Jarrold were mystified.
She looked so little like laughter! And, as both had cause to regard the situation, there was so little call for laughter. But they could have no clue to Gloria's thoughts. Her wedding! With that insignificant little grey man in his cheap wrinkled clothes to officiate; with that unshaven, leering, dirty man to witness! Holy matrimony! Gloria Gaynor's wedding!
She was near madness with the hideous, cruel travesty of such weddings as are dear to the hearts of San Francisco "society" girls.
The "judge" was clearing his throat again. She looked at him curiously, with the odd sensation that while Gloria Gaynor was asleep, drugged into a deep stupor, there was within her another Gloria who took a keen interest in the smallest happenings.
"This affair ain't any more regular than it ought to be," he was saying.
"Now, just the matter of the licence----"
Gratton jerked about and glared at him. The "judge" broke off with a vehement clearing of his throat. In a moment he spoke again.
"Seein' as both parties _want_ to get married," he said hastily, "and as circ.u.mstances is what they is--keepin' in mind how circ.u.mstances does alter cases--well then--are you ready?"
That "Are you ready?" seemed to explode like a pistol shot in Gloria's ears. Something within her shrieked: "No, no, no!" Gratton had said a quiet "Yes," and was looking at her. She heard herself saying faintly: "Yes."
Gratton put out his hand as though to help her down the last step. She made a little gesture, motioning him back. He bit at his lip and obeyed, though with a quick flash of the eyes. Gloria looked down at the step.
About six inches high, and yet--and yet where she stood was as high as heaven, down there as deep as h.e.l.l. She seemed powerless to achieve that last step. But Gratton was stirring restlessly; he would put out his hand again to help her. She shuddered and moved quickly. Now she stood on the same level as Gratton and the others; the physical fact was sinister as though symbolical of the psychical.
The "judge" began to grow vastly businesslike. He must have the full names correctly, ages, birthplaces. Gratton answered for himself and for Gloria, who stood now with her hand on the back of a chair just within the living-room door. Across the room was the fireplace; over it an ornamental mirror. She wondered dully what she looked like; the "bride"!
But from where she stood she could see only the reflection of the window across the room, the strip of curtain at the side stirring softly in the evening breeze. That breeze came down through the pines; it wandered free; why couldn't she, Gloria, be like that? She thought poignantly of her few days among the pines with Mark King. Oh, the remembered glory of it, the clean, sweet freedom of it.
"Now, folks, if you're ready. Stand side by side--"
"Oh!" cried Gloria.
"Eh? What's that?" demanded the "judge."
She tried to smile.
"I--I think----" She saw Steve Jarrold leering. "The witness," she said wildly. "There is only one, and----"
"It's usual to have two, anyhow," admitted the "judge." "But, being as things _is_ a bit irregular and everything, why we'll make one do."
"There's Jim," said Gloria. She did not look toward Gratton, but he understood that she addressed him. "Jim Spalding. I'd feel better if some one I knew--if you'd get Jim to come, please."
She knew that she did not care whether Jim Spalding came or did not come; that she was fighting for delay and could not help s.n.a.t.c.hing at any straw, though she knew that in the end she would go down, overwhelmed by circ.u.mstance. Circ.u.mstance and--Gratton. Gratton also knew and frowned.
"Gloria," he said smoothly, "that isn't necessary, is it?"
"Yes, it is!" she flared out at him hotly. "Go, get him."
"It will take only a minute," Gratton said over his shoulder as he went.
He would see to it that it took no great amount of time. Spalding on his bench saw Gratton running toward him.
"You're wanted in the house a minute, Spalding," he said curtly. "Step lively, will you?"
Spalding, not given to stepping lively at other men's commands, was slow in answering, and then spoke drawlingly:
"Wanted, am I? Well, that's interestin'. By who? I'm wonderin'."
"Miss Gloria. She wants you right away."
"That's different," said old Jim, getting to his feet.
Gratton turned and hastened back to the house, Jim quickening his own pace as he sensed something out of the ordinary. The house door stood open as Gratton had left it, and the two entered hastily. Jim looked from face to face with keen, shrewd eyes, ignored Jarrold, who said a mirthful "Evenin', Jim," and turned to Gloria for explanation.
"Miss Gloria wanted----" began Gratton. But Jim Spalding lifted a big hand as though to ward off the words.
"I'm here, miss," he said when Gloria's white face only stared at him."
You ain't sick, are you?"
"No, Jim, I--I am going to be married, and----"
"Married!" Jim looked incredulous and then puzzled as again his eyes went swiftly from one to the other of the three men's faces.
"Yes, Jim. And I want you to be a witness."
Jim flushed up and s.h.i.+fted uneasily. He had never been at a wedding; he did not know what a "witness" had to do. And to witness the wedding of Miss Gloria, who had never appeared to come down to earth long enough to know that there was such a man as Jim Spalding on the same sphere with her----He managed an uneasy "Yes'm," and backed off toward the door.
"Now, if you folks is ready," began the "judge" again.
"Right now?" muttered Jim. "You're gettin' married right now?"
"Yes," said Gloria wearily. And to Summerling: "I am ready."
"But I ain't!" cried Spalding. He got to the door and started down the hall. "Wait a minute, will you?"
Gratton hurried after him, his face hot with rage, while Steve Jarrold guffawed loudly and then, under Gloria's startled look, dropped his eyes.
"Come back here, Spalding," commanded Gratton angrily. "Whatever you've got to do can wait a minute----"
"_You_ wait," growled Jim. "I'll be back quick enough."
Mark King was awakened by old Jim rus.h.i.+ng into the room, lighting a lamp hastily, and making a deal of clatter. He sat up, demanding:
"Has Ben come?"
Jim began chuckling. After all, a wedding was a wedding, and therefore a matter well worth a man's allowing himself to get a bit excited. From a cupboard he began dragging forth his one and only serviceable suit of clothes, dingy black, s.h.i.+ny affairs, but Jim's "best." He kicked off his breeches, drew on the black trousers, and caught up the coat.
"No, Ben ain't back," he grinned at King. "Guess he'll be surprised when he does come. His girl's gettin' herself married. To that city guy, Gratton. Right now in the house!"
"What!" King had heard well enough, but that "What!" broke from him explosively.
"An' me, I'm a witness," said old Jim. "Steve Jarrold's another. They got the preacher there an' everything." He paused a moment and reflected, with puckered brows. "What do you think of her marryin' that swab, now? Think Ben's goin' to be pleased? Kind of surprising ain't it, Mark?"
The Everlasting Whisper Part 18
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