come to my sister Julia’s … Mrs. Stevens, you know … some evening. I’d have the minister there and we could be married respectably enough to please anybody and go over to spend our honeymoon with Aunt Bertha in Kingsport. Simple as that. But I can’t get Dovie to chance it. The poor darling has been giving in to her father’s whims and crotchets so long, she hasn’t any will-power left.”
“You’ll simply have to make her do it, Jarvis.”
“Great Peter, you don’t suppose I haven’t tried, do you, Anne? I’ve begged till I was black in the face. When she’s with me she’ll almost promise it, but the minute she’s home again she sends me word she can’t. It seems odd, Anne, but the poor child is really fond of her father and she can’t bear the thought of his never forgiving her.”
“You must tell her she has to choose between her father and you.”
“And suppose she chooses him?”
“I don’t think there’s any danger of that.”
“You can never tell,” said Jarvis gloomily. “But something has to be decided soon. I can’t go on like this forever. I’m crazy about Dovie … everybody in Summerside knows that. She’s like a little red rose just out of reach … I must reach her, Anne.”
“Poetry is a very good thing in its place, but it won’t get you anywhere in this instance, Jarvis,” said Anne coolly. “That sounds like a remark Rebecca Dew would make, but it’s quite true. What you need in this affair is plain, hard common sense. Tell Dovie you’re tired of shillyshallying and that she must take you or leave you. If she doesn’t care enough for you to leave her father for you, it’s just as well for you to realize it.”
Jarvis groaned.
“You haven’t been under the thumb of Franklin Westcott all your life, Anne. You haven’t any realization of what he’s like. Well, I’ll make a last and final effort. As you say, if Dovie really cares for me she’ll come to me … and if she doesn’t, I might as well know the worst. I’m beginning to feel I’ve made myself rather ridiculous.”
“If you’re beginning to feel like that,” thought Anne, “Dovie would better watch out.”
Dovie herself slipped into Windy Poplars a few evenings later to consult Anne.
“What shall I do, Anne? What can I do? Jarvis wants me to elope … practically. Father is to be in Charlottetown one night next week attending a Masonic banquet … and it would be a good chance. Aunt Maggie would never suspect. Jarvis wants me to go to Mrs. Stevens’ and be married there.”
“And why don’t you, Dovie?”
“Oh, Anne, do you really think I ought to?” Dovie lifted a sweet, coaxing face. “Please, please make up my mind for me. I’m just distracted.” Dovie’s voice broke on a tearful note. “Oh, Anne, you don’t know Father. He just hates Jarvis … I can’t imagine why … can you? How can anybody hate Jarvis? When he called on me the first time, Father forbade him the house and told him he’d set the dog on him if he ever came again … our big bull. You know they never let go once they take hold. And he’ll never forgive me if I run away with Jarvis.”
“You must choose between them, Dovie.”
“That’s just what Jarvis said,” wept Dovie. “Oh, he was so stern … I never saw him like that before. And I can’t … I can’t li . . i . . i . . ve without him, Anne.”
“Then live with him, my dear girl. And don’t call it eloping. Just coming into Summerside and being married among his friends isn’t eloping.”
“Father will call it so,” said Dovie, swallowing a sob. “But I’m going to take your advice, Anne. I’m sure you wouldn’t advise me to take any step that was wrong. I’ll tell Jarvis to go ahead and get the license and I’ll come to his sister’s the night Father is in Charlottetown.”
Jarvis told Anne triumphantly that Dovie had yielded at last.
“I’m to meet her at the end of the lane next Tuesday night … she won’t have me go down to the house for fear Aunt Maggie might see me … and we’ll just step up to Julia’s and be married in a brace of shakes. All my folks will be there, so it will make the poor darling quite comfortable. Franklin Westcott said I should never get his daughter. I’ll show him he was mistaken.”
Chapter VII
Tuesday was a gloomy day in late November. Occasional cold, gusty showers drifted over the hills. The world seemed a dreary outlived place, seen through a gray drizzle.
“Poor Dovie hasn’t a very nice day for her wedding,” thought Anne. “Suppose … suppose …” she quaked and shivered … “suppose it doesn’t turn out well, after all. It will be my fault. Dovie would never have agreed to it if I hadn’t advised her to. And suppose Franklin Westcott never forgives her. Anne Shirley, stop this! The weather is all that’s the matter with you.”
By night the rain had ceased but the air was cold and raw and the sky lowering. Anne was in her tower room, correcting school papers, with Dusty Miller coiled up under her stove. There came a thunderous knock at the front door.
Anne ran down. Rebecca Dew poked an alarmed head out of her bedroom door. Anne motioned her back.
“It’s some one at the front door!” said Rebecca hollowly.
“It’s all right, Rebecca dear. At least, I’m afraid it’s all wrong … but, anyway, it’s only Jarvis Morrow. I saw him from the side tower window and I know he wants to see me.”
“Jarvis Morrow!” Rebecca went back and shut her door. “This is the last straw.”
“Jarvis, whatever is the matter?”
“Dovie hasn’t come,” said Jarvis wildly. “We’ve waited hours … the minister’s there … and my friends … and Julia has supper ready … and Dovie hasn’t come. I waited for her at the end of the lane till I was half crazy. I didn’t dare go down to the house because I didn’t know what had happened. That old brute of a Franklin Westcott may have come back. Aunt Maggie may have locked her up. But I’ve got to know. Anne, you must go to Elmcroft and find out why she hasn’t come.”
“Me?” said Anne incredulously and ungrammatically.
“Yes, you. There’s no one else I can trust … no one else who knows. Oh, Anne, don’t fail me now. You’ve backed us up right along. Dovie says you are the only real friend she has. It isn’t late … only nine. Do go.”
“And be chewed up by the bulldog?” said Anne sarcastically.
“That old dog!” said Jarvis contemptuously. “He wouldn’t say boo to a tramp. You don’t suppose I was afraid of the dog, do you? Besides, he’s always shut up at night. I simply don’t want to make any trouble for Dovie at home if they’ve found out. Anne, please!”
“I suppose I’m in for it,” said
