“What would they do to you if they caught you?” she demanded.
“I dunno.” He shook his head. “But—if we went—it would—you know it would break your life all to pieces. If anything was to happen to me, you couldn’t come back here.”
“I never had no life to break, ’til you came into it,” she cried. “I never knew what life was. You’ve set me free! You’ve made me all I am. We’ve made each other! Our life together—our love—it’s just all there is! Oh God! Oh God!” she cried, “Ain’t we got a right to it?”
He bowed his head down upon their hands on the table.
“My honey! My love! My little honey!” he cried.
XIII
The next morning Timothy Bixby left on the early train going east.
Aunt Sadie came in and told Julie about it.
“Well,” she announced, “Little Bixby’s gone. He got his draft call last night, an’ he left on Number Three this morning. He’ll go to Camp Lee like all the men from this section. I saw him when he left. Mis’ Bixby wasn’t up. I declare, if he didn’t have to get his own breakfast this very last morning! I told him he ought to go in and bid you good-bye, but he said he was late. He really had a plenty time; he was just makin’ up an excuse, ’cause he’s so bashful. I reckon you’ll just have to excuse him, Julie. It seems funny to me that they’d want a little scary feller like him.”
“He’s not really so small,” Julie returned sharply. “He’s up to standard height.”