LXII.
RAVENEL THINKS HE MUST
"So you'll be leaving us at once!" said Fannie, as the two sat by Ravenel's bed.
"No, not till Mr. Bulger gets back. I can be up to my neck in work till then on the colonization side of the business." They bent to hear the bridegroom's words:
"Wish you wouldn't go East till Friday evening, and then go with us."
"Why Jeff-Jack Ravenel," exclaimed Fannie, with a careworn laugh, "what are you talking about?"
"Not much fun for John," was the languishing reply, "but big favor to us."
"But, my goodness!" said the bride, "the doctor won't even let you get up."
"Got to," responded the smiling invalid. "Got to be in Washington next Sunday."
"That's simply ridiculous," laughed Fannie, with a pretty toss, and sauntered into the next room, closing the door between. The sick man's smile increased: