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diff --git a/34282-h/34282-h.htm b/34282-h/34282-h.htm index 2eef7c4..806bb8e 100644 --- a/34282-h/34282-h.htm +++ b/34282-h/34282-h.htm @@ -1,13 +1,10 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" -"http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> - -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" lang="en" xml:lang="en"> - <head> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1" /> -<title> - The Project Gutenberg eBook of Jupiter Lights, by Constance Fenimore Woolson. -</title> -<style type="text/css"> +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> +<head> +<meta charset="utf-8"> +<title>Jupiter Lights | Project Gutenberg</title> +<link rel="icon" href="images/ill_cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> +<style> p {margin-top:.25em;text-align:justify;margin-bottom:.25em;text-indent:2%;} .c {text-align:center;text-indent:0%;} @@ -50,63 +47,22 @@ small {font-size:75%;} </style> </head> <body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 34282 ***</div> - -<pre> - -The Project Gutenberg EBook of Jupiter Lights, by Constance Fenimore Woolson - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: Jupiter Lights - -Author: Constance Fenimore Woolson - -Release Date: November 11, 2010 [EBook #34282] -[Last updated: April 28, 2012] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JUPITER LIGHTS *** - - - - -Produced by Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - -</pre> - -<hr class="full" /> +<hr class="full"> <div class="figcenter" style="width: 375px;"> -<img src="images/ill_cover.jpg" -id="coverpage" width="375" height="550" alt="image of the book's cover." title="" /> +<img src="images/ill_cover.jpg" id="coverpage" alt="image of the book's cover." title="" style="width: 375px; height: 550px"> </div> -<h1>JUPITER LIGHTS<br /> -<br /> -<br /> -<br /> -<img src="images/ill_novel.png" -width="100" -height="24" -alt="A Novel" -/> +<h1>JUPITER LIGHTS<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<img src="images/ill_novel.png" alt="A Novel" style="width: 100px; height: 24px"> </h1> -<p class="cb"><small>BY</small><br /> -<br /> +<p class="cb"><small>BY</small><br> +<br> CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON</p> <p class="cb"><small>AUTHOR OF “ANNE” “EAST ANGELS” “FOR THE MAJOR” ETC.</small></p> @@ -114,21 +70,21 @@ CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> -<p class="cb">NEW YORK<br /> -HARPER & BROTHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE<br /> +<p class="cb">NEW YORK<br> +HARPER & BROTHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE<br> 1889</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> -<p class="c"><small>Copyright, 1889, by H<small>ARPER</small> & B<small>ROTHERS</small>.</small><br /> -———<br /> +<p class="c"><small>Copyright, 1889, by H<small>ARPER</small> & B<small>ROTHERS</small>.</small><br> +———<br> <small><i>All rights reserved</i></small>.</p> <h2>Contents</h2> -<table border="6" cellpadding="8" cellspacing="0" summary="contents"> -<tr><td align="center">Chapter: <a href="#I"><b>I., </b></a> +<table style="border: 6px solid; padding: 8px; border-spacing: 0px;"> +<tr><td style="text-align: center;">Chapter: <a href="#I"><b>I., </b></a> <a href="#II"><b>II., </b></a> <a href="#III"><b>III., </b></a> <a href="#IV"><b>IV., </b></a> @@ -146,7 +102,7 @@ HARPER & BROTHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE<br /> <a href="#XVI"><b>XVI., </b></a> <a href="#XVII"><b>XVII., </b></a> <a href="#XVIII"><b>XVIII., </b></a> -<a href="#XIX"><b>XIX., </b></a><br /> +<a href="#XIX"><b>XIX., </b></a><br> <a href="#XX"><b>XX., </b></a> <a href="#XXI"><b>XXI., </b></a> <a href="#XXII"><b>XXII., </b></a> @@ -166,11 +122,11 @@ HARPER & BROTHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE<br /> </td></tr> </table> -<p><a name="page_001" id="page_001"></a></p> +<p><a id="page_001"></a></p> <h1>JUPITER LIGHTS.</h1> -<h2><a name="I" id="I"></a>I.</h2> +<h2><a id="I"></a>I.</h2> <p>“I<small>T’S</small> extraordinary navigation, certainly,” said Miss Bruce.</p> @@ -194,7 +150,7 @@ answered, kindly.</p> <p>For Meadows was to return to England immediately; she was accompanying the American lady for the journey only. Miss Bruce was not rich; in her own land she did not intend to give herself the luxury of a -lady’s-maid—an indulgence more unusual<a name="page_002" id="page_002"></a> in the great Republic (at least +lady’s-maid—an indulgence more unusual<a id="page_002"></a> in the great Republic (at least the northern half of it) than fine clothes, finer houses, or the finest diamonds.</p> @@ -222,7 +178,7 @@ sensation which Meadows had described as “being ’umped up.” Th was very narrow, and as it wound with apparent aimlessness hither and thither in the salt-marsh, it made every now and then such a short turn, doubling upon itself, that the steamer, small as she was, could only -pass it by running<a name="page_003" id="page_003"></a> ashore, and then allowing her bows to be hauled +pass it by running<a id="page_003"></a> ashore, and then allowing her bows to be hauled round ignominiously by the crew in a row-boat; while thus ashore, one side half out of water, her passengers, sitting on that side, had the sensation which the English girl had pictured. At present the <i>Altamaha</i> @@ -253,7 +209,7 @@ pass near her chair.</p> <p>“That? Jupiter Light.”</p> -<p>“Then we must be near Warwick?” She gave<a name="page_004" id="page_004"></a> to the name its English +<p>“Then we must be near Warwick?” She gave<a id="page_004"></a> to the name its English pronunciation, the only one she knew.</p> <p>The captain declined to say whether they were near it or not, as it was @@ -284,7 +240,7 @@ there—you hear? Slacken, I tell you!”</p> <p>A moment later the traveller, having made her way with difficulty through the little boat’s dark, wet, hissing lower regions, emerged, and -crossed a plank to the somewhat safer footing beyond.<a name="page_005" id="page_005"></a></p> +crossed a plank to the somewhat safer footing beyond.<a id="page_005"></a></p> <p>“Is this Cicely?” she asked, as a small figure came to meet her.</p> @@ -322,7 +278,7 @@ might have, I acknowledge. Oh, do look!”</p> take from Meadows’s grasp a small hand-bag which she was carrying. Again and again he tried, and the girl repulsed him. Two more negroes approached, and lifted one of the trunks which she was guarding. She -followed the<a name="page_006" id="page_006"></a> trunk; and now Uncle Abram, coming round on the other +followed the<a id="page_006"></a> trunk; and now Uncle Abram, coming round on the other side, tried to get possession of a larger bag which she held in her left hand. She wrenched it from him several times desperately, and then, as he still persisted, she used it as a missile over the side of his head, @@ -355,7 +311,7 @@ to a rough cart.</p> <p>“Will you get in, please?” said Cicely, going towards the wagon. “I reckon your maid had better come with us.”</p> -<p>“Meadows! Meadows!” called Miss Bruce. “Never<a name="page_007" id="page_007"></a> mind the luggage; it is +<p>“Meadows! Meadows!” called Miss Bruce. “Never<a id="page_007"></a> mind the luggage; it is quite safe. You are to come with us in this wagon.”</p> <p>“Yes, mem,” responded the English voice. The girl had ceased running; @@ -387,7 +343,7 @@ her.”</p> <p>The wagon was passing between two high gate-posts (there was no gate); it entered an avenue bordered with trees whose boughs met overhead, shutting out the moonlight. But Uncle Abram knew the way; and so did the -mule, who conducted his<a name="page_008" id="page_008"></a> wagon over the remaining space, and up to the +mule, who conducted his<a id="page_008"></a> wagon over the remaining space, and up to the porch of a large low house, in a sudden wild gallop. “Hi-yi!” said Uncle Abram, warningly; “All ri’, den, ef yer wanter,” he added, rattling the reins. “Lippity-clip!”</p> @@ -415,7 +371,7 @@ sufferings be—to come from Hayling Hall to this!</p> <p>“Here is Eve,” Cicely said, leading the visitor up the steps.</p> <p>The white-haired man and the tall woman who had been waiting within, -came forward.<a name="page_009" id="page_009"></a></p> +came forward.<a id="page_009"></a></p> <p>“Grandpa,” said Cicely, by way of introduction. “And Aunt Sabrina.”</p> @@ -449,7 +405,7 @@ a fire on the hearth, and, in another moment, the brilliant blaze, leaping up, made a great cheer. Cicely had disappeared. Judge Abercrombie, discomfited by the visitor’s manner, rolled forward an arm-chair vaguely, and then stood rubbing his hands by the fire, while -his daughter began to untie Miss Bruce’s bonnet strings.<a name="page_010" id="page_010"></a></p> +his daughter began to untie Miss Bruce’s bonnet strings.<a id="page_010"></a></p> <p>“Thanks; I will not take it off now. Later, when I go to my room.” And the visitor moved away from the friendly fingers. Miss Sabrina was very @@ -478,7 +434,7 @@ still keeping up the gentle little stroke, he announced with decision, <p>Eve drew him close, and hid her face on his bright hair. Then she rose hurriedly, holding him in her arms, and, with an involuntary motion, -moved away<a name="page_011" id="page_011"></a> from Cicely, looking about the room as if in search of +moved away<a id="page_011"></a> from Cicely, looking about the room as if in search of another place, and finally taking refuge beside Miss Sabrina, drawing a low chair towards her with the same unseeing action and sinking into it, the baby held to her breast.</p> @@ -507,7 +463,7 @@ breast had rested almost on her knees). “Give up her child—her own child? My niece? I think not; I certainly think not.” She took off her glasses and put them in her pocket decisively.</p> -<p>“Then I shall take him from her. And you must<a name="page_012" id="page_012"></a> help me. What will she +<p>“Then I shall take him from her. And you must<a id="page_012"></a> help me. What will she care in a month from now—a year? She has already forgotten his father.”</p> <p>Miss Sabrina was still angry. But she herself had not liked her niece’s @@ -538,7 +494,7 @@ She let me come here—you let me come here—without knowing it.” <p>“Oh, I thought you knew it,” said Miss Sabrina, in distress. “I did not like the marriage myself, Miss Bruce; I assure you I did not. I was very -fond of John, and it seemed too sudden. If she had only<a name="page_013" id="page_013"></a> waited the +fond of John, and it seemed too sudden. If she had only<a id="page_013"></a> waited the year—and two years would have been so much more appropriate. I go there very often—to John’s grave—indeed I do; it is as dear to me as the graves of my own family, and I keep the grass cut very carefully; I will @@ -565,7 +521,7 @@ intuition, as she could see nothing at that distance, immediately began to whisper. “Of course we don’t <i>know</i> that it is an unhappy marriage; but as she came back to us so soon, it struck us so—it made that impression; wouldn’t it have made the same upon you? She must have -suffered extremely, and so we ought to be<a name="page_014" id="page_014"></a> doubly kind to her.” And she +suffered extremely, and so we ought to be<a id="page_014"></a> doubly kind to her.” And she laid her hand with a warning pressure on Eve’s arm.</p> <p>“I am not likely to be unkind as long as there is the slightest hope of @@ -579,9 +535,9 @@ Sabrina shrank away.</p> <p>Cicely had called to them, “Supper is ready.” She remained where she was at the end of the long room, holding the door open with her hand.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="II" id="II"></a>II.</h2> +<h2><a id="II"></a>II.</h2> <p>T<small>HE</small> father of John and Eva Bruce was an officer in the United States army. His wife had died when Eve was born. Captain Bruce brought up his @@ -595,7 +551,7 @@ the house being the place of business of the wealthy English-American shipping firm to which he had the good-fortune to belong.</p> <p>Captain Bruce did not hesitate. Jack was sent across the seas. Eve, who -was then ten years old,<a name="page_015" id="page_015"></a> wept desperately over the parting. Six years +was then ten years old,<a id="page_015"></a> wept desperately over the parting. Six years later she too went to England. Her father had died, and, young as she was, her determination to go to her brother was so strong that nothing could stand against it. During the six years of separation Jack had @@ -621,7 +577,7 @@ for Jack. For Jack had only his salary, and it was not a large one. He had made himself acceptable in the house, and in due time he was to have a small share of the profits; but the due time was not yet, and would not be for some years. His father’s old friend, who had been his friend -also,<a name="page_016" id="page_016"></a> as well as his sponsor in the firm, had died. But his widow, who +also,<a id="page_016"></a> as well as his sponsor in the firm, had died. But his widow, who liked the young American—she was an American herself, though long expatriated—continued to extend to him much kindness; and, when his sister came over, she included her in the invitations. Eve did not care @@ -647,7 +603,7 @@ father’s regimental companions—the few who were left.</p> <p>Eve, in London, now began to lead that life of watching the telegraphic despatches and counting the days for letters which was the lot of American women during those dark times of war. She remained in London, -because it was understood between<a name="page_017" id="page_017"></a> them that Jack was to return. But she +because it was understood between<a id="page_017"></a> them that Jack was to return. But she rented their house, and lived in lodgings near by, so as to have all the more money ready for him when he should come back.</p> @@ -674,7 +630,7 @@ word “them,” of which he was so proud. To join “them,” t else preferred; where she had been first, to take humbly a second place! And who could tell whether this girl was worthy of him? Perhaps the bitterest part of the suffering would be to see Jack himself befooled, -belittled.<a name="page_018" id="page_018"></a> The sister, wretchedly unhappy, allowed it to be supposed, +belittled.<a id="page_018"></a> The sister, wretchedly unhappy, allowed it to be supposed, without saying so—it was Jack who suggested it—that she would come later; after she had disposed of the lease of their house, and sold their furniture to advantage. In time the furniture was sold, but not to @@ -704,12 +660,12 @@ whole letter, as regards ink, was very pale.</p> <p>And now Eve Bruce had this child. And she determined, with all the intensity of her strong will, of her burning, jealous sorrow, that he -should be hers<a name="page_019" id="page_019"></a> alone. With such a mother as Cicely there was everything +should be hers<a id="page_019"></a> alone. With such a mother as Cicely there was everything to hope.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="III" id="III"></a>III.</h2> +<h2><a id="III"></a>III.</h2> <p>W<small>HILE</small> the meal, which Cicely had announced as supper, was going on in the dining-room, Meadows was occupying herself in her accustomed evening @@ -732,7 +688,7 @@ floor fitted tightly in its casing; there were wide cracks everywhere, and Meadows furthermore discovered, to her horror, that the windows had sashes which came only part of the way down, the lower half being closed by wooden shutters only. She barred these apertures as well as she could -(some of the bars were gone), and then tried to draw the<a name="page_020" id="page_020"></a> curtains; but +(some of the bars were gone), and then tried to draw the<a id="page_020"></a> curtains; but these muslin protections, when they reached the strong current of air which came through the central crack of the shutters, were blown out towards the middle of the room like so many long white ghosts. Meadows @@ -763,7 +719,7 @@ down-ward.</p> <p>“Do you want to come in?” said Meadows. “I can take it.” And she stretched out her hand for the tray.</p> -<p>“Miss S’breeny she done tole me to put ‘em myse’<a name="page_021" id="page_021"></a>f on de little table +<p>“Miss S’breeny she done tole me to put ‘em myse’<a id="page_021"></a>f on de little table close ter der bed,” answered Powlyne, craning her neck to look into the room.</p> @@ -804,7 +760,7 @@ vision of another incursion of black men in bathing costumes.</p> <p>But Uncle Abram was alone, and he was very polite; he bowed even before he put the wood down, and several times afterwards. “Dey’s cookin’ -suppah for yer, miss,” he announced, hospitably. “Dey’ll<a name="page_022" id="page_022"></a> be fried +suppah for yer, miss,” he announced, hospitably. “Dey’ll<a id="page_022"></a> be fried chickens en fixin’s; en hot biscuits; en jell; en coffee.”</p> <p>“I should rather have tea, if it is equally convenient,” said Meadows, @@ -839,7 +795,7 @@ floor?”</p> shutter and looked out. “How the wind blows! Jupiter Light shines right into your room.”</p> -<p>“Yes, I can see it from here,” said Eve. “It’s a<a name="page_023" id="page_023"></a> good companion—always +<p>“Yes, I can see it from here,” said Eve. “It’s a<a id="page_023"></a> good companion—always awake.” She was speaking conventionally; she had spoken conventionally through the long supper, and the effort had tired her: she was not in the least accustomed to concealing her thoughts.</p> @@ -878,7 +834,7 @@ older than I.”</p> <p>“Oh, Jack was <i>young</i>!”</p> -<p>“I don’t mean that he was really old, he hadn’t<a name="page_024" id="page_024"></a> gray hair. But he was +<p>“I don’t mean that he was really old, he hadn’t<a id="page_024"></a> gray hair. But he was thirty-one when we were married, and I was sixteen.”</p> <p>“I suppose no one forced you to marry him?” said the sister, the flash @@ -915,7 +871,7 @@ perceived that their guest was crying. Eve changed the jar’s position two or three times. Miss Sabrina said, each time, “Yes, yes; it is much better so.” And, furtively, she pressed Eve’s hand.</p> -<p>Jack Bruce’s wife, meanwhile—forgotten Jack—<a name="page_025" id="page_025"></a>stood by the hearth, +<p>Jack Bruce’s wife, meanwhile—forgotten Jack—<a id="page_025"></a>stood by the hearth, gazing at the fire. She was a little creature, slight and erect, with a small head, small ears, small hands and feet. Yet somehow she did not strike one as short; one thought of her as having the full height of her @@ -943,7 +899,7 @@ to-morrow, you must have some one else. Let me see—”</p> <p>“I don’t want any one, thanks,” Eve answered. Two spots of color rose in her cheeks. “That is, I don’t want any one unless I can have Jack?” She turned to Cicely, who still stood gazing at the fire. “May Jack sleep -here?”<a name="page_026" id="page_026"></a></p> +here?”<a id="page_026"></a></p> <p>“With Dilsey?” said Cicely, lifting her eyes with a surprised glance.</p> @@ -979,7 +935,7 @@ growing absent again and returning to the fire.</p> <p>Meadows now came in with deferential step, and presently she was followed by her own couch, which Uncle Abram spread out, in the shape of -a mattress, on the floor. The English girl looked on, amazed.<a name="page_027" id="page_027"></a> But this +a mattress, on the floor. The English girl looked on, amazed.<a id="page_027"></a> But this was a house of amazements; it was like a Drury Lane pantomime.</p> <p>Later, when the girl was asleep, Eve rose, and, taking the package of @@ -1007,7 +963,7 @@ Sinking down upon the floor, she placed the open pages upon her knees, laying her cheek upon them as though they had been something human. “Some one cares for you,” she murmured.</p> -<p>There was now a wild gale outside. One of the<a name="page_028" id="page_028"></a> shutters was open, and +<p>There was now a wild gale outside. One of the<a id="page_028"></a> shutters was open, and she could see Jupiter Light; she sat there, with her cheek on the letters, looking at it.</p> @@ -1017,9 +973,9 @@ rose and went back to her bed, glad to creep into its warmth, and leaving the letters on a chair by her bedside. Then, duly, she put them under her pillow again.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="IV" id="IV"></a>IV.</h2> +<h2><a id="IV"></a>IV.</h2> <p>O<small>N</small> Christmas Day, Eve was out with little Jack and Dilsey. Dilsey was a negro woman of sixty, small and thin, with a wise, experienced face; she @@ -1040,7 +996,7 @@ evergreen bushes, breast-high, went straight towards the east, like an unroofed tunnel; in twenty minutes it brought them to the shore. The beach, broad, firm, and silver white, stretched towards the north and the south, dotted here and there with drift-wood; a breeze from the -water touched<a name="page_029" id="page_029"></a> their cheeks coolly; the ocean was calm, little +water touched<a id="page_029"></a> their cheeks coolly; the ocean was calm, little foam-crested wavelets coming gurgling up to curl over and flatten themselves out on the wet sand. “Do you see it, Jack?” said Eve, kneeling down by the wagon. “It’s the sea, the great big sea.”</p> @@ -1071,7 +1027,7 @@ freshened; Eve, who had little Jack in her arms, feared lest he might take cold, thinly clad as he was—far too thinly for her Northern ideas—with only one fold of linen and his little white frock over his breast. She drew the skirt of her dress over his bare knees. Then after -a while she rose and put him in his wagon. “We will go back,” she said.<a name="page_030" id="page_030"></a></p> +a while she rose and put him in his wagon. “We will go back,” she said.<a id="page_030"></a></p> <p>Again the two old women looked at each other. But they were afraid of the Northern lady; the munificent presents which she had given them that @@ -1101,7 +1057,7 @@ way ef we could he’p it. But dem two—dey’s boun’ ter do It’s a cohesion of malice ’mong women—’tis dat!”</p> <p>“Does that road lead to the cemetery, too?” said Eve. “I went by another -way. Take baby home,<a name="page_031" id="page_031"></a> Dilsey”—she stooped and kissed him; “I will join +way. Take baby home,<a id="page_031"></a> Dilsey”—she stooped and kissed him; “I will join Miss Abercrombie.” She walked rapidly down the side track; the three blacks stood watching her, old Temp’rance with the chair poised on her turban.</p> @@ -1114,7 +1070,7 @@ with a black ribbon; the gentle lady, when out-of-doors, was generally seen in what she called her “flat;” the presence of the bonnet, therefore, marked a solemn occasion. She likewise wore a long scarf, which was pinned, with two pins, low down on her sloping shoulders, its -broché ends falling over her gown in front; her hands were encased in +broché ends falling over her gown in front; her hands were encased in black kid gloves much too large for her, the kid wrists open and flapping. Behind her came Powlyne, Pomp, and Plato, carrying wreaths of holly. Eve drew near noiselessly, and paused outside. Miss Sabrina first @@ -1130,7 +1086,7 @@ distressed.</p> <p>“And why not? I have been here before; and my brother is here.”</p> -<p>“Yes; but to-day—to-day is different.”<a name="page_032" id="page_032"></a></p> +<p>“Yes; but to-day—to-day is different.”<a id="page_032"></a></p> <p>Eve looked at the graves; she perceived that three of them were decked with small Confederate flags.</p> @@ -1148,8 +1104,8 @@ original position, she took a small prayer-book from her pocket, opened it, and, after an apologetic cough, began:</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Thy better portion trace.”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Thy better portion trace.”</span><br> </p> <p>Eve, sitting there, looked at her. Miss Sabrina was tall and slender; @@ -1157,8 +1113,8 @@ she had once been pretty, but now her cheeks were wan, her eyes faded, her soft brown hair was very thin. She had but a thread of a voice.</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“There is everlasting peace,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Rest, enduring rest, in heaven,”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“There is everlasting peace,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Rest, enduring rest, in heaven,”</span><br> </p> <p class="nind">she sang in her faint, sweet tones; and when she came to the words, @@ -1170,7 +1126,7 @@ as was this meek Southern gentlewoman.</p> <p>The hymn finished, Miss Sabrina put her prayer-book in her pocket, and came forward. “My mother,” she said, touching one of the tombs. “My -grandfather<a name="page_033" id="page_033"></a> and grandmother. My brother Marmaduke, Cicely’s father. +grandfather<a id="page_033"></a> and grandmother. My brother Marmaduke, Cicely’s father. Cicely’s mother; she was a Northerner, and we have sometimes thought Cicely rather Northern.”</p> @@ -1202,7 +1158,7 @@ here.”</p> <p>They left the cemetery together.</p> <p>“I suppose it was a shock to you that your niece should marry a Union -officer?” Eve said, as they took the shorter path towards the house.<a name="page_034" id="page_034"></a></p> +officer?” Eve said, as they took the shorter path towards the house.<a id="page_034"></a></p> <p>“Ye-es, I cannot deny it; and to my father also. But we liked John for himself very much; and Cicely felt—”</p> @@ -1235,15 +1191,15 @@ of punch: it was Christmas night, and every one should be merry. So he sang, in his gallant old voice:</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“‘They may rail at this life; from the hour I began it</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I’ve found it a life full of kindness and bliss;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">And until they can show me some happier planet,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">More social, more gay, I’ll content me with this.’”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“‘They may rail at this life; from the hour I began it</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I’ve found it a life full of kindness and bliss;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">And until they can show me some happier planet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">More social, more gay, I’ll content me with this.’”</span><br> </p> <p>He was contented with it—this life “full of kindness and bliss,” on his lonely sea-island, with its broken dikes and desolated fields, in his -half-ruined old<a name="page_035" id="page_035"></a> house, with its wooden walls vibrating, with more than +half-ruined old<a id="page_035"></a> house, with its wooden walls vibrating, with more than one pane of glass gone, more than one floor whose planks were loosened so that they must walk carefully. At any rate, he trolled out his song as though he were: it was Christmas night, and every one should be @@ -1266,8 +1222,8 @@ her mourning attire was unlightened by any color, or even by white.</p> time, changing the words:</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“We’re niggerless, niggerless, niggerless, Gregorlach!</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">Niggerless, niggerless, nig-ig-ig-gerless!”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“We’re niggerless, niggerless, niggerless, Gregorlach!</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">Niggerless, niggerless, nig-ig-ig-gerless!”</span><br> </p> <p class="nind">she sang. “For we’re not ‘landless’ at all; we’ve got miles and miles of @@ -1275,7 +1231,7 @@ land. It’s niggers that are lacking.”</p> <p>The judge laughed, patting her little dark head as she sat on a stool beside him. “Let us go out to the quarters, grandpa; they will be -dancing by now. And Jack must go too.”<a name="page_036" id="page_036"></a></p> +dancing by now. And Jack must go too.”<a id="page_036"></a></p> <p>The judge lifted his great-grandson to his shoulder. Eve had already noticed that Cicely never took the child from her with her own hands; @@ -1313,7 +1269,7 @@ eating hot breads.”</p> <p>“Would you have her eat <i>cold</i> bread?” said Miss Sabina, in surprise. “I didn’t mean that her nights were disturbed; I only meant that she -dislikes the<a name="page_037" id="page_037"></a> <i>telling</i> of dreams—a habit so common at breakfast, you +dislikes the<a id="page_037"></a> <i>telling</i> of dreams—a habit so common at breakfast, you know. I thought I would just mention it.”</p> <p>Eve gave another abrupt laugh. “Do you fear I am going to tell her mine? @@ -1333,9 +1289,9 @@ Milton? His ‘Comus’?”</p> <p>“Yes.</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">”‘Sabrina fair, listen where thou art sitting,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">In twisted braids of lilies knitting—’”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">”‘Sabrina fair, listen where thou art sitting,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">In twisted braids of lilies knitting—’”</span><br> </p> <p class="nind">said the Southern lady in her murmurous voice. “You don’t know what a @@ -1352,7 +1308,7 @@ them affected.”</p> <p>“Well, those who come here really do say ‘serpents’ and ’crocodiles.’”</p> <p>“Do you mean as an oath?” said Eve, thinking vaguely of “Donner und -blitzen.”<a name="page_038" id="page_038"></a></p> +blitzen.”<a id="page_038"></a></p> <p>“As an oath? I have never heard it used in that way,” answered Miss Sabrina, astonished. “I mean that they call the snakes serpents, and the @@ -1387,7 +1343,7 @@ splendid!”</p> <p>“I will go if you wish,” said Eve.</p> <p>They went down the corridor and turned into another, both of them -lighted by the streaks of moonlight<a name="page_039" id="page_039"></a> which came through the half-closed +lighted by the streaks of moonlight<a id="page_039"></a> which came through the half-closed or broken shutters; the moon was nearly at its full, and very brilliant; a high wind was careering by outside—it cried at the corner of the house like a banshee. At the end of the second hall Cicely led the way @@ -1414,7 +1370,7 @@ in at her, his face opposite hers on the other side of the pane. The moonlight shone on the swaying evergreens; within sight were the waters of the Sound. Presently she became conscious of a current of wind blowing through the room, and turned to see what caused it. There had -been no<a name="page_040" id="page_040"></a> sound of an opening door, or any other sound, but a figure was +been no<a id="page_040"></a> sound of an opening door, or any other sound, but a figure was approaching, coming down the moonlit space rapidly with a waving motion. It was covered with something transparent that glittered and shone; its outlines were vague. It came nearer and nearer, without a sound. Then a @@ -1439,7 +1395,7 @@ gleaming skirt, and dipped down in a wild little courtesy.</p> <p>Eve picked up her comb and turned back towards the door.</p> -<p>Cicely danced on ahead, humming her song; they<a name="page_041" id="page_041"></a> passed through the +<p>Cicely danced on ahead, humming her song; they<a id="page_041"></a> passed through the labyrinth of dark little rooms, the glimmering dress acting as guide through the dimness. Cicely went as far as the second hall; here she stopped.</p> @@ -1470,11 +1426,11 @@ go away together,” she whispered, stroking his curls.</p> Christmas.”</p> <p>“Before another Christmas I’ll get you away from her <i>forever</i>!” -murmured the aunt, passionately.<a name="page_042" id="page_042"></a></p> +murmured the aunt, passionately.<a id="page_042"></a></p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="V" id="V"></a>V.</h2> +<h2><a id="V"></a>V.</h2> <p>“O<small>UT</small> rowing? If you are doing it to entertain me—” said Eve.</p> @@ -1504,7 +1460,7 @@ its close.”</p> must come back to you.”</p> <p>“He may,” answered Cicely, looking at her companion for a moment with -almost a solemn expression.<a name="page_043" id="page_043"></a></p> +almost a solemn expression.<a id="page_043"></a></p> <p>“Then give baby to me now, and let me go away—before he comes.”</p> @@ -1541,7 +1497,7 @@ and that makes an immense difference.”</p> <p>“How does it make a difference?”</p> <p>“In opportunities for marrying, if not also—as I really believe—for -falling in love.”<a name="page_044" id="page_044"></a></p> +falling in love.”<a id="page_044"></a></p> <p>“I don’t see what difference it makes.”</p> @@ -1570,7 +1526,7 @@ winter air, too, was sharp; but Eve was strong, and did not mind it, and the ladies of Romney, like true Southerners, never believed that it was really cold, cold as it is at the North. The voyages in the row-boat had been many; they had helped to fill the days, and the sisters-in-law had -had not much else with which to fill them; they<a name="page_045" id="page_045"></a> had remained as widely +had not much else with which to fill them; they<a id="page_045"></a> had remained as widely apart as in the beginning, Eve absorbed in her own plans, Cicely in her own indifference. Little Jack was always of the party, as his presence made dialogue easy. They had floated many times through the salt marshes @@ -1600,7 +1556,7 @@ sight in that great yellow stream of yours over there.”</p> <p>But Cicely’s imagination took no flight towards the first-comers, nor towards the English rivers; and, in another moment, Eve’s had come -hastily homeward,<a name="page_046" id="page_046"></a> for little Jack coughed. “He is taking cold!” she +hastily homeward,<a id="page_046"></a> for little Jack coughed. “He is taking cold!” she exclaimed. “Let us go back.”</p> <p>“It’s a splendid day; he will take no cold,” Cicely answered. “But we @@ -1634,7 +1590,7 @@ northward. Eve longed to put her triumph into words: “The baby is mine! In the spring I am to have him.” But she refrained. “When does your spring begin?” she asked. “In February?”</p> -<p>“In March, rather,” answered Miss Sabrina. “Before<a name="page_047" id="page_047"></a> that it is dangerous +<p>“In March, rather,” answered Miss Sabrina. “Before<a id="page_047"></a> that it is dangerous to make changes; I myself have never been one to put on thin dresses with the pinguiculas.”</p> @@ -1673,7 +1629,7 @@ home this evening, Boliver? Can she see us?—Miss Bruce and Miss Abercrombie.”</p> <p>An old negro woman came round the corner of the house, and, cuffing the -boy for standing there,<a name="page_048" id="page_048"></a> ushered the visitors into a room on the right +boy for standing there,<a id="page_048"></a> ushered the visitors into a room on the right of the broad hall. The afternoon had grown colder, but the doors and windows all stood open; a negro girl, who bore a strong resemblance to Powlyne, entered, and chased out a chicken who was prowling about over @@ -1702,7 +1658,7 @@ said.</p> <p>“But you have lived there so long; ever since you were a child; surely it is the same thing,” interposed Miss Sabrina. A faint color rose in -her cheeks for a moment. Eve perceived that she preferred<a name="page_049" id="page_049"></a> to present an +her cheeks for a moment. Eve perceived that she preferred<a id="page_049"></a> to present an English rather than a Northern guest.</p> <p>“We are all English, if you come to that,” said Mrs. Singleton, @@ -1735,7 +1691,7 @@ does not mean it, I assure you,” said Miss Sabrina, coming to the rescue; “her views are perfectly reasonable, dear Mrs. Singleton; you would be surprised.”</p> -<p>“You would indeed!” Eve thought.<a name="page_050" id="page_050"></a></p> +<p>“You would indeed!” Eve thought.<a id="page_050"></a></p> <p>But they talked no more of the nig-roes.</p> @@ -1771,7 +1727,7 @@ unwonted animation.</p> Henry. But then as regards the little things of each <i>day</i>, you know, we don’t go to our husbands with <i>those</i>.”</p> -<p>“What do you do, then?—I mean with the husbands,” Eve asked.<a name="page_051" id="page_051"></a></p> +<p>“What do you do, then?—I mean with the husbands,” Eve asked.<a id="page_051"></a></p> <p>“I think we admire them,” answered Mrs. Singleton, simply.</p> @@ -1806,7 +1762,7 @@ little Rupert?—your little Rupe?”</p> <p>“Rupe? Never!” answered Mrs. Singleton, indignantly.</p> -<p>“Only our foolish pleasantry,” sighed Miss Sabrina, apologetically.<a name="page_052" id="page_052"></a></p> +<p>“Only our foolish pleasantry,” sighed Miss Sabrina, apologetically.<a id="page_052"></a></p> <p>“It was Cicely,” Eve explained.</p> @@ -1842,27 +1798,27 @@ rush: how often, when she was a child, had he beguiled a dull walk with a chant, half song, half declamation:</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“Oh, County Guy, the hour is nigh,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The sun has left the lea.”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“Oh, County Guy, the hour is nigh,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The sun has left the lea.”</span><br> </p> <p>She looked at her host, but she did not hear him; a mist gathered in her eyes.</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“‘Oh, County Guy, the hour is nigh,’”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“‘Oh, County Guy, the hour is nigh,’”</span><br> </p> <p class="nind">began the colossus, placing his plum-cake on his knee provisionally.</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“‘The sun has left the lea;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">The orange flower perfumes the bower,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The breeze is on the sea.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">The lark his lay who trilled all day</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sits hushed his partner nigh.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But where is County Guy? ’</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“‘The sun has left the lea;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">The orange flower perfumes the bower,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The breeze is on the sea.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">The lark his lay who trilled all day</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sits hushed his partner nigh.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But where is County Guy? ’</span><br> </p> <p>“The orange flower perfumes the bower; here we have the orange flower @@ -1885,7 +1841,7 @@ Morrison? we did not see him ourselves, you know.”</p> <p>“Certainly, we heard. The Singletons are delightful people, are they not? So cultivated! Their house has always been one of the most -agreeable on the Sound.”<a name="page_054" id="page_054"></a></p> +agreeable on the Sound.”<a id="page_054"></a></p> <p>“I dare say. But about Ferdinand Morrison?” Eve went on. For it was not often that she had so good an opportunity; at Romney, if there was no @@ -1921,7 +1877,7 @@ as we wished,” replied Miss Sabrina, gently.</p> <p>“Didn’t you ask?”</p> -<p>“That was for Cicely, wasn’t it? I dare say she<a name="page_055" id="page_055"></a> knows. We could only +<p>“That was for Cicely, wasn’t it? I dare say she<a id="page_055"></a> knows. We could only hope, father and I, that she would be happy; but I fear that she has not been, ah no.” And Miss Sabrina sighed.</p> @@ -1954,7 +1910,7 @@ brother is— But why has he a different name?”</p> <p>“The mother, Mrs. Tennant, who was a widow with this one boy, Paul, married one of the Maryland Morrisons—I reckon you know the family. Ferdinand is the child of this second marriage. His father and mother -are dead; his only near relative is this half-brother, Paul.”<a name="page_056" id="page_056"></a></p> +are dead; his only near relative is this half-brother, Paul.”<a id="page_056"></a></p> <p>“Write to Paul, then, and find out where Ferdinand is.”</p> @@ -1980,9 +1936,9 @@ reflectively.</p> to find little Jack ill; before morning he was struggling with an attack of croup.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="VI" id="VI"></a>VI.</h2> +<h2><a id="VI"></a>VI.</h2> <p>“C<small>ICELY</small>, what did you say to those people, that they stared at us so when they passed?”</p> @@ -1992,7 +1948,7 @@ panorama—to explain it, you know. So I told them that you were the celebrated Jessamine family—you and Miss Leontine; and that you were going to give a concert in Gary Hundred to-night; I advised them to go.”</p> -<p>“Bless my soul!—the celebrated Jessamine family? What possessed you?”<a name="page_057" id="page_057"></a></p> +<p>“Bless my soul!—the celebrated Jessamine family? What possessed you?”<a id="page_057"></a></p> <p>“Well, they saw the wagon, and they thought it looked like a panorama. They seemed to want something, so I told them that.”</p> @@ -2026,7 +1982,7 @@ sing ‘Waiting.’”</p> insufficiently explained; often, indeed, abstruse. She was fifty-two, and very maidenly; her bearing, her voice, her expression, were all timidly virginal, as were also the tints of her attire, pale blues and -lavenders, and<a name="page_058" id="page_058"></a> faint green. Her face bore a strong resemblance to the +lavenders, and<a id="page_058"></a> faint green. Her face bore a strong resemblance to the face of a camel; give a camel a pink-and-white complexion, blue eyes, and light-brown hair coming down in flat bands on each side of its long face, and you have Miss Leontine. She was extraordinarily tall—she @@ -2054,7 +2010,7 @@ little white face; she did not sleep; she could scarcely speak.</p> <p>“We might go to Cousin Sarah Cray’s for a while, away from the coast,” Cicely suggested. She was always present when Eve walked restlessly to -and<a name="page_059" id="page_059"></a> fro; but she did not interfere, she let Eve have the child.</p> +and<a id="page_059"></a> fro; but she did not interfere, she let Eve have the child.</p> <p>Eve had no idea who or where was Cousin Sarah Cray, but she agreed to anything that would take Jack away from the coast. It was very cold now @@ -2087,7 +2043,7 @@ of her cousin.”</p> <p>“If you count in that way, what families you must have! But why shouldn’t we all go to the hotel, and take her with us? There’s an -idea.”<a name="page_060" id="page_060"></a></p> +idea.”<a id="page_060"></a></p> <p>“For one reason, there’s no hotel to go to,” responded Cicely, laughing.</p> @@ -2114,7 +2070,7 @@ accidentally, in 1790. Now, when there were in the same neighborhood other houses which had been destroyed by fire, not accidentally, there was less interest in the older ruin. But it still served as an excuse for a drive, and drives were excellent for the young autocrat of the -party, to whom all, including Miss Leontine, were shamelessly devoted.<a name="page_061" id="page_061"></a></p> +party, to whom all, including Miss Leontine, were shamelessly devoted.<a id="page_061"></a></p> <p>The judge did his duty as guide; he had visited Bellington more times than he could count, but he again led the way (with appropriate @@ -2146,7 +2102,7 @@ The cotton plantations of this neighborhood had suffered almost as much as the rice fields of Romney: they had been flooded so often that much of the land was now worthless, disintegrated and overgrown with lespedeza. They crossed the river (which had done the damage) on—or -rather in—a long shaking wooden bridge, covered<a name="page_062" id="page_062"></a> and nearly dark, and +rather in—a long shaking wooden bridge, covered<a id="page_062"></a> and nearly dark, and guarding in its dusky recesses a strong odor of the stable. Beyond it the judge had an inspiration: he would go across the fields by one of the old cotton-tracks, thus shortening the distance by more than two @@ -2155,8 +2111,8 @@ miles.</p> <p>“Because you’re ashamed of</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">‘Our pea-green wagon, our wagon of green,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Lillibulero, bullen-a-la,’”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">‘Our pea-green wagon, our wagon of green,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Lillibulero, bullen-a-la,’”</span><br> </p> <p class="nind">chanted Cicely on the back seat.</p> @@ -2185,7 +2141,7 @@ what are you about there, boy? Turn out!”</p> about six feet high; on the other side of a curve they had come suddenly upon an empty hay-cart which was approaching from the opposite direction, drawn by two mules; the driver, an athletic young negro with -an insolent face, was<a name="page_063" id="page_063"></a> walking beside his team. His broad cart filled +an insolent face, was<a id="page_063"></a> walking beside his team. His broad cart filled every inch of the track; it was impossible to pass it without climbing the bank. The judge, with his heavy wagon and one horse, could not do this; but it would have been easy for the mules to take their light cart @@ -2215,7 +2171,7 @@ is the only way; this isn’t the island, this is South Carolina.”</p> <p>Eve, seeing the speechless passion of the old man, had not believed that Cicely would prevail; she had closed her eyes with a shuddering, horrible vision of the forward rush, the wrested whip, and the -silver-haired<a name="page_064" id="page_064"></a> head in the dust. But, with a mighty effort, trembling +silver-haired<a id="page_064"></a> head in the dust. But, with a mighty effort, trembling like a leaf with his repressed rage, the judge put up his hand to help her in her descent. She accepted his aid hurriedly, giving Jack to Cicely; Miss Leontine had climbed down alone, the tears dropping on her @@ -2244,7 +2200,7 @@ Leontine?”</p> <p>“But there’s nothing against the man, is there?”</p> -<p>Miss Leontine took down the handkerchief again<a name="page_065" id="page_065"></a>—she had already +<p>Miss Leontine took down the handkerchief again<a id="page_065"></a>—she had already replaced it. “As regards his character, n-nothing. But he is a manufacturer of tubs. It appears that it is the business of the family; his father also manufactures them. In Connecticut.”</p> @@ -2278,7 +2234,7 @@ residence of Cousin Sarah Cray.</p> Cicely. “Grandpa, wouldn’t it be a good idea to buy some little cakes?”</p> <p>The judge stopped the horse; Cicely beckoned to the old negro who was -wheeling the covered hand-cart<a name="page_066" id="page_066"></a> along the sandy road. “Uncle Dan, have +wheeling the covered hand-cart<a id="page_066"></a> along the sandy road. “Uncle Dan, have you any cakes left?”</p> <p>Uncle Dan touched his hat, and opened the lid of the cart; there, @@ -2309,7 +2265,7 @@ we’ve only got waffles.”</p> <p>Instead of going to her room, Eve took a seat at the window; she was anxious about the judge.</p> -<p>“Miss Polly’s cakes are always so light,” pursued<a name="page_067" id="page_067"></a> Cousin Sarah Cray, +<p>“Miss Polly’s cakes are always so light,” pursued<a id="page_067"></a> Cousin Sarah Cray, looking at them; “she never makes a mistake, there’s never the tinetiest streak of heaviness in <i>her</i> little pounds! And her breads are elegant, too; when one sees her beautiful hands, one wonders how she can do all @@ -2343,7 +2299,7 @@ a great deal.”</p> <p>“It’s the camp, isn’t it?—Camp Mellons?”</p> -<p>“No; it has always been Mellons, Mellons Post-office.<a name="page_068" id="page_068"></a> The camp is near +<p>“No; it has always been Mellons, Mellons Post-office.<a id="page_068"></a> The camp is near there, and it has some Yankee name or other, I believe; but of course you know, my dear, that <i>we</i> never go there.”</p> @@ -2377,7 +2333,7 @@ side-gate, and up the street to the home of the Misses Wingfield. The door stood open, Miss Polly was in the hall. She was a handsome woman, vigorous, erect, with clear blue eyes, and thick sandy hair closely braided round her well-shaped head. Eve explained her errand. “But -perhaps Miss Leontine told you?” she added.<a name="page_069" id="page_069"></a></p> +perhaps Miss Leontine told you?” she added.<a id="page_069"></a></p> <p>“No, Lonny told me nothing; she went straight to her room. I noticed that she had been crying; but she is so sweet that she cries rather @@ -2412,7 +2368,7 @@ favior ef you’d sorter glimpse yer eye ober it fer us.”</p> <p>“Read a letter?” said Eve. “Whose letter?”</p> <p>“Not de letter, but him <i>outside</i>, miss. Whoms is it? Dat’s de p’int. En -I wouldn’t have you s’pose<a name="page_070" id="page_070"></a> we ’ain’t guv it our bes’ cornsideration. We +I wouldn’t have you s’pose<a id="page_070"></a> we ’ain’t guv it our bes’ cornsideration. We knows de looks ob mos’ ob ’em w’at comes yere; but dishyer one’s diffunt. Fuddermo’, de stamp’s diffunt too.”</p> @@ -2445,7 +2401,7 @@ had been brought out, and was hanging on the fence; Cousin Sarah hovered anxiously near.</p> <p>“Grandpa is going out for a ride,” explained Cicely. “But I told him -that the poor horse must<a name="page_071" id="page_071"></a> be fed first, in common charity; he has been +that the poor horse must<a id="page_071"></a> be fed first, in common charity; he has been so far already—to Bellington and back.”</p> <p>“Oh, but the judge is not going, now that I have come,” said Miss Polly; @@ -2468,9 +2424,9 @@ straight, she took his arm with a caressing touch.</p> <p>The judge yielded.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="VII" id="VII"></a>VII.</h2> +<h2><a id="VII"></a>VII.</h2> <p>“S<small>EA-BEACHES</small>,” said Eve,—“the minds of such people; you can trace the line of their last high tide, that is, the year when they stopped @@ -2478,7 +2434,7 @@ reading. Along the judge’s line, one finds, for instance, Rogers; he really has no idea that there have been any new poets since then.”</p> <p>“Dear me! We have always thought Horatio remarkably literary,” protested -Cousin Sarah Cray. “That’s his step now, I think.”<a name="page_072" id="page_072"></a></p> +Cousin Sarah Cray. “That’s his step now, I think.”<a id="page_072"></a></p> <p>The judge came in, little Jack on his shoulder. “I believe he has dropped some—some portions of his clothing on the stairs,” he said, @@ -2509,7 +2465,7 @@ his arrows have been shot at a shining mark’ (arrows for a reaper!” commented the judge, surveying his audience squintingly, over his glasses), "‘and the aim has been only too true. Gaunt Sorrow stalks abroad, we mourn with Pettigru Hill; we say—and we repeat—that the -death of Roland Pettigru has left a vortex among us.’ Yes, vortex,<a name="page_073" id="page_073"></a> +death of Roland Pettigru has left a vortex among us.’ Yes, vortex,<a id="page_073"></a> ladies;—the death of a quiet, cultivated gentleman a vortex!”</p> <p>At this moment Deely, the house-maid, appeared at the door; giving her @@ -2539,7 +2495,7 @@ Miss Leontine?”</p> <p>“I am sure I don’t know,” answered Miss Leontine, still a prey to nervousness; “but—but I have always <i>supposed</i> so. Yes. We read them aloud,” she added, turning for relief to Cousin Sarah Cray; “that is, I -read to Polly—in the evenings.”<a name="page_074" id="page_074"></a></p> +read to Polly—in the evenings.”<a id="page_074"></a></p> <p>“These modern novels seem to me poor productions,” commented the judge, turning over the pages of the volume he had taken.</p> @@ -2573,7 +2529,7 @@ returning.</p> putting down the volume. “I met her in her own garden about an hour ago, and we fell into conversation; I don’t know what possessed me, but in relating some anecdote of a jocular nature which happened to be in my -mind at the time, by way of finish—I can’t imagine what I<a name="page_075" id="page_075"></a> was thinking +mind at the time, by way of finish—I can’t imagine what I<a id="page_075"></a> was thinking of—but I up and chucked her under the chin.”</p> <p>“Chucked Miss Leontine!” exclaimed Cousin Sarah Cray, aghast, while Eve @@ -2607,7 +2563,7 @@ will walk by on the outside. And look in.”</p> <p>“There’s nothing I admire more than the way you pronounce that name Debbs,” observed Eve. “It’s plain Debbs; yet you call it Dessss—holding -on to<a name="page_076" id="page_076"></a> all the s’s, and hardly sounding the b at all—so that you almost +on to<a id="page_076"></a> all the s’s, and hardly sounding the b at all—so that you almost make it rhyme with noblesse.”</p> <p>“That’s because we like ’em, I reckon,” responded Cousin Sarah Cray. @@ -2634,10 +2590,10 @@ a chandelier. Later, however, Miss Matilda Debbs supplied the missing expression when she gave them:</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“Slee—ping, I <i>dreamed</i>, love,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dreamed, love, of thee;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">O’er—ther—bright <i>waves</i>, love,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Float—ing were we.”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“Slee—ping, I <i>dreamed</i>, love,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dreamed, love, of thee;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">O’er—ther—bright <i>waves</i>, love,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Float—ing were we.”</span><br> </p> <p>Cicely seemed possessed by one of her wild moods. “I’ve been to the @@ -2645,7 +2601,7 @@ window; the tar-and-turpentine man is looking over the gate,” she said, in a low voice, to Eve. “I’m going out to say to him, ‘Scotts, wha hae! Send in a tub.’”</p> -<p>Presently she came by Eve’s chair again. “Have<a name="page_077" id="page_077"></a> you seen the geranium in +<p>Presently she came by Eve’s chair again. “Have<a id="page_077"></a> you seen the geranium in Miss Leontine’s hair? Let us get grandpa out on the veranda with her, alone; she has been madly in love with him ever since he chucked her under the chin. What’s more, grandpa knows it, too, and he’s awfully @@ -2680,7 +2636,7 @@ said, inquiringly, “Well?”</p> <p>“It was from Ferdie.”</p> -<p>“Is he coming back?”<a name="page_078" id="page_078"></a></p> +<p>“Is he coming back?”<a id="page_078"></a></p> <p>“Yes,” responded Cicely, unmoved.</p> @@ -2719,7 +2675,7 @@ unmoved tone.</p> <p>“Has he dared to touch baby?” said Eve, springing up.</p> <p>“Yes, Eve; he broke poor baby’s little arm; of course when he did not -know what he was doing.<a name="page_079" id="page_079"></a> When he gets that way he does not know us; he +know what he was doing.<a id="page_079"></a> When he gets that way he does not know us; he thinks we are enemies, and he thinks it is his duty to attack us. Once he put us out-of-doors—baby and me—in the middle of the night, with only our night-dresses on; fortunately it wasn’t very cold. That time, @@ -2751,7 +2707,7 @@ He—” She paused.</p> laugh—“jealous of Jack’s poor bones in the burying-ground. Your two ghosts will have a duel, Cicely.”</p> -<p>“Oh, <i>Ferdie</i> isn’t dead!” said Cicely, with sudden<a name="page_080" id="page_080"></a> terror. She grasped +<p>“Oh, <i>Ferdie</i> isn’t dead!” said Cicely, with sudden<a id="page_080"></a> terror. She grasped Eve’s arm. “Have you heard anything? Tell me—tell me.”</p> <p>Eve looked at her.</p> @@ -2792,15 +2748,15 @@ touching the baby-flesh. She looked up at Eve, her eyes thick with tears.</p> <p>“Why, you care?” said Eve. “Care for him?—the baby, I mean.” She spoke -her thoughts aloud, unwittingly.<a name="page_081" id="page_081"></a></p> +her thoughts aloud, unwittingly.<a id="page_081"></a></p> <p>“Did you think I didn’t care?” asked Cicely, with a smile.</p> <p>It was the strangest smile Eve had ever seen.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="VIII" id="VIII"></a>VIII.</h2> +<h2><a id="VIII"></a>VIII.</h2> <p>E<small>ARLY</small> spring at Romney. The yellow jessamine was nearly gone, the other flowers were coming out; Atamasco lilies shone whitely everywhere; the @@ -2822,7 +2778,7 @@ glance rest upon Eve and then glide to something else, as though she had not spoken. Eve was proud, she too remained silent. She knew that she had done nothing to win Cicely’s confidence; women understand women, and Cicely had perceived from the first, of course, that Jack’s sister did -not like her.<a name="page_082" id="page_082"></a></p> +not like her.<a id="page_082"></a></p> <p>But since that midnight revelation at Cousin Sarah Cray’s, Eve no longer disliked Cicely; on the contrary, she was attracted towards her by a @@ -2849,7 +2805,7 @@ baby’s broken arm would sometimes come to her so vividly that she would light the candle in haste to see if he were safe. If Ferdie should come here, after all! Cicely had said that he would not; but who could trust Cicely,—loving the man as she did? To Eve, after all that had happened, -Cicely’s love<a name="page_083" id="page_083"></a> seemed a mania as insane as the homicidal deliriums of +Cicely’s love<a id="page_083"></a> seemed a mania as insane as the homicidal deliriums of the husband.</p> <p>As to these deliriums, she tried to picture what they must be: the baby @@ -2879,7 +2835,7 @@ Here the speaker paused, disconcerted.</p> <p>Miss Sabrina had at last perceived this pain, and the discovery had stopped her affectionate allusions. But she did not forget—Eve often -found her carefully<a name="page_084" id="page_084"></a> made wreaths laid upon Jack’s grave. As for Eve +found her carefully<a id="page_084"></a> made wreaths laid upon Jack’s grave. As for Eve herself, she never brought a flower; she walked to and fro beside the mound, and the sojourn generally ended in angry thoughts. Why should other people keep their loved ones, and she be bereft? What had she @@ -2906,7 +2862,7 @@ laughter all day.</p> Carolina dishes. The damask tablecloth was thin from age, the dinner-service a mixture of old Canton blue and the commonest, thickest white plates; coarse dull goblets stood beside cut-glass wine-glasses; -the knives were in the<a name="page_085" id="page_085"></a> last stage of decrepitude, and there was no +the knives were in the<a id="page_085"></a> last stage of decrepitude, and there was no silver at all, not even a salt-spoon; it had been replaced by cheaply plated spoons and forks, from which the plate was already half gone. Blanche, the old negro woman, waited, assisted by the long-legged @@ -2931,7 +2887,7 @@ lingered for a moment, looking at the sunset; then she too turned towards the house. The path winding under the trees was already dusky, Miss Sabrina was a dozen yards in advance; as she approached a bend, Eve saw some one come round it and meet her. It was a figure too tall to be -the judge; it was a young<a name="page_086" id="page_086"></a> man; it was a person she had not seen; she +the judge; it was a young<a id="page_086"></a> man; it was a person she had not seen; she made these successive discoveries as she drew nearer. She decided that it was a neighbor from one of the southern islands, who had taken advantage of the lovely afternoon for a sail.</p> @@ -2963,7 +2919,7 @@ would have been a fitting one for a typical figure of youthful Hope.</p> all seemed to her a dream—his sudden appearance in the dusky path, and his striking beauty. She did not speak. But her muteness passed unnoticed, because for once in her life Miss Sabrina was voluble, her -words tumbled over<a name="page_087" id="page_087"></a> one another. “Such a surprise! <i>So</i> nice! <i>so</i> +words tumbled over<a id="page_087"></a> one another. “Such a surprise! <i>So</i> nice! <i>so</i> delightful! How little we thought this morning, when we rose as usual, and everything was the same—how little we thought that it would be such a sweet, such a happy day!”</p> @@ -2990,7 +2946,7 @@ back.</p> <p>Eve went to her room; she thought that Cicely would follow her. But no one came until Powlyne knocked to say that tea was ready. At first Eve -thought that she would not go to the dining-room,<a name="page_088" id="page_088"></a> that she would send +thought that she would not go to the dining-room,<a id="page_088"></a> that she would send an excuse. The next moment she felt driven not only to go, but to hasten; to be always present in order to see everything and hear everything; this would be her office; she must watch for the incipient @@ -3017,7 +2973,7 @@ her mourning garb, which of course would bring Jack Bruce to his mind. As she thought of this, she looked at him. His eyes happened to meet hers at the moment, and he gave her a charming smile. No, there was no hate there. In the drawing-room, later, he told them comical stories of -South<a name="page_089" id="page_089"></a> America; he took Cicely’s guitar and sang South American songs; +South<a id="page_089"></a> America; he took Cicely’s guitar and sang South American songs; the three women sat looking at him, Cicely in her mute bliss, Miss Sabrina with her admiration and her interest, Eve with her perplexity. His hand, touching the strings, was well-shaped, powerful; was that the @@ -3051,7 +3007,7 @@ confidence again: “Nothing will happen, Eve; you needn’t be afraid.& <p>“Has he told you so?”</p> -<p>“Oh, we never <i>speak</i> of it,” answered Cicely, looking<a name="page_090" id="page_090"></a> at her with +<p>“Oh, we never <i>speak</i> of it,” answered Cicely, looking<a id="page_090"></a> at her with large, surprised eyes. “Did you think we <i>spoke</i> of it—of such a thing as that? A husband and wife—people who love each other? But you needn’t be troubled; it’s over forever.” She disappeared.</p> @@ -3074,16 +3030,16 @@ strangely, almost fiercely, proud; at that moment she was revolting, dumbly, against the injustice of all the ages, past, present, and to come, towards women.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="IX" id="IX"></a>IX.</h2> +<h2><a id="IX"></a>IX.</h2> <p>F<small>ERDIE</small> had been two weeks at Romney.</p> <p>Halcyon days they had seemed, each one beautiful from morning to night, with blue skies and golden sunshine; blossoms covered the trees, the air was full of perfume. Ferdie must always be doing something; besides the -hunting and fishing, he had<a name="page_091" id="page_091"></a> made a new swing, a new dock; he had taught +hunting and fishing, he had<a id="page_091"></a> made a new swing, a new dock; he had taught the negroes base-ball; he had rowed and sailed hither and thither—up the river, out to sea, and north and south along the sounds, paying visits at the various islands when Cicely desired them. Every one was @@ -3108,7 +3064,7 @@ disturbing Jack by coming in late. She was not a timid woman, not a woman easily disheartened; each long, solitary day (for she seldom accompanied them), each silent evening, only strengthened her purpose of carrying away the child. She kept him with her constantly; Cicely -allowed it, and Ferdie, after one or two good-natured attempts<a name="page_092" id="page_092"></a> to carry +allowed it, and Ferdie, after one or two good-natured attempts<a id="page_092"></a> to carry off the little boy for a romp, left him undisturbed to his aunt. Whether Cicely had told him to do this, Eve did not know.</p> @@ -3134,7 +3090,7 @@ of a boy who has come off conqueror in one fight, but who is expecting another and severer one in a moment. This expression (it was visible when he was silent) and a look in his eyes sometimes—these two things seemed to Eve signs of the curse. They were slight signs, however; they -would not have been discovered by one woman in a thousand;<a name="page_093" id="page_093"></a> for Ferdie +would not have been discovered by one woman in a thousand;<a id="page_093"></a> for Ferdie was not only handsome, there was also something charming about him. But Eve had small admiration for the charming.</p> @@ -3174,7 +3130,7 @@ child.”</p> <p>“Are you by any possibility fancying that you can take better care of him than we can?” asked Ferdie, relapsing into his laugh, and sending -another<a name="page_094" id="page_094"></a> pebble skimming over the shining waters. “Leaving Cicely aside, +another<a id="page_094"></a> pebble skimming over the shining waters. “Leaving Cicely aside, I am the jolliest of fathers.”</p> <p>“It must be that he does not know,” Eve thought; “whatever his faults, @@ -3209,7 +3165,7 @@ smile as he said “put you down” was wonderfully sweet). “But h could—Paul could; and what’s more, he would, too! He hates a woman who goes on as you do.”</p> -<p>“Your brother lives in Canada, I believe?” said Eve, coldly.<a name="page_095" id="page_095"></a></p> +<p>“Your brother lives in Canada, I believe?” said Eve, coldly.<a id="page_095"></a></p> <p>“Canada?—what gave you that idea? He loathes Canada. He has charge of a mine on Lake Superior. He has always worked tremendously hard, poor old @@ -3241,7 +3197,7 @@ what I can for you; you may count upon me.”</p> <p>“Thanks,” answered Eve. Her words were humble, but she did not look humble as she spoke them; Ferdie with his favors and his good-nature -seemed to her more menacing than ever.<a name="page_096" id="page_096"></a></p> +seemed to her more menacing than ever.<a id="page_096"></a></p> <p>The tranquil life went on. Every morning she said to herself, “To-day something must happen!” But the Arcadian hours continued, and two more @@ -3270,14 +3226,14 @@ will. She occupied herself with Jack; she said as little as she could to Ferdie; and she watched Cicely. Underneath this watchfulness there grew up a strong contempt for love.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="X" id="X"></a>X.</h2> +<h2><a id="X"></a>X.</h2> <p>“E<small>VE</small>!” A hand on Eve’s shoulder.</p> <p>Eve sat up in bed with a start; Cicely stood beside her, candle in hand. -“Help me to dress Jack,” she said.<a name="page_097" id="page_097"></a></p> +“Help me to dress Jack,” she said.<a id="page_097"></a></p> <p>Eve was out of bed in an instant. She lighted her own candle.</p> @@ -3318,7 +3274,7 @@ dress, and taking her hat and shawl from the wardrobe.</p> had fallen asleep again. Cicely held him herself; she would not let Eve take him. They opened the door softly, and stood together outside in the dark hall. The seconds passed and turned into minutes; the minutes -became<a name="page_098" id="page_098"></a> three, then five; but the space of time seemed a half-hour. Eve, +became<a id="page_098"></a> three, then five; but the space of time seemed a half-hour. Eve, standing still in the darkness, recovered her coolness; she stepped noiselessly back into her room for a moment or two; then she returned and resumed the watch. Cicely’s little figure standing beside her looked @@ -3349,7 +3305,7 @@ advancing, but he was not running; his eyes had the same stare.</p> <p>Cicely threw up a window, gave Jack to Eve, climbed by the aid of a chair to the sill and jumped out; then she put up her arms for Jack, and -Eve<a name="page_099" id="page_099"></a> followed her; they drew down the window behind them from the +Eve<a id="page_099"></a> followed her; they drew down the window behind them from the outside. There was a moon, but dark clouds obscured its light; the air was still. Cicely led the way to the thicket; pushing her way within, she sank down, the bushes crackling loudly as she did so. “Hurry!” she @@ -3377,7 +3333,7 @@ right and the left, as if still searching.</p> <p>“He will go through the whole thicket, now that he has the idea,” Cicely whispered. They crept into the road, Eve carrying Jack. But, once outside, Cicely took him again. They stood erect, they looked back; he -and his candle were still going on towards the sea.<a name="page_100" id="page_100"></a></p> +and his candle were still going on towards the sea.<a id="page_100"></a></p> <p>Cicely turned; she took a path which led to the north point. “There’s no thicket there. And if he comes, there’s a boat.”</p> @@ -3411,7 +3367,7 @@ again. He has a knife to-night. That is what makes me so afraid.”</p> perceived a point of yellow light behind them; the path was straight for a long distance, and the light was far away; but it was advancing in their direction. Little Jack, fully awakened by their rapid flight, had -lifted his head,<a name="page_101" id="page_101"></a> trying to see his mother’s face; as no one paid any +lifted his head,<a id="page_101"></a> trying to see his mother’s face; as no one paid any attention to him, he began to cry. His voice seemed to make Cicely frantic; clasping him close, pressing his head down against her breast, she broke into a run.</p> @@ -3440,7 +3396,7 @@ she stopped.</p> <p>Ferdie was walking rapidly now; in his left hand he held his candle high in the air; in his right, which hung by his side, there was something -that<a name="page_102" id="page_102"></a> gleamed. The moonlight shone full upon his face, and Eve could see +that<a id="page_102"></a> gleamed. The moonlight shone full upon his face, and Eve could see the expression, whose slight signs she had noticed, the flattening of the corners of the mouth; this was now so deepened that his lips wore a slight grin. Jack’s wail, which had ceased for several minutes, now @@ -3466,7 +3422,7 @@ at last only the bow still touched the sand. Eve jumped in, pushed off with an oar, and then, stepping over Cicely’s prostrate form to reach one of the seats, she sat down and began to row, brushing little Jack aside with her knee (he fell down more amazed and grief-stricken than -ever), and placing her feet against the next seat as a<a name="page_103" id="page_103"></a> brace. She rowed +ever), and placing her feet against the next seat as a<a id="page_103"></a> brace. She rowed with long strokes and with all her might; perhaps he was not much hurt, after all; perhaps he too had a pistol, and could reach them. She watched the beach breathlessly.</p> @@ -3499,7 +3455,7 @@ down the little lace ruffle, which was dark and limp with the stain of the life-tide.</p> <p>“It’s nothing,” murmured Cicely. The cut had missed its aim, it was low -down on the throat, near<a name="page_104" id="page_104"></a> the collar-bone; it was a flesh-wound, not +down on the throat, near<a id="page_104"></a> the collar-bone; it was a flesh-wound, not dangerous.</p> <p>Cicely pushed away Eve’s hands and sat up. “Where is Ferdie?” she @@ -3538,7 +3494,7 @@ circle of them, and called with all her strength, “Ferdie? Fer-die?” <p>“Perhaps he has gone for a boat,” Cicely suggested.</p> -<p>“Yes, perhaps he has,” Eve assented, eagerly.<a name="page_105" id="page_105"></a> And for a moment the two +<p>“Yes, perhaps he has,” Eve assented, eagerly.<a id="page_105"></a> And for a moment the two women gazed southward with the same hopefulness.</p> <p>Then Eve came back to reality. “What are we thinking of? Do you want to @@ -3571,7 +3527,7 @@ sight of a boat shooting from the shadows which lay dark on the western side, a boat coming in pursuit; he would have had time, perhaps, to get to the skiff which was kept on that side, not far from the point; he knew where all the boats were. Five minutes—six—had elapsed since they -landed; yes, he would<a name="page_106" id="page_106"></a> have had time. She looked and looked; she was +landed; yes, he would<a id="page_106"></a> have had time. She looked and looked; she was almost sure that she saw a boat advancing, and clasped her hands in joy.</p> <p>But where could they go, in case he should really come? To Singleton @@ -3584,9 +3540,9 @@ believe, that he <i>could</i> not come.</p> arms against the trunk of one of them, and, laying her head upon the arm that was uppermost, stood motionless.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XI" id="XI"></a>XI.</h2> +<h2><a id="XI"></a>XI.</h2> <p>T<small>HE</small> dawn was still very faint when the steamer stopped at Singleton Landing. There was no one waiting save an old negro, who caught the @@ -3600,7 +3556,7 @@ deck, entering the dark space within, which was encumbered with loose freight—crates of fowls, boxes, barrels, coils of rope. The taller of the two women carried a sleeping child.</p> -<p>For Cicely had come to the end of her strength; she could hardly walk.<a name="page_107" id="page_107"></a></p> +<p>For Cicely had come to the end of her strength; she could hardly walk.<a id="page_107"></a></p> <p>Eve found the sleepy mulatto woman who answered to the name of stewardess, and told her to give them a cabin immediately.</p> @@ -3630,7 +3586,7 @@ lifted her to her feet.</p> <p>Cicely’s eyes opened; they looked at Eve reproachfully.</p> -<p>“It will only take a few moments to go to the hotel,” Eve answered.<a name="page_108" id="page_108"></a></p> +<p>“It will only take a few moments to go to the hotel,” Eve answered.<a id="page_108"></a></p> <p>She called the stewardess and made her carry Jack; she herself half carried Cicely. She signalled to the negro driver of one of the @@ -3662,7 +3618,7 @@ had better take me at once.”</p> <p>“But you were too tired to go on—”</p> <p>“It is not a question of tired, I shall be tired all my life. But if you -don’t want me to go back by<a name="page_109" id="page_109"></a> the first boat to-morrow, you had better +don’t want me to go back by<a id="page_109"></a> the first boat to-morrow, you had better take me away to-night.”</p> <p>“By the midnight train,” Eve answered.</p> @@ -3695,7 +3651,7 @@ now. Will you wait, dear? Do wait.” Her voice, as she said this, was like the voice of a little girl of ten.</p> <p>The old man, wondering, held her hand protectingly. He glanced at Eve. -But Eve’s eyes were turned away.<a name="page_110" id="page_110"></a></p> +But Eve’s eyes were turned away.<a id="page_110"></a></p> <p>The drive was a short one. As they entered Cicely’s room, Eve took Jack in her arms and went out again into the hall, closing the door behind @@ -3725,7 +3681,7 @@ pretence of preparing for vigorous exercise.</p> dead-looking face made her relent, or rather made her brace herself. She rang the bell, and asked one of the chamber-maids to follow them with Jack; once outside, she sent the girl forward. “I have taken Jack -because we cannot trust Cicely,”<a name="page_111" id="page_111"></a> she explained. “If she had him, she +because we cannot trust Cicely,”<a id="page_111"></a> she explained. “If she had him, she might, in our absence, take him and start back to the island; but she will not go without him.”</p> @@ -3757,7 +3713,7 @@ to Ferdie, in spite of all we can do.”</p> judge. “This is the first place he’ll come to; we won’t wait <i>here</i>!”</p> <p>“There’ll be a train this evening; they tell me so at the hotel,” Eve -answered. Then she waited a<a name="page_112" id="page_112"></a> moment. “We shall have to stop on the way, +answered. Then she waited a<a id="page_112"></a> moment. “We shall have to stop on the way, Cicely is so exhausted; I suppose we go to Pittsburgh, and then to Cleveland to take the lake steamer; if you should write to Miss Sabrina from here, the answer might meet us at one of those places.”</p> @@ -3792,7 +3748,7 @@ would—We should not have them now.”</p> <p>“But I got the boat off in time,” Eve repeated, lethargically.</p> <p>They had now reached the Battery Park; they entered and sat down on one -of the benches; the negro<a name="page_113" id="page_113"></a> girl played with Jack on the broad walk which +of the benches; the negro<a id="page_113"></a> girl played with Jack on the broad walk which overlooks the water. The harbor, with Sumter in the distance, the two rivers flowing down, one on each side of the beautiful city—beautiful still, though desolated by war—made a scene full of loveliness. The @@ -3824,7 +3780,7 @@ the first time his gait was that of a feeble old man.</p> <p>“They can’t know what happens to us here!—or else that they see some way out of it that we do not see,” said Eve, passionately. “Otherwise, -it would be too cruel.”<a name="page_114" id="page_114"></a></p> +it would be too cruel.”<a id="page_114"></a></p> <p>“Duke died when she was only two years old,” the judge went on. “‘Father, ’ he said to me, just at the last, ‘I leave you baby.’ And this @@ -3851,9 +3807,9 @@ the station to see her off.</p> <p>The train moved out.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XII" id="XII"></a>XII.</h2> +<h2><a id="XII"></a>XII.</h2> <p>A <small>DOCK</small> on the Cuyahoga River, at Cleveland. The high bows of a propeller loomed up far above them; a wooden bridge, with hand-rails of rope, @@ -3862,7 +3818,7 @@ standing—the judge, bewildered by the deafening noise of the letting-off of steam and by the hustling of the deck-hands who ran to and fro putting on freight; little Jack, round-eyed with wonder, surveying the scene from his nurse’s arms; Cicely, listless, unhearing; -and<a name="page_115" id="page_115"></a> Eve, with the same pale-cheeked self-control and the same devoted +and<a id="page_115"></a> Eve, with the same pale-cheeked self-control and the same devoted attention to Cicely which had marked her manner through all their rapid journey across the broad country from Charleston to Washington, from Washington to Pittsburgh, from Pittsburgh to Cleveland.</p> @@ -3890,7 +3846,7 @@ between the doors small stiff sofas of red velvet were attached by iron clamps to the floor, which was covered with a brilliant carpet; above each sofa, under the low ceiling, was a narrow grating. Women and a few men sat here and there on the sofas; they looked at the new passengers -apathetically.<a name="page_116" id="page_116"></a> Lawless children chased one another up and down the +apathetically.<a id="page_116"></a> Lawless children chased one another up and down the narrow spaces between the sofas and the tables, forcing each person who was seated to draw in his or her legs with lightning rapidity as they passed; babies with candy, babies with cookies, babies with apples, @@ -3921,7 +3877,7 @@ got up and went to the side.</p> <p>Eve sat still, the tips of the fingers of each of her hands pressed hard into the palm, and bits of her inner cheek held tightly between her -teeth. At last the rails were all on board and the gangways hauled<a name="page_117" id="page_117"></a> in; +teeth. At last the rails were all on board and the gangways hauled<a id="page_117"></a> in; the propeller moved slowly away from her dock, a row of loungers, with upturned faces, watching her departure, and visibly envying the captain, who called out orders loudly from the upper deck—orders which were @@ -3946,7 +3902,7 @@ something in there—all those people we saw in the cabin; I am going in to see.” She went within, and Eve followed her; the nurse carried Jack after his mother. But the judge remained where he was; he sat with one hand laid over the other on the top of his cane. He looked at the dark -lake; his feeling was, “What is to become of us?”<a name="page_118" id="page_118"></a></p> +lake; his feeling was, “What is to become of us?”<a id="page_118"></a></p> <p>Within, all was animation; the tables had been pushed together by a troop of hurrying darkies in white aprons, and now the same troop were @@ -3976,7 +3932,7 @@ I was cold,” he said, trying to laugh. “Yes—even this warm nig better when we get there—wherever it is.”</p> <p>The judge, warmed and revived, no longer felt so dreary. “You are our -good angel,” he said. And,<a name="page_119" id="page_119"></a> with his old-fashioned courtesy, he bent his +good angel,” he said. And,<a id="page_119"></a> with his old-fashioned courtesy, he bent his head over her hand.</p> <p>But Eve snatched her hand away and fled; she fairly ran. He looked after @@ -3988,10 +3944,10 @@ row of chairs. These seats were occupied by the orchestra, the same negro waiters, with two violins and a number of banjoes and guitars.</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“Forward one; forward two—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">De engine keeps de time;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Leabe de lady in de centre,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bal-unse in er line,”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“Forward one; forward two—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">De engine keeps de time;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Leabe de lady in de centre,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bal-unse in er line,”</span><br> </p> <p class="nind">sang the leader to the tune of “Nelly Bly,” calling off the figures of @@ -4011,7 +3967,7 @@ wide lake and the night.</p> dancers intently, her lips slightly parted. Eve sat down quietly by her side.</p> -<p>“Oh, how you follow me!” said Cicely, moving away.<a name="page_120" id="page_120"></a></p> +<p>“Oh, how you follow me!” said Cicely, moving away.<a id="page_120"></a></p> <p>Then suddenly she began to laugh. “See that man in the linen duster! He takes such mincing little steps in his great prunella shoes. See him @@ -4043,10 +3999,10 @@ sentimentally at the ceiling; through his thick lips came, in one of the sweetest voices in the world,</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“No one to love,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">None to cay-ress;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Roam-ing alone <i>through</i></span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">This world’s wilderness—”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“No one to love,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">None to cay-ress;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Roam-ing alone <i>through</i></span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">This world’s wilderness—”</span><br> </p> <p>Eve stood with her hand on her door for an instant looking at him; then @@ -4074,7 +4030,7 @@ too, saw nothing—nothing but Cicely. There had been no letter at Cleveland; for tidings they must still wait. Cicely had written a few lines to Paul Tennant, announcing their arrival. But to Eve it seemed as if they should never arrive, as if they should journey forever on this -phantom boat, journey till they died.<a name="page_122" id="page_122"></a></p> +phantom boat, journey till they died.<a id="page_122"></a></p> <p>At last Lake Huron was left behind; the steamer turned and went round the foaming leap of the St. Mary’s River, the Sault Sainte Marie (called @@ -4109,7 +4065,7 @@ not in his handwriting.”</p> <p>Paul’s eyes turned rapidly, first to the judge, then to Eve. Eve’s eyes answered him.</p> -<p>“At the house,” he said.<a name="page_123" id="page_123"></a></p> +<p>“At the house,” he said.<a id="page_123"></a></p> <p>“Is it far? Let us go at once.” And Cicely turned towards the stairs.</p> @@ -4143,7 +4099,7 @@ beside him; Eve was left alone on the back seat.</p> said. She put the back of her hand under her chin, as if to support her head; she looked about vaguely—at the street, the passing people.</p> -<p>“That’s right, don’t say anything; I like it better.<a name="page_124" id="page_124"></a> You must be +<p>“That’s right, don’t say anything; I like it better.<a id="page_124"></a> You must be terribly tired,” answered Paul, reassuringly.</p> <p>They stopped before a white cottage. Upon entering, Paul gave an @@ -4176,7 +4132,7 @@ spite of the mark of the blow, her face looked brilliant.</p> <p>“You can leave her to me now,” Eve went on. “Of course what she said last means that he is not dead!” she added, with a long breath.</p> -<p>“Dead?” said Paul Tennant. “Poor Ferdie dead? Never!”<a name="page_125" id="page_125"></a></p> +<p>“Dead?” said Paul Tennant. “Poor Ferdie dead? Never!”<a id="page_125"></a></p> <p>Eve had knelt down; she was chafing Cicely’s temples. “Then you care for him very much?” she asked, looking at him for a moment over her @@ -4185,9 +4141,9 @@ shoulder.</p> <p>“I care for him more than for anything else in the world,” said the brother, shortly.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XIII" id="XIII"></a>XIII.</h2> +<h2><a id="XIII"></a>XIII.</h2> <p>I<small>T</small> was the afternoon of the same day.</p> @@ -4216,7 +4172,7 @@ every afternoon and spends the night’”—</p> an excellent and skilful young man, and now we can have the satisfaction of feeling that our poor Ferdie has every possible attention. As I write, the fever is going down, and the nurse tells me that by -to-morrow, or day after<a name="page_126" id="page_126"></a> to-morrow, he will probably be able to speak to +to-morrow, or day after<a id="page_126"></a> to-morrow, he will probably be able to speak to us, to talk.’”</p> <p>“I don’t know exactly how many days it will take me to get there,” said @@ -4243,11 +4199,11 @@ responded.</p> <p>She was seated on a sofa in Paul Tennant’s parlor, a large room, furnished with what the furniture dealer of Port aux Pins called a “drawing-room set.” The sofa of this set was of the pattern named -tête-à-tête, very hard and slippery, upholstered in hideous green +tête-à -tête, very hard and slippery, upholstered in hideous green damask. Cicely was sitting on the edge of this unreposeful couch, her feet close together on a footstool, her arms tight to her sides and folded from the elbows in a horizontal position across the front of her -waist. She looked very rigid and very small.<a name="page_127" id="page_127"></a></p> +waist. She looked very rigid and very small.<a id="page_127"></a></p> <p>“But supposing, when you get there, that you find him up,—well?” suggested the judge.</p> @@ -4283,7 +4239,7 @@ helplessly.</p> <p>“Oh no, Cicely; surely not to-night,” Eve began. In spite of the fatigues of the journey, Eve had been a changed creature since morning; there was in her eyes an expression of deep happiness, which was almost -exaltation.<a name="page_128" id="page_128"></a></p> +exaltation.<a id="page_128"></a></p> <p>“There is no use in explaining anything to Eve, and I shall not try,” replied Cicely. She unfolded her arms and rose, still standing, a rigid @@ -4318,7 +4274,7 @@ threshold she met Paul Tennant coming in.</p> a little bed for Jack; but I don’t know that it will do.”</p> <p>“You are very good, Paul, but Jack will not need it. I am going away -to-night; I have only just learned that there is a boat.”<a name="page_129" id="page_129"></a></p> +to-night; I have only just learned that there is a boat.”<a id="page_129"></a></p> <p>“We don’t want to hear any talk of boats,” Paul answered. He drew her towards the sofa and placed her upon it. “Sit down; you look so tired!”</p> @@ -4351,7 +4307,7 @@ Bruce too; I am sure she does not approve of your going?”</p> approve of anything in the world except that she should have Jack, and take him away with her, Heaven knows where. She hasn’t any feelings as other people have; she has never cared for anybody excepting herself, -and her brother, and I dare say that when she had him she<a name="page_130" id="page_130"></a> tried to rule +and her brother, and I dare say that when she had him she<a id="page_130"></a> tried to rule him, as she tries now to rule me and every one. She is jealous about him, and that makes her hate Ferdie: perhaps you don’t know that she hates Ferdie? She does; she was sorry this morning, absolutely sorry, @@ -4388,7 +4344,7 @@ as you do; I have always cared about him,—hasn’t he ever told you? There never were two boys such chums; and although, since he has grown up, he has had others, I have never had any one but him; I haven’t wanted any one. Is it likely, then, that I should try to set you -against<a name="page_131" id="page_131"></a> him?—that I should turn against him myself?—I ask you that.”</p> +against<a id="page_131"></a> him?—that I should turn against him myself?—I ask you that.”</p> <p>“It is setting me against him not to let me go to him. How do we know that he is not dying?” Her voice was quiet and hard.</p> @@ -4420,7 +4376,7 @@ sister, do trust me. Ferdie does; he wrote to me himself about that dreadful time, that first time when he hurt you; isn’t that a proof? I will show you the letter if you like.”</p> -<p>“I don’t want to see it. Ferdie and I never speak<a name="page_132" id="page_132"></a> of those things; +<p>“I don’t want to see it. Ferdie and I never speak<a id="page_132"></a> of those things; there has never been an allusion to them between us,” replied Cicely, proudly.</p> @@ -4451,7 +4407,7 @@ brilliant—”</p> <p>—“That he has never considered himself in danger, in spite of these lapses. Now there is where we must get hold of him—we must open his -eyes; and that is going to be the hard point, the hard work, in<a name="page_133" id="page_133"></a> which, +eyes; and that is going to be the hard point, the hard work, in<a id="page_133"></a> which, first of all, <i>you</i> must help. But once he is convinced, once the thing is done, then, Cicely, then”—</p> @@ -4486,7 +4442,7 @@ wool-headed girl of yours know anything?”</p> laugh. “I haven’t lost my mind; I can see to myself.”</p> <p>“But I thought you Southerners— However, Miss Bruce will help you.” He -looked at Eve.<a name="page_134" id="page_134"></a></p> +looked at Eve.<a id="page_134"></a></p> <p>“I am afraid Cicely is tired of me,” Eve answered, coming forward. “All the same, I know how to take care of her.”</p> @@ -4519,12 +4475,12 @@ feverishly, one after the other.</p> <p>Jack was delighted; he played with all his little heart.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XIV" id="XIV"></a>XIV.</h2> +<h2><a id="XIV"></a>XIV.</h2> <p>F<small>OUR</small> days had passed slowly by. “What do you think, judge, of this -theory about the shooting,—the<a name="page_135" id="page_135"></a> one they believe at Romney?” said Paul, +theory about the shooting,—the<a id="page_135"></a> one they believe at Romney?” said Paul, on the fifth morning.</p> <p>“It’s probable enough. Niggers are constitutionally timid, and they @@ -4563,7 +4519,7 @@ judge, with a chuckle.</p> are all alike, do you mean that Ferdie didn’t admire her, either? Yet Ferdie is liberal in his tastes,” said the elder brother, smiling.</p> -<p>But the judge did not want to talk about Ferdie.<a name="page_136" id="page_136"></a> “So you find her shy? +<p>But the judge did not want to talk about Ferdie.<a id="page_136"></a> “So you find her shy? She did not strike us so at Romney. Quiet enough—yes. But very decidedly liking to have her own way.”</p> @@ -4598,7 +4554,7 @@ don’t think it will be difficult when I have once made him see his danger; he is so extraordinarily intelligent.”</p> <p>“I wish he were dull, then,—dull as an owl!” said the judge, with a -long sigh.<a name="page_137" id="page_137"></a></p> +long sigh.<a id="page_137"></a></p> <p>“Yes, regarded simply as husbands, I dare say the dull may be safer,” responded Paul. “But you must excuse me if I cannot look upon Ferdie @@ -4633,7 +4589,7 @@ Apparently, too, Miss Bruce has no intention of leaving her.”</p> that you must; I thought perhaps there was something that called you home.”</p> -<p>“Calls me home? Do you suppose we do anything<a name="page_138" id="page_138"></a> down there nowadays with +<p>“Calls me home? Do you suppose we do anything<a id="page_138"></a> down there nowadays with the whole coast ruined? As for the house, Sabrina is there, and women like illness; they absolutely dote on medicines, and doctors, and ghastly talking in whispers.”</p> @@ -4665,7 +4621,7 @@ the view.</p> <p>The view consisted of the broad lake in front, and the deep forest which stretched unbroken towards the east and the west. The water of the lake was fresh, the great forest was primeval; this made the effect very -unlike that of the narrow salt-water sounds, and<a name="page_139" id="page_139"></a> the chain of islands, +unlike that of the narrow salt-water sounds, and<a id="page_139"></a> the chain of islands, large and small, with their gardens and old fields. The South had forgotten her beginnings; but here one could see what all the new world had once been, here one could see traces of the first struggle for human @@ -4691,10 +4647,10 @@ and everywhere stumps, stumps. Within the town there were one or two streets where stood smart wooden houses with Mansard-roofs. But these were elbowed by others much less smart, and they were hustled by the scaffolding of the new mansions which were rising on all sides, and, -with republican freedom, taking whatever room they found<a name="page_140" id="page_140"></a> convenient +with republican freedom, taking whatever room they found<a id="page_140"></a> convenient during the process. Even those abodes which were completed as to their exteriors had a look of not being fully furnished, a blank, wide-eyed, -unwinking expression across their façades which told of bare floors and +unwinking expression across their façades which told of bare floors and echoing spaces within. Always they had temporary fences. Often paths of movable planks led up to the entrance. Day after day a building of some sort was voyaging through Port aux Pins streets by means of a rope and @@ -4716,7 +4672,7 @@ half-open door of Paul’s dining-room (Hollis never opened a door widely; whether coming in or going out, he always squeezed himself through), with the query, “Hello! What’s up?” There was never anything up; but the judge, sitting there forlornly, with no companion but the local -newspaper (which he loathed), was glad to welcome his queer<a name="page_141" id="page_141"></a> guest. +newspaper (which he loathed), was glad to welcome his queer<a id="page_141"></a> guest. Generally they went out together; Port aux Pins people grew accustomed to seeing them walking down to the end first of one pier, then of the other, strolling among the stumps in the suburbs, or sitting on the pile @@ -4751,7 +4707,7 @@ You ought to hear him hold forth sometimes.”</p> <p>“<i>I</i> don’t want to hear him.”</p> <p>“Well, I guess he don’t talk that way to you, on the whole. Not much,” -said Hollis, jocularly.<a name="page_142" id="page_142"></a></p> +said Hollis, jocularly.<a id="page_142"></a></p> <p>And Paul Tennant did not look like a man who would be a comfortable companion for persons of the aggressive temperament. He was tall and @@ -4792,7 +4748,7 @@ the door and edged himself out without a sound.</p> <p>Ten minutes later his head reappeared with the same stealth. “Oh, I thought I’d just tell you—perhaps you don’t know—the mail doesn’t go out to-day until five o’clock: you can get that letter back if you -like.”<a name="page_143" id="page_143"></a></p> +like.”<a id="page_143"></a></p> <p>“I don’t want it back.”</p> @@ -4832,7 +4788,7 @@ then he brought out a resounding expletive—half a dozen of them.</p> blessing Potterpins, I’m with you every time.”</p> <p>The judge rapped the planks with his cane. “Go on, sir! go on!” he said, -violently.<a name="page_144" id="page_144"></a></p> +violently.<a id="page_144"></a></p> <p>Hollis went loafing on. And presently the judge caught up with him, and trotted beside him in silence.</p> @@ -4863,7 +4819,7 @@ buggy through the mud as well as he could. By-and-by he saw a stone that didn’t look quite like the others, and he gave it a kick. Still it didn’t look quite like, so he picked it up. The long and short of it was that it turned out to be hematite iron, and off he went to the -county-seat and entered as much of the land as he could afford<a name="page_145" id="page_145"></a> to buy. +county-seat and entered as much of the land as he could afford<a id="page_145"></a> to buy. He hasn’t any capital, so he has never been able to work it himself; all his savings he has invested in something or other in South America. But the other day he had a tip-top offer from a company; they wanted to buy @@ -4892,7 +4848,7 @@ perch. No reply. “A <i>for</i>-chun!”</p> <p>“Da-a-a-m your fortune!” said the judge, at the end of his patience, bringing out the first word with a long emphasis, like a low growl from -a bull-dog.<a name="page_146" id="page_146"></a></p> +a bull-dog.<a id="page_146"></a></p> <p>Hollis stared. Then he gave his silent laugh, and, stretching down one long arm, he laid it on the old man’s shoulder soothingly. “There, now; @@ -4902,14 +4858,14 @@ forever eating salt pork.” The judge had pulled himself from the other&rsq touch in an instant. But Hollis remained unconscious of any offence.</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>”‘At the battle of the Nile I was there all the while;</i></span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>I was there all the while at the battle of the Nile.’”</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>”‘At the battle of the Nile I was there all the while;</i></span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>I was there all the while at the battle of the Nile.’”</i></span><br> </p> <p class="nind">he chanted.</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>”‘At the bat— ’</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>”‘At the bat— ’</i></span><br> </p> <p>“Hello, isn’t that Miss Bruce coming down the beach? Yes, sure-ly; I @@ -4930,7 +4886,7 @@ backwoodsman to go about with him; it was another to aspire to an acquaintance with the ladies of his family. Poor Hollis aspired to nothing; he was the most modest of men; all the same it would never have occurred to him that he was not on an equality with everybody. They -returned to Port aux Pins by the road.<a name="page_147" id="page_147"></a></p> +returned to Port aux Pins by the road.<a id="page_147"></a></p> <p>The beach was in sight all the way on the left; Eve’s figure in three-quarter length was visible whenever Hollis turned his head in that @@ -4961,7 +4917,7 @@ suddenly upon Eve; she was waiting for them. “I saw you walking in from the Park, so I came across to join you,” she said.</p> <p>Hollis showed his satisfaction by a broad smile; he did not raise his -hat, but, extracting one of his<a name="page_148" id="page_148"></a> hands from the depths of his trousers +hat, but, extracting one of his<a id="page_148"></a> hands from the depths of his trousers pocket, he offered it frankly. “You don’t mind a longish walk, do you? You look splendid.”</p> @@ -4997,7 +4953,7 @@ one of his fingers.</p> <p>“Are you trying to make Miss Bruce buy that old rubbish?” said a voice at the door. It was Paul Tennant’s voice.</p> -<p><a name="page_149" id="page_149"></a>“Old?” said Hollis, seriously. “Why, Paul, I dare say this here bonnet +<p><a id="page_149"></a>“Old?” said Hollis, seriously. “Why, Paul, I dare say this here bonnet was made in Detroit not later than one year ago.”</p> <p>“If I cannot buy it myself,” said Eve, “I might take it out to the mines @@ -5029,14 +4985,14 @@ they all went out together, Hollis relocking the door.</p> won’t you come along?”</p> <p>He went on in advance with Eve, Hollis following with the unwilling -judge, whose steps were still like little taps with a hammer.<a name="page_150" id="page_150"></a></p> +judge, whose steps were still like little taps with a hammer.<a id="page_150"></a></p> <p>The cottage was on the outskirts of the town. To walk thither took twenty minutes.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XV" id="XV"></a>XV.</h2> +<h2><a id="XV"></a>XV.</h2> <p>P<small>AUL</small> had succeeded in keeping Cicely tranquil by a system of telegraphic despatches and letters, one or the other arriving daily; each morning @@ -5058,7 +5014,7 @@ fishermen, but Cicely also, and Eve and Paul. They had crossed by steamer to a village on the north shore, an old fur-trading post; here they had engaged canoes and two Indians, and had spent a long day afloat on the clear wild stream. Its shores were rocky, deeply covered to the -water’s edge with<a name="page_151" id="page_151"></a> a dark forest of spruce-trees; the branchlet +water’s edge with<a id="page_151"></a> a dark forest of spruce-trees; the branchlet trout-brooks, therefore, had been hard to find under the low-sweeping foliage. But in this search, Hollis was an expert; with his silk hat tipped more than ever towards the back of his head, he kept watch, and @@ -5083,7 +5039,7 @@ lightly as though it had been a feather. Cicely was listless, Paul good-natured, but indifferent also—so it seemed to Eve; and Eve herself, though she remained quiet (as the judge had described her), Eve was at heart excited. These thick dark woods without a path, without a -sound, the wild river, the high Northern air which<a name="page_152" id="page_152"></a> was like an +sound, the wild river, the high Northern air which<a id="page_152"></a> was like an intoxicant—all these seemed to her wonderful. She breathed rapidly; she glanced at the others in astonishment. “Why don’t they admire it? Why doesn’t he admire it?” she thought, looking at Paul.</p> @@ -5116,11 +5072,11 @@ said Paul. “You can help now if you like, Kit.”</p> <p>He and Hollis took off their coats, and the canoe flew down the lake under their feathery paddles; the water was as calm as a floor. Eve was -sitting at the bow, facing Paul. No one spoke, though<a name="page_153" id="page_153"></a> Hollis now and +sitting at the bow, facing Paul. No one spoke, though<a id="page_153"></a> Hollis now and then crooned, or rather chewed, a fragment of his favorite song:</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>”‘At the battle of the Nile I was there all the while—’”</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>”‘At the battle of the Nile I was there all the while—’”</i></span><br> </p> <p>The little voyage lasted half an hour.</p> @@ -5153,7 +5109,7 @@ repelled her. “At any rate I will <i>not</i> go on deck.”</p> <p>Ten minutes later she opened her door and went out.</p> <p>The swinging lamp in the saloon was turned down, the place was empty; -she crossed the short<a name="page_154" id="page_154"></a> half-circle which led to the stern-deck, and +she crossed the short<a id="page_154"></a> half-circle which led to the stern-deck, and stepped outside. There was no moon, but a magnificent aurora borealis was quivering across the sky, now an even band, now sending out long flakes of light which waved to and fro. Before she looked at the @@ -5186,7 +5142,7 @@ bother.”</p> <p>The words were no sooner out than she feared he would say, “Why?” And then her answer (for of course she must say something; she could not let -him believe that she had had no idea)—her answer<a name="page_155" id="page_155"></a> would show that she +him believe that she had had no idea)—her answer<a id="page_155"></a> would show that she had been thinking about him.</p> <p>But apparently Paul was not curious, he did not ask. “It’s very good for @@ -5220,7 +5176,7 @@ that I know you, I can imagine the whole thing.”</p> <p>“Well, I won’t, then, if you don’t like it. But you will let me say how glad I am that you intend to remain with her, at least for a while. You -will<a name="page_156" id="page_156"></a> see from this that I don’t believe a word of her story about your +will<a id="page_156"></a> see from this that I don’t believe a word of her story about your dislike for my brother.”</p> <p>“There is nothing I would not do for him!”</p> @@ -5257,7 +5213,7 @@ in perfect good faith.</p> <p>“Oh, extraordinary?” said Eve, abandoning Hollis with feminine versatility, as an obscure feeling, which she did not herself recognize, -rose within her.<a name="page_157" id="page_157"></a></p> +rose within her.<a id="page_157"></a></p> <p>“If you don’t think so, it’s because you don’t know him. He is an excellent classical scholar, to begin with; he has read everything under @@ -5290,7 +5246,7 @@ looking over the sides. “But, as to that, all the N. T. boats are good.&rd <p>“Northern Transportation.” He gave a slight yawn.</p> <p>“Tell me about your iron,” said Eve, quickly. (“Oh, he will go in! he is -going in!” was her thought.)<a name="page_158" id="page_158"></a></p> +going in!” was her thought.)<a id="page_158"></a></p> <p>“It isn’t mine—I wish it was; I’m only manager.”</p> @@ -5325,7 +5281,7 @@ feel my inferiority when I am with people who can really talk—talk like that!”</p> <p>“Oh!” said Eve, in accents of remonstrance. Her tone was so eloquent -that Paul laughed. He laughed<a name="page_159" id="page_159"></a> to himself, but she heard it, or rather +that Paul laughed. He laughed<a id="page_159"></a> to himself, but she heard it, or rather she felt it; she drew her hand quickly from his arm.</p> <p>“Don’t be vexed. I was only laughing to see how—”</p> @@ -5352,15 +5308,15 @@ features with a sort of slow wonder. But it was a wonder at herself.</p> <p>“You had better see that the windows are closed,” said Paul. “There’s going to be a change of wind.”</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XVI" id="XVI"></a>XVI.</h2> +<h2><a id="XVI"></a>XVI.</h2> <p>E<small>VE’S</small> cheeks showed a deep rose bloom; she was no longer the snow-white woman whom near-sighted Miss Sabrina had furtively scanned upon her arrival at Romney six months before. She was still markedly erect, but her step had become less confident, her despotic manner had disappeared. -Often now she was irresolute, and she had grown awkward—a<a name="page_160" id="page_160"></a> thing new +Often now she was irresolute, and she had grown awkward—a<a id="page_160"></a> thing new with her; she did not know how to arrange her smallest action, hampered by this new quality.</p> @@ -5388,7 +5344,7 @@ had done it mechanically; it had seemed the only thing to do.</p> violence a human life has been taken. She had dropped the pistol into the Sound, but she could not drop the ghastly picture of the dark figure on the sand, with its arms making two or three spasmodic motions, then -becoming suddenly still. Was he dead? If he was, she, Eve<a name="page_161" id="page_161"></a> Bruce, was a +becoming suddenly still. Was he dead? If he was, she, Eve<a id="page_161"></a> Bruce, was a murderer, a creature to be imprisoned for life,—hanged. How people would shrink from her if they knew! And how monstrous it was that she should touch Cicely! Yet she must. Cain, where is thy brother? And the @@ -5416,7 +5372,7 @@ outward expression being the flush, and the brilliant light in her eyes.</p> others, but with herself; she possessed the unusual mental quality (unusual in a woman) of recognizing facts, whether they were agreeable or not; of living without illusions. This had helped to give her, -perhaps, her brusque<a name="page_162" id="page_162"></a> manner, with its absence of gentleness, its scanty +perhaps, her brusque<a id="page_162"></a> manner, with its absence of gentleness, its scanty sweetness. With her innate truthfulness, it was not long before this woman perceived that there was another cause contributing to the excitement that was quickening her breath and making life seem new. The @@ -5442,7 +5398,7 @@ minutes she sank into the nearest chair; here she sat without stirring for some time. Then she rose, went down the stairs, and out again. It was six o’clock, but there were still two hours of daylight; she hurried towards the nearest border of forest, and, just within its fringe, she -began walking rapidly to and fro, her hands, clasped together, hanging<a name="page_163" id="page_163"></a> +began walking rapidly to and fro, her hands, clasped together, hanging<a id="page_163"></a> before her, her eyes on the ground. She did not come back until nightfall.</p> @@ -5475,7 +5431,7 @@ apparently reading, at some distance. “Oh, how abject this is! How childish, how sickening!” Anger against herself rose hotly; under its sting she felt her strength returning. She sat there as long as the others did. “I will not make a second scene by going out” (but no one -had noticed her first). She<a name="page_164" id="page_164"></a> answered Paul’s good-night coldly. But when +had noticed her first). She<a id="page_164"></a> answered Paul’s good-night coldly. But when she was back in her room again, when there was no more escape from its four walls until morning, then she found herself without defences, without pretexts, face to face with the fact that she loved this man, @@ -5502,7 +5458,7 @@ love the ground he walks on.” She buried her face in her hands.</p> <p>“How strange! I am happier than I have ever been in my life before; I didn’t know that there was such happiness!” A door seemed to open, -showing a<a name="page_165" id="page_165"></a> way out of her trouble, a way which led to a vision of subtle +showing a<a id="page_165"></a> way out of her trouble, a way which led to a vision of subtle sweetness—her life through the future with this passion hidden like a treasure in her heart, no one to know it, no one to suspect its existence. “As I am to be nothing to him, as I wish to be nothing to @@ -5533,7 +5489,7 @@ the details.</p> <p>The one time of day when Paul was neither at the mine nor in his office was at sunset; twice she went through a chain of reasoning to prove to -herself that<a name="page_166" id="page_166"></a> she had a necessary errand at that hour at one of the +herself that<a id="page_166"></a> she had a necessary errand at that hour at one of the stores; both times she met him. She had heard Paul say that he liked to see women sew; she was no needlewoman; but presently she began to embroider an apron for Jack (with very poor success). Paul was no @@ -5562,7 +5518,7 @@ reasoned, passively.</p> <p>About this time Cicely fell ill. The Port aux Pins doctor had at length given a name to her listlessness and her constantly increasing physical -weakness;<a name="page_167" id="page_167"></a> he called it nervous prostration (one of the modern titles +weakness;<a id="page_167"></a> he called it nervous prostration (one of the modern titles for grief, or an aching heart).</p> <p>“What do you advise?” Paul had asked.</p> @@ -5593,7 +5549,7 @@ letter or despatch, one of the Indians going fifteen miles for it, in a canoe; the message was always favorable, Ferdie was constantly improving. All was arranged, Paul was to go southward in July. He and Cicely had frequent talks (talks which Paul tried to make as cheerful as -possible); perhaps, next<a name="page_168" id="page_168"></a> winter, they should all be living together at +possible); perhaps, next<a id="page_168"></a> winter, they should all be living together at Port aux Pins; that is, in case it should be thought best to give up Valparaiso, after all. Cicely read and re-read the letters; she always kept the last one under her dress on her heart; for the rest she floated @@ -5618,12 +5574,12 @@ piano an accompaniment that went like this: <i>Bang!</i> la-la-la. <i>Bang!</i> la-la-la, and Miss Parthenia, she began singing:</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>‘O why-ee should the white man follow my path</i></span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Like the hound on the tiger’s track?’</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>‘O why-ee should the white man follow my path</i></span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Like the hound on the tiger’s track?’</i></span><br> </p> <p>And then, with her hand over her mouth, she gave us a regular Indian -war-whoop.”<a name="page_169" id="page_169"></a></p> +war-whoop.”<a id="page_169"></a></p> <p>“How I wish I had been there!” said Cicely, with sudden laughter.</p> @@ -5648,8 +5604,8 @@ Roth—he little thinks it’s ma’am!”</p> Hollis.</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>”‘Thou know’st the mask of night is on me face,</i></span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Else would a maid-en blush bepaint me cheek,’”</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>”‘Thou know’st the mask of night is on me face,</i></span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Else would a maid-en blush bepaint me cheek,’”</i></span><br> </p> <p class="nind">he quoted, gravely. “That’s about the size of it, I guess.”</p> @@ -5657,7 +5613,7 @@ Hollis.</p> <p>Having drawn the last smile from Cicely, he went off to his tent, and presently he and the judge started for the nearest trout-brook together.</p> -<p>Paul came up from the beach. “There’s an Indian<a name="page_170" id="page_170"></a> village two miles above +<p>Paul came up from the beach. “There’s an Indian<a id="page_170"></a> village two miles above here, Cicely; do you care to have a look at it? I could take you and Miss Bruce in the little canoe.”</p> @@ -5693,7 +5649,7 @@ curious—your village? Perhaps it would be amusing, after all.”</p> the lake. The village was a temporary one, twenty or thirty wigwams in a grove. Only the women and children were at home, the sweet-voiced young squaws in their calico skirts and blankets, the queer little mummy-like -pappooses, the half-naked children. They brought out bows<a name="page_171" id="page_171"></a> and arrows to +pappooses, the half-naked children. They brought out bows<a id="page_171"></a> and arrows to sell, agates which they had found on the beach, Indian sugar in little birch-bark boxes, quaintly ornamented.</p> @@ -5729,7 +5685,7 @@ from here,” he said. Then again, “<i>Don’t</i> you want to go <p>“Well—if you like.”</p> <p>It was dark within; a man came down with a lantern, and preceded them up -the narrow winding<a name="page_172" id="page_172"></a> stairway. When they reached the top they could see +the narrow winding<a id="page_172"></a> stairway. When they reached the top they could see nothing but the interior of the little room; so down they came again, without even saying the usual things: about the probable queerness of life in such a place; and whether any one could really like it; and that @@ -5758,7 +5714,7 @@ in a blue dressing-gown over her delicate night-dress, her hair in long braids hanging down her back. The judge and Hollis had gone to bed, the Indians were asleep under their own tent; all was still, save the regular wash of the water on the beach. By the dying light of the -camp-fire she could make<a name="page_173" id="page_173"></a> out a figure—Paul, sitting alone beside one +camp-fire she could make<a id="page_173"></a> out a figure—Paul, sitting alone beside one of their rough tables, with his elbow upon it, his head supported by his hand. Something in his attitude struck her, and reasonlessly, silently, her anger against him vanished, and its place was filled by a great @@ -5784,11 +5740,11 @@ calculating. The bird which had so insistently cried “Whip-po-<i>Will</i>, twice, the laugh of a loon; Jupiter Light went on flashing its gleam regularly over the lake.</p> -<p>The man by the fire never once thought of Eve Bruce.<a name="page_174" id="page_174"></a></p> +<p>The man by the fire never once thought of Eve Bruce.<a id="page_174"></a></p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XVII" id="XVII"></a>XVII.</h2> +<h2><a id="XVII"></a>XVII.</h2> <p>P<small>AUL’S</small> arrangements, as regarded Cicely, had been excellent. But an hour arrived when the excellence suddenly became of no avail; for Cicely’s @@ -5817,7 +5773,7 @@ outrageous!”</p> <p>“No; I must disobey him.” She stood looking absently at the water. “He has some reason.”</p> -<p>“Of course he has—an excellent one; he wants to<a name="page_175" id="page_175"></a> keep you out of the +<p>“Of course he has—an excellent one; he wants to<a id="page_175"></a> keep you out of the mess of a long illness—you and Jack.”</p> <p>“I wish you would never mention Jack to me again.”</p> @@ -5854,7 +5810,7 @@ mean to be! It is you who are keeping me here. Can’t you see that I <p>“There’s no use talking, then.” She left him, and went back through the woods towards the tents.</p> -<p>The judge came up from the beach alone. Hollis,<a name="page_176" id="page_176"></a> who was sitting by the +<p>The judge came up from the beach alone. Hollis,<a id="page_176"></a> who was sitting by the fire, noted his desolate face. “Euchre?” he proposed, good-naturedly. (He called it “yuke.”) But the judge neither saw him nor heard him.</p> @@ -5885,7 +5841,7 @@ some one; I want to run away from grandpa and Eve.”</p> <p>“Oh, I dare say,” said Hollis, jocularly. But his eyes happening to fall first upon Eve, then upon the judge, he grew suddenly disturbed. “Why -don’t<a name="page_177" id="page_177"></a> you take Paul?” he suggested, still trying to be jocular. “He is +don’t<a id="page_177"></a> you take Paul?” he suggested, still trying to be jocular. “He is a better helper than I am.”</p> <p>“Paul is my head jailer,” answered Cicely. “Grandpa and Eve are only his @@ -5921,7 +5877,7 @@ the ladies, instead of crooking his back over that writing,” said Hollis.</p> <p>But the judge waved him aside. “For God’s sake, Tennant, come out, and -see what you can do<a name="page_178" id="page_178"></a> with Cicely! She is determined to go to that +see what you can do<a id="page_178"></a> with Cicely! She is determined to go to that murdering brother of yours in spite of—“</p> <p>“Hold up, if you please, about my brother,” said Paul, putting down his @@ -5958,7 +5914,7 @@ world has made you change so?” he said. “Do you know—it’ the dusky darkness; she had never been looked at in such a way before. “It’s brave, too,” she added, trying to keep back the tears.</p> -<p>“I don’t understand riddles.”<a name="page_179" id="page_179"></a></p> +<p>“I don’t understand riddles.”<a id="page_179"></a></p> <p>“I think you understand mine.” She had said it. She had been seized with a sudden wild desire to make an end of it, to put it into words. The @@ -5998,7 +5954,7 @@ other women do you think he has cared for?”</p> Cicely, composedly.</p> <p>The judge had followed Paul to his tent. He waited anxiously outside, -and then followed him back.<a name="page_180" id="page_180"></a></p> +and then followed him back.<a id="page_180"></a></p> <p>“I don’t believe, after all, Cicely, that you are going to do what I don’t want you to do,” said Paul, in a cheerful tone, as he came up. He @@ -6037,7 +5993,7 @@ obstinacy that was immovable.</p> <p>“Will you wait three days?”</p> -<p>“I shall start to-morrow,” replied Cicely.<a name="page_181" id="page_181"></a></p> +<p>“I shall start to-morrow,” replied Cicely.<a id="page_181"></a></p> <p>“Read this, then.” He took a letter from his pocket and held it towards her, his name, “Paul Tennant, Esq.,” clearly visible on the envelope in @@ -6080,7 +6036,7 @@ Eve.</p> <p>“Read the letter, then.”</p> <p>“No, take the letter away from her,” said Eve. She spoke to Paul, and -her tone was a command.<a name="page_182" id="page_182"></a> He looked at her; with a sudden change of +her tone was a command.<a id="page_182"></a> He looked at her; with a sudden change of feeling he tried to obey her. But it was too late, Cicely had thrust the letter into the bodice of her dress; then she rose, her sleeping child in her arms. “Grandpa, will you come with me? Will you carry Jack?”</p> @@ -6116,7 +6072,7 @@ through the woods towards the tents; Paul followed her.</p> <p>The judge came out as they approached. “She is reading it,” he said in a whisper. “Tennant, I hope you know what you are about?”</p> -<p>“Yes; that letter will make her stay,” answered Paul, decisively.<a name="page_183" id="page_183"></a></p> +<p>“Yes; that letter will make her stay,” answered Paul, decisively.<a id="page_183"></a></p> <p>Eve turned to enter the tent.</p> @@ -6132,9 +6088,9 @@ her seat to the matting that covered the floor.</p> <p>Eve lifted her; kneeling on the matting, she held her in her arms.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XVIII" id="XVIII"></a>XVIII.</h2> +<h2><a id="XVIII"></a>XVIII.</h2> <p>T<small>HE</small> letter, though it was only a partial revelation, roused in Ferdie’s wife a passion of anger so intense that they were all alarmed. She did @@ -6151,7 +6107,7 @@ him away. She followed him out.</p> <p>“If there is nothing for me to do then, I might as well go to bed.”</p> -<p>“You are fortunate in being able to sleep!”<a name="page_184" id="page_184"></a></p> +<p>“You are fortunate in being able to sleep!”<a id="page_184"></a></p> <p>“I shall sleep a great deal better than I did when I thought she would be starting south in spite of us,” retorted Paul. “Imagine her arriving @@ -6187,7 +6143,7 @@ this ground they met, Paul full of admiration for what he called her pluck and common-sense (both were but love), and she adoring him for his unswerving affection for his brother. Paul would go South soon; he would—he would make arrangements. She pinned all her faith upon Paul -now; Paul was her demi-god because he believed in his brother.<a name="page_185" id="page_185"></a></p> +now; Paul was her demi-god because he believed in his brother.<a id="page_185"></a></p> <p>And thus the camp-life went on again.</p> @@ -6220,7 +6176,7 @@ without doubt, an excellent accountant.”</p> <p>The tone of this remark, however, was lost upon Hollis. “That Paul, now, has done, since I’ve known him, at least twenty things that I couldn’t have done myself, any one of them, to save my life,” he went on; “and -yet I’m no fool. Not that they were big<a name="page_186" id="page_186"></a> undertakings, like the Suez +yet I’m no fool. Not that they were big<a id="page_186"></a> undertakings, like the Suez Canal or the capture of Vicksburg; but at least they were things <i>done</i>, and completely done. Have you ever noticed how mighty easy it is to believe that you <i>could</i> do all sorts of things if you only had the @@ -6253,7 +6209,7 @@ the beach, with Cicely; Eve, behind them, was leading Jack.</p> into one of the canoes.</p> <p>The judge had stopped at the edge of the beach; he now went slowly back -into the wood and joined Hollis.<a name="page_187" id="page_187"></a></p> +into the wood and joined Hollis.<a id="page_187"></a></p> <p>“Your turn, Miss Bruce,” said Paul. And Eve and Jack were placed in a second canoe. One of the Indians was to paddle it, but he was not quite @@ -6289,7 +6245,7 @@ needn’t be so afraid that Paul will grin; he’ll understand.”</ <p>And Paul did understand. At the end of half an hour, when Eagle Point was reached, and all had disembarked, he came to Hollis, and stood -beside him for a moment.<a name="page_188" id="page_188"></a></p> +beside him for a moment.<a id="page_188"></a></p> <p>“This canoe is not one of the best,” Hollis remarked.</p> @@ -6328,10 +6284,10 @@ Eve.</p> <p>And in a low tone Eve began to sing:</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>”‘Row the boat, row the boat up to the strand;</i></span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Before our door there is dry land.</i></span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Who comes hither all booted and spurred?</i></span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Little Jacky Bruce with his hand on his sword.’”</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>”‘Row the boat, row the boat up to the strand;</i></span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Before our door there is dry land.</i></span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Who comes hither all booted and spurred?</i></span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Little Jacky Bruce with his hand on his sword.’”</i></span><br> </p> <p>Paul came up. “Now for a walk,” he said to Cicely.</p> @@ -6363,10 +6319,10 @@ Jacky!”</p> with her song in a low tone:</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>”‘He knocks at the door and he pulls up the pin,</i></span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>And he says, “Mrs. Wingfield, is Polly within?”</i></span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>“Oh, Polly’s up-stairs a-sewing her silk.”</i></span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Down comes Miss Polly as white as milk.’”</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>”‘He knocks at the door and he pulls up the pin,</i></span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>And he says, “Mrs. Wingfield, is Polly within?”</i></span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>“Oh, Polly’s up-stairs a-sewing her silk.”</i></span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Down comes Miss Polly as white as milk.’”</i></span><br> </p> <p>“Eve never does what you ask, Paul,” remarked Cicely.</p> @@ -6378,7 +6334,7 @@ with her song in a low tone:</p> <p>“To be refused oftener?”</p> <p>“To gain your point—to conquer her. She is too self-willed—for a -woman.” She looked at Paul with a smile.<a name="page_190" id="page_190"></a></p> +woman.” She looked at Paul with a smile.<a id="page_190"></a></p> <p>The tie between them had become very close, and it was really her dislike to see him rebuffed, even in the smallest thing, that made her @@ -6413,13 +6369,13 @@ Eve—no. I want old Eve, Uncly Paul,” he said, in his most persuasive voice. Then, to make himself irresistible, he began singing Eve’s song:</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>”‘Who pums idder, all booted an’ spurred?</i></span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Little Jacky Bruce wiz his han’ on his sword.’”</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;"><i>”‘Who pums idder, all booted an’ spurred?</i></span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Little Jacky Bruce wiz his han’ on his sword.’”</i></span><br> </p> <p>Hollis came up. “Were you wanting to go off somewhere? I’ll take Jack.”</p> -<p>“Old man, <i>you</i> get out,” suggested Jack, calmly.<a name="page_191" id="page_191"></a></p> +<p>“Old man, <i>you</i> get out,” suggested Jack, calmly.<a id="page_191"></a></p> <p>“Oh, where does he learn such things?” said Eve. She thought she was distressed—she meant to be; but there was an undertide of joyousness, @@ -6449,11 +6405,11 @@ changed, he felt befooled.</p> <p>Paul and Eve went up the beach and turned into the wood. It was a magnificent evergreen forest without underbrush; above, the sunlight was shut out, they walked in a gray-green twilight. The stillness was so -intense that it was oppressive.<a name="page_192" id="page_192"></a></p> +intense that it was oppressive.<a id="page_192"></a></p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XIX" id="XIX"></a>XIX.</h2> +<h2><a id="XIX"></a>XIX.</h2> <p>T<small>HEY</small> walked for some distance without speaking. “I have just been writing to Ferdie,” Paul said at last.</p> @@ -6489,7 +6445,7 @@ for so long an absence?”</p> <p>“As Hollis would phrase it, ‘You bet it was!’” answered Paul, laughing. “I shall come back without a cent in either pocket; but I’ve been -centless before—I’m not terrified.”<a name="page_193" id="page_193"></a></p> +centless before—I’m not terrified.”<a id="page_193"></a></p> <p>“If you would only take some of mine!”</p> @@ -6525,7 +6481,7 @@ you look! Are you ill?”</p> <p>“As you please.”</p> -<p>“If they go to South America, why shouldn’t you<a name="page_194" id="page_194"></a> go with them?” he said, +<p>“If they go to South America, why shouldn’t you<a id="page_194"></a> go with them?” he said, after a while, returning to his first topic. “You will have to go if you want to keep a hold on Jack, for Cicely will never give him up to you for good and all, as you have hoped. If you were with them, <i>I</i> should @@ -6563,7 +6519,7 @@ held hers, as they had done before; then, after a moment, he put his arm round her, drew her to him, and bent his face to hers.</p> <p>She tried to spring from him. But he still held her. “What shall I say -to excuse myself, Eve?”<a name="page_195" id="page_195"></a></p> +to excuse myself, Eve?”<a id="page_195"></a></p> <p>The tones of his voice were very sweet. But he was smiling a little too. She saw it; she broke from his grasp.</p> @@ -6602,7 +6558,7 @@ that he was trying to bring it in.</p> <p>But his progress was slow.</p> <p>“Oh, there must be something the matter! Perhaps a cramp has seized -him.” A terrible impatience<a name="page_196" id="page_196"></a> took possession of her; it was impossible +him.” A terrible impatience<a id="page_196"></a> took possession of her; it was impossible for him to hear her, yet she cried to him at the top of her voice, and fiercely: “Let it go! Let it go, I say! Come in alone. Who cares for it, whatever it is?” It was not until his burden lay on the beach that she @@ -6631,7 +6587,7 @@ handkerchief. Even then she kept thinking, “He has forgotten it!”</p <p>By-and-by—it seemed to her a long time—she saw a canoe coming round the point. It held but one person—Paul. He paddled rapidly towards her. “Why didn’t you follow me, as I told you to?” he said, almost angrily. -“Hollis has gone back to the<a name="page_197" id="page_197"></a> camp for more canoes and the Indians; he +“Hollis has gone back to the<a id="page_197"></a> camp for more canoes and the Indians; he took Cicely, and he ought to have taken you.”</p> <p>“I wanted to stay here.”</p> @@ -6665,7 +6621,7 @@ With a determined effort at self-control, she succeeded in turning the canoe, and waited steadily until Paul gave the sign. Keeping her eyes carefully away from that side, she then started back towards the shore, Paul convoying his floating freight a little behind her. As they -approached the beach,<a name="page_198" id="page_198"></a> he made a motion signifying that she should take +approached the beach,<a id="page_198"></a> he made a motion signifying that she should take the canoe farther down; when she was safely at a distance, he brought his tow ashore. It was the body of a sailor. The fragment of deck planking to which he was tied had one end charred; this told the @@ -6701,7 +6657,7 @@ I helped.”</p> <p>“He shouldn’t have asked you.” He went off to Paul, and she sat down again; she took up her task of drying the golden curls. After a while -the sound of voices ceased, and she knew that they had all gone<a name="page_199" id="page_199"></a> out on +the sound of voices ceased, and she knew that they had all gone<a id="page_199"></a> out on the lake for further search. She went on with what she was doing; but presently, in the stillness, she began to feel that she must turn and look; she was haunted by the idea that one of the men who had been @@ -6742,7 +6698,7 @@ there, Mr. Hollis? Go and find out!”</p> <p>“Yes, there’s a chance for this one; he’ll come round, I guess.”</p> -<p>“Paul has saved him.”<a name="page_200" id="page_200"></a></p> +<p>“Paul has saved him.”<a id="page_200"></a></p> <p>“I don’t know that he’s much worth the saving; he looks a regular scalawag.”</p> @@ -6780,11 +6736,11 @@ twenty cabin passengers and thirty-five emigrants. Total loss.” he could not give any more time to forest-life, and they all, therefore, returned to Port aux Pins together. Once there Paul seemed to have no thought for anything but his business affairs. And Eve, in her heart, -said again, “He has forgotten!”<a name="page_201" id="page_201"></a></p> +said again, “He has forgotten!”<a id="page_201"></a></p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XX" id="XX"></a>XX.</h2> +<h2><a id="XX"></a>XX.</h2> <p>F<small>OURTH OF</small> J<small>ULY</small> at Port aux Pins; a brilliant morning with the warm sun tempering the cool air, and shining on the pure cold blue of the lake.</p> @@ -6798,14 +6754,14 @@ whole town behind them, eating peanuts, and criticising.</p> following was the order as printed in the Port aux Pins <i>Eagle:</i></p> <div class="block"> -<p class="c">“The Marshal of the Day.<br /> -The Goddess of Liberty. (Parthenia Drone.)<br /> -The Clergy. (In carriages.)<br /> -Fire-Engine E. P. Snow.<br /> +<p class="c">“The Marshal of the Day.<br> +The Goddess of Liberty. (Parthenia Drone.)<br> +The Clergy. (In carriages.)<br> +Fire-Engine E. P. Snow.<br> The Mayor and Common Council. (In carriages.) -Hook and Ladder No. 1.<br /> +Hook and Ladder No. 1.<br> The Immortal Colonies. (Thirteen little girls in a wagon, -singing the ‘Red, White, and Blue.’)<br /> +singing the ‘Red, White, and Blue.’)<br> Fire-Engine Leander Braddock.</p> <p>The Carnival of Venice. (This was a tableau. It represented @@ -6818,11 +6774,11 @@ down upon him from a Venetian balcony; she represented a Muse.)</p> <p class="c">Reader of the Declaration of Independence, and Orator of -the Day. (In carriages.)<br /> -The Survivors of the War. (On foot with banners.)<br /> -Model of Monument to Our Fallen Heroes.<br /> -The Band. (Playing ‘The Sweet By-and-By.’)<br /> -Widows of Our Fallen Heroes. (In carriages.)<br /> +the Day. (In carriages.)<br> +The Survivors of the War. (On foot with banners.)<br> +Model of Monument to Our Fallen Heroes.<br> +The Band. (Playing ‘The Sweet By-and-By.’)<br> +Widows of Our Fallen Heroes. (In carriages.)<br> Fire-Engine Senator M. P. Hagen.</p> <p>The Arts and Sciences. (Represented by the portable @@ -6854,7 +6810,7 @@ jangling merrily when they reached the street. People were hurrying towards the square; many of them were delegates from neighboring towns who had accompanied their fire-engines to Port aux Pins on this, the nation’s birthday. White dresses were abundant; the favorite refreshment -was a lemon partially scooped out, the hollow filled with<a name="page_203" id="page_203"></a> lemon candy. +was a lemon partially scooped out, the hollow filled with<a id="page_203"></a> lemon candy. When they reached the square Paul established Cicely on the top of a fence, standing behind to steady her; and presently the procession appeared, wheeling slowly in, and falling into position in a half-circle @@ -6890,7 +6846,7 @@ growing louder and louder until they became roars.</p> <p>“I knew it was you,” Hollis said to Paul, when, later, his official duties over, and his satin scarf removed, he appeared at the cottage to -talk it over.<a name="page_204" id="page_204"></a></p> +talk it over.<a id="page_204"></a></p> <p>“But say, did you notice the widows of our fallen heroes? They had a sort of glare under their crape. You see, once we had eight of ’em, but @@ -6923,7 +6879,7 @@ judge, Eve, Cicely, and Porley with Jack, were sitting on the steps, after the Port aux Pins fashion. They had all been using their best blandishments to induce Master Jack to go to bed; but that young gentleman refused; he played patty-cake steadily with Porley, looking at -the others out of the corner of his eye; and if Porley made the<a name="page_205" id="page_205"></a> least +the others out of the corner of his eye; and if Porley made the<a id="page_205"></a> least attempt to rise, he set up loud bewailings, with his face screwed, but without a tear. It was suspected that these were pure artifice; and not one of his worshippers could help admiring his sagacity. They altogether @@ -6954,7 +6910,7 @@ as follows:</p> not so well as we have thought. All that laughing yesterday morning wasn’t natural; I am afraid that she will break down completely when I start south. So I write to suggest that you take her off for -a trip of ten days or so;<a name="page_206" id="page_206"></a> you might go to St. Paul. Then she +a trip of ten days or so;<a id="page_206"></a> you might go to St. Paul. Then she needn’t see me at all, and it really would be better.</p> <p>“As to seeing you again—</p> @@ -6984,7 +6940,7 @@ been anything like that, he <i>would</i> have finished it; it would have been easy to do so. No; it was something different. Oh, if it could only have been, ‘As to seeing you again, I <i>must</i> see you, it must be managed in some way; I cannot go without a leave-taking!’” She sat up; her eyes -were now radiant and sweet.<a name="page_207" id="page_207"></a> Their glance happened to fall upon her +were now radiant and sweet.<a id="page_207"></a> Their glance happened to fall upon her watch, which was lying, case open, upon the table. Four o’clock. “I have sat here all night! I am losing my wits.” She undressed rapidly, angrily. Clad in white, she stood brushing her hair, her supple figure @@ -7012,7 +6968,7 @@ about it which he thought might come to something.</p> <p>Paul, too, thought that they might come to something when he heard what they were. He was excited; he began to jot down figures on the envelope which he had intended for Eve. Finally he and the new-comer went out -together; before going he put the letter in his pocket.<a name="page_208" id="page_208"></a></p> +together; before going he put the letter in his pocket.<a id="page_208"></a></p> <p>When he came in, it was late. “First mail to Port aux Pins?” he inquired.</p> @@ -7030,9 +6986,9 @@ years; that isn’t bad. Ferdie will need a good deal. Ye-ough!” (a ya have been important, in any case. I’ll just sign it, and let it go.” So he wrote, “Yours sincerely, Paul Tennant;” and went to bed.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXI" id="XXI"></a>XXI.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXI"></a>XXI.</h2> <p>P<small>AUL</small> came back to Port aux Pins five days before the time of his departure for the South. Cicely was still there. She had refused to go @@ -7044,7 +7000,7 @@ though you were trying to keep me away from him.”</p> <p>“It must be curious to be such a cold sort of person as you are,” Cicely went on, looking at her. “You have only one feeling that ever gives you -any trouble, haven’t you? That’s anger.”<a name="page_209" id="page_209"></a></p> +any trouble, haven’t you? That’s anger.”<a id="page_209"></a></p> <p>“I am never angry with you,” Eve answered, with the humility which she always showed when Cicely made her cutting little speeches.</p> @@ -7076,7 +7032,7 @@ the town, a frightened woman came out of one of them, calling loudly, <p>A second woman, who was hanging out clothes, dropped the garment she had in her hand and ran within; Eve followed her. A young girl, who appeared -to be in a spasm, occupied the one bed, a<a name="page_210" id="page_210"></a> poor one; the mother rushed +to be in a spasm, occupied the one bed, a<a id="page_210"></a> poor one; the mother rushed to her. In a few minutes the danger was over, and the girl fell into a heavy sleep.</p> @@ -7109,7 +7065,7 @@ upon me!” She sank into a chair, her toil-worn hands over her face, her tired back bent forward, relaxed at last, and resting.</p> <p>Eve pursued her investigations; she sent a boy to town for provisions, -and waited to see a meal prepared.<a name="page_211" id="page_211"></a> Mrs. Halley, still wet and ragged, +and waited to see a meal prepared.<a id="page_211"></a> Mrs. Halley, still wet and ragged, but now refreshed by joy, moved about rapidly; at last there was nothing more to do but to sit down and wait. “She was the prettiest of all my children,” she remarked, indicating the sleeping girl with a motion of @@ -7141,7 +7097,7 @@ her—a cracker and a piece of mackerel.”</p> scarcely breathe. She went towards the forest, and, entering it by a cart-track, walked rapidly on. Rose Bonham was the daughter of the butter-woman. Bonham had a forest farm about five miles from Port aux -Pins on the road to Betsy<a name="page_212" id="page_212"></a> Lake, and his wife kept Paul’s cottage +Pins on the road to Betsy<a id="page_212"></a> Lake, and his wife kept Paul’s cottage supplied with butter. Eve had seen the daughter several times; she was a very beautiful girl. Eve and Cicely thought her bold; but the women who eat the butter are apt to think so of those who bring it, if the @@ -7169,7 +7125,7 @@ those things, they say; why haven’t they the best of it?”</p> direction her steps were taking; now it came to her that the road to Lake Betsy, and therefore to Bonham’s, was not far away, and she crossed the wood towards it. When she reached it, she turned towards Bonham’s. -Five miles. It was now after five o’clock.<a name="page_213" id="page_213"></a></p> +Five miles. It was now after five o’clock.<a id="page_213"></a></p> <p>When she came in sight of the low roof and scattered out-buildings a sudden realization of what she was doing came to her, and she stopped. @@ -7199,7 +7155,7 @@ walked five miles to see a game of whist.</p> over, and the others have gone to bed, he will see that girl somehow!”</p> <p>She did not find the road a long one. Passion made it short, a passion -of jealous despair.<a name="page_214" id="page_214"></a></p> +of jealous despair.<a id="page_214"></a></p> <p>Reaching the town at last, she passed an ephemeral ice-cream saloon with a large window; seated within, accompanied by a Port aux Pins youth of @@ -7216,36 +7172,35 @@ His face had a look that made her heart stop beating; in the narrow hall, under the small lamp, he gave her, one by one, three telegraphic despatches, open.</p> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="" -style="border:none;"> -<tr><td align="left"><i>The first:</i></td><td align="right">“<i>Monday.</i></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">“Break it to Cicely.</td><td>Dear Ferdie died at dawn.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td><td align="right">“S<small>ABRINA</small> A<small>BERCROMBIE</small>.”</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><i>The second:</i></td><td align="right"><i>“Monday.</i></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">“Morrison died this morning.</td><td>Telegraph your wishes.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td><td align="right">“E<small>DWARD</small> K<small>NOX</small>, M.D.”</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><i>The third:</i></td><td align="right"><i>“Wednesday.</i></td></tr> -<tr valign="top"><td align="left">“Morrison buried this afternoon. </td><td align="left">Address me, Charleston Hotel,<br /> Charleston.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td><td align="right">“E<small>DWARD</small> K<small>NOX</small>, M.D.”</td></tr> +<table style="border:none; border: none; padding: 0px; border-spacing: 0px;"> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><i>The first:</i></td><td style="text-align: right;">“<i>Monday.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;">“Break it to Cicely.</td><td>Dear Ferdie died at dawn.</td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"> </td><td style="text-align: right;">“S<small>ABRINA</small> A<small>BERCROMBIE</small>.”</td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><i>The second:</i></td><td style="text-align: right;"><i>“Monday.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;">“Morrison died this morning.</td><td>Telegraph your wishes.</td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"> </td><td style="text-align: right;">“E<small>DWARD</small> K<small>NOX</small>, M.D.”</td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><i>The third:</i></td><td style="text-align: right;"><i>“Wednesday.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;">“Morrison buried this afternoon. </td><td style="text-align: left;">Address me, Charleston Hotel,<br> Charleston.</td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"> </td><td style="text-align: right;">“E<small>DWARD</small> K<small>NOX</small>, M.D.”</td></tr> </table> <p>“I ought to have had them two days ago,” said Paul. He stood with his lips slightly apart looking at her, but without seeing her or seeing -anything.<a name="page_215" id="page_215"></a></p> +anything.<a id="page_215"></a></p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXII" id="XXII"></a>XXII.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXII"></a>XXII.</h2> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“Up the airy mountain,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Down the rushy glen,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">We daren’t go a-hunting,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For fear of little men:</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Wee folk, good folk,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Trooping all together;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Green jacket, red cap,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And white owl’s feather!”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“Up the airy mountain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Down the rushy glen,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">We daren’t go a-hunting,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For fear of little men:</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Wee folk, good folk,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Trooping all together;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Green jacket, red cap,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And white owl’s feather!”</span><br> </p> <p>S<small>O</small>, in a sweet little thread of a voice, sang Cicely; her tones, though @@ -7256,14 +7211,14 @@ opposite wall, and presently she began again, beating time with her hand on the arm of the chair:</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“Down along the rocky shore</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Some make their home;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">They live on crispy pancakes</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of yellow tide foam;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Some in the reeds</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of the black mountain lake,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">With frogs for their watch-dogs,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All night awake—awake.”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“Down along the rocky shore</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Some make their home;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">They live on crispy pancakes</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of yellow tide foam;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Some in the reeds</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of the black mountain lake,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">With frogs for their watch-dogs,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All night awake—awake.”</span><br> </p> <p>She laughed.</p> @@ -7272,7 +7227,7 @@ on the arm of the chair:</p> hobnailed shoes, and made all the noise possible—Cicely would not have noticed it. “I can’t stand it!” he said to Paul, outside.</p> -<p>“How it must feel—to be as stiff and old as that!”<a name="page_216" id="page_216"></a> was the thought +<p>“How it must feel—to be as stiff and old as that!”<a id="page_216"></a> was the thought that passed through the younger man’s mind. For the judge’s features were no longer able to express the sorrows that lay beneath; even while speaking his despair his face remained immovable, like a mask.</p> @@ -7305,7 +7260,7 @@ that you can afford to set up as a pattern?”</p> <p>“You mean that you arranged things so that she shouldn’t know. All decent men do that, I suppose, and Ferdie didn’t in the least intend -that Cicely should know, either. He told her to stay here; if<a name="page_217" id="page_217"></a> she had +that Cicely should know, either. He told her to stay here; if<a id="page_217"></a> she had persisted in going down there against his wish, and against his arrangements also, fancy what she would have put her head into! I couldn’t let her do that, of course. But though I told her enough to @@ -7334,7 +7289,7 @@ seeing that she was to be of no use, had sent a nurse. On the fourth day, Paul said: “You must have some sleep, Eve. Go to your room; I will have you called if she grows worse.”</p> -<p>“No; I must stay here.”<a name="page_218" id="page_218"></a></p> +<p>“No; I must stay here.”<a id="page_218"></a></p> <p>“Why? There is nothing for you to do.”</p> @@ -7372,7 +7327,7 @@ her hand in order not to appear too watchful, but who in reality saw the rise and fall of her patient’s every breath, was near. Eve went to the place where she often sat—a chair partially screened by the projection of a large wardrobe; she could see only a towel-stand opposite, and the -ingrain<a name="page_219" id="page_219"></a> carpet, in ugly octagons of red and green, at her feet. The +ingrain<a id="page_219"></a> carpet, in ugly octagons of red and green, at her feet. The silence was profound.</p> <p>“I am a murderer, it is a murderer who is sitting here. If people only @@ -7404,7 +7359,7 @@ coming to her senses, I shouldn’t be able to tell her.</p> senses; I have sat here for days, afraid to leave her, watching every moment lest she should begin to talk rationally. For then I should have to tell her; and she would tell Paul. Oh, I cannot have him know—I -<i>cannot.</i>”<a name="page_220" id="page_220"></a></p> +<i>cannot.</i>”<a id="page_220"></a></p> <p>Made stupid by her misery, she sat gazing at the floor, her eyes fixed, her lips slightly apart.</p> @@ -7419,10 +7374,10 @@ involuntary recital began anew: “I am a murderer, it is a murderer who is sitting here. If people only knew!”</p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“They may rail at this life; from the hour I began it</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">I’ve found it a life full of kindness and bliss;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">And until you can show me some happier planet,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: .5em;">More social, more gay, I’ll content me with this,”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“They may rail at this life; from the hour I began it</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">I’ve found it a life full of kindness and bliss;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">And until you can show me some happier planet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">More social, more gay, I’ll content me with this,”</span><br> </p> <p class="nind">chanted Cicely, sweetly.</p> @@ -7439,7 +7394,7 @@ anything in the world.’ It’s Ferdie I have killed.</p> <p>—”‘Morrison buried this afternoon. Address me Charleston Hotel, Charleston.’ He put those despatches in his pocket and went into the -back room.<a name="page_221" id="page_221"></a> He sat down by the table, and laid his head upon his arms. +back room.<a id="page_221"></a> He sat down by the table, and laid his head upon his arms. His shoulders shook, I know he was crying, he was crying for his brother. Oh, I will go down-stairs and tell him the whole; I will go this moment.” She rose.</p> @@ -7478,11 +7433,11 @@ she left the room.</p> <p>But as she went up the stairs she knew that there would be no other time. “Never! never! I shall never tell him. What do I care for truthfulness, or courage, compared with one word of his spoken in that -tone!”<a name="page_222" id="page_222"></a></p> +tone!”<a id="page_222"></a></p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXIII" id="XXIII"></a>XXIII.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXIII"></a>XXIII.</h2> <p>M<small>ISS</small> S<small>ABRINA</small>’<small>S</small> first letters had been so full of grief that they had been vague; to her there had been but the one fact: Ferdie was dead.</p> @@ -7506,7 +7461,7 @@ was a woman who would have rejoiced in her sons; daughters would never have been important to her.</p> <p>She thought that she was perfectly reasonable about Ferdie. No, Cicely -must not come back to<a name="page_223" id="page_223"></a> him for the present; baby too—darling little +must not come back to<a id="page_223"></a> him for the present; baby too—darling little boy!—he must be kept away; and oh! how terrible that flight through the woods, and the escape in the boat; she thought of it every night with tremors. Yet, in spite of all, she loved the man who had caused these @@ -7671,14 +7626,14 @@ beg to remain your obedient servant,</p> </div> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXIV" id="XXIV"></a>XXIV.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXIV"></a>XXIV.</h2> <p>M<small>IDSUMMER</small> at Port aux Pins. The day was very hot; there was no feeling of dampness, such as belongs sometimes to the lower-lake towns in the dog-days, up here the air remained dry and clear and pure; but the -splendid sunshine had almost the temperature<a name="page_227" id="page_227"></a> of flame; it seemed as if +splendid sunshine had almost the temperature<a id="page_227"></a> of flame; it seemed as if the miles of forest must take fire, as from a burning-glass.</p> <p>Eve stood at the open window of Paul’s little parlor. A figure passed in @@ -7708,7 +7663,7 @@ this from Paul, you may depend; <i>he</i> don’t blab. But the law sharks w came up here to get hold of whatever they could (for you see Paul has always been a partner in his brother’s enterprises, so that gives ’em a chance), these scamps talked to me some. So I know. But even the sale of -his Clay County iron won’t clear Paul—he will have to guarantee other<a name="page_228" id="page_228"></a> +his Clay County iron won’t clear Paul—he will have to guarantee other<a id="page_228"></a> debts; it will take him years to clear it all off, unless he has something better than his present salary to do it with.”</p> @@ -7748,7 +7703,7 @@ it,” Paul answered.</p> <p>“You mean that it is not my business. Oh, don’t be so hard! Say three words just for once.”</p> -<p>“Why, I’ll say as many as you like, Eve. Ferdie<a name="page_229" id="page_229"></a> was one of the most +<p>“Why, I’ll say as many as you like, Eve. Ferdie<a id="page_229"></a> was one of the most brilliant fellows in the world; if he had lived, all his investments would have turned out finely, he was sure of a fortune some time.”</p> @@ -7780,7 +7735,7 @@ lodges had been built; the nurse accompanied Cicely; they were a party of eight, without counting the cook and the Indians.</p> <p>At first Cicely remained in much the same state, she recognized no one -but Jack.<a name="page_230" id="page_230"></a></p> +but Jack.<a id="page_230"></a></p> <p>Jack continued to be his mother’s most constant adorer; he climbed often into her lap, and, putting his arms round her neck, “loved” her with his @@ -7812,7 +7767,7 @@ from Port aux Pins. After establishing them at Jupiter, he had been obliged to return to town immediately, and he had remained there closely occupied for more than a week. He sat down, refusing Hollis’s proffered glass. The nurse came out, and walked to and fro before Cicely’s lodge, -breathing the aromatic air; this meant that<a name="page_231" id="page_231"></a> Cicely still slept. Eve had +breathing the aromatic air; this meant that<a id="page_231"></a> Cicely still slept. Eve had seated herself a little apart from the fire; her figure was in the shadow. Her mind was filled with but one thought: “Cicely better? Then must I tell her?” By-and-by the conversation of the others came to her.</p> @@ -7847,7 +7802,7 @@ afraid—even if it was an unintentional shot—that I should want to <p>“Blood for blood!” responded Paul, hotly. “No, not unless I killed him; then I might.”</p> -<p>Eve rose.<a name="page_232" id="page_232"></a></p> +<p>Eve rose.<a id="page_232"></a></p> <p>Paul got up. “Oh, are you going?” But she did not hear him; she had gone to her lodge. He sat down again. She did not reappear that night.</p> @@ -7876,7 +7831,7 @@ smiling as he said it; “I can’t sleep, even. Come, take me; I’ a bad fellow, after all—I really think I’m not. And as regards my feeling for you, you need not be troubled; it’s strong enough!”</p> -<p>She quailed under his ardor.<a name="page_233" id="page_233"></a></p> +<p>She quailed under his ardor.<a id="page_233"></a></p> <p>“I haven’t spoken before because there has been so much to do,” Paul continued; “there has been Cicely, and then I’ve been harassed about @@ -7912,7 +7867,7 @@ care of Cicely together.”</p> <p>“I shall never marry.”</p> -<p>“Yes, you will.”<a name="page_234" id="page_234"></a></p> +<p>“Yes, you will.”<a id="page_234"></a></p> <p>“I do not wish to leave Cicely.”</p> @@ -7950,7 +7905,7 @@ of your own. See here, Eve, I don’t want to be played with in this way; you love me, and I worship you; by this time next week you are to be my wife.”</p> -<p><a name="page_235" id="page_235"></a>“I must go away from you, then? You won’t help me? Where can I go!” She +<p><a id="page_235"></a>“I must go away from you, then? You won’t help me? Where can I go!” She left him; she walked slowly towards the lake, her head bowed.</p> <p>He followed her. He had paid no attention to what she was saying; @@ -7982,7 +7937,7 @@ the misery of her greeting so acutely that moisture rose in his eyes.</p> die—really, I didn’t want to at all. It was only because just at that moment I could not bear it to have you keep asking me when it was impossible,—I felt that I must go away; and apart from you, and Cicely -and baby, there seemed no place in the world for me! But now—now I<a name="page_236" id="page_236"></a> +and baby, there seemed no place in the world for me! But now—now I<a id="page_236"></a> <i>want</i> to live. Perhaps we shall both live long lives.”</p> <p>“I’m not a woman, you know,” said Paul, with a faint smile. “Women do @@ -8010,9 +7965,9 @@ note by mail; I want to know if you are contented with me.”</p> <p>Eve wrote but one word—“Yes.”</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXV" id="XXV"></a>XXV.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXV"></a>XXV.</h2> <p>P<small>AUL</small> remained away for ten days; not by his own wish, but detained by business.</p> @@ -8022,7 +7977,7 @@ to go out on the lake, and he took her for an hour or two every morning in one of the larger canoes; the nurse and Cicely sat at the bow, then came Porley and Jack, then Eve, then Hollis. Cicely still did not talk, she had not again asked for her grandfather; but she looked at the water -and the woods on the shore, and her face<a name="page_237" id="page_237"></a> showed occasionally some +and the woods on the shore, and her face<a id="page_237"></a> showed occasionally some slight childish interest in what was passing. Eve, too, scarcely spoke; but it was pleasure enough for poor Hollis to be opposite to her, where he could see her without appearing to gaze too steadily. He had always @@ -8049,7 +8004,7 @@ one thing to know that she loved Paul, Hollis was used to that; it was another to know that Paul loved her. He watched through the day, with all the acuteness of jealousy, discovering nothing. But that evening, when Eve had said good-night and started towards her lodge, Paul rose -and followed her.<a name="page_238" id="page_238"></a></p> +and followed her.<a id="page_238"></a></p> <p>“I guess I’ll go down to the lake for a moment or two,” Hollis said to the judge, who was sitting by the fire. He walked away in the direction @@ -8075,8 +8030,8 @@ sauntered out.</p> <p>He went to a beer-garden. The place was brightly lighted; dusty evergreens planted in tubs made foliage; little tables were standing in the sand; there was a stage upon which four men, in Tyrolese costume, -were singing, “O Strassburg, du wunderschöne Stadt!” very well, -accompanied by a small orchestra.<a name="page_239" id="page_239"></a></p> +were singing, “O Strassburg, du wunderschöne Stadt!” very well, +accompanied by a small orchestra.<a id="page_239"></a></p> <p>“Hello, Katty, wie geht’s?” said Hollis to a girl who was passing with a tray of empty beer-glasses. She stopped. “Want some ice-cream, Katty?”</p> @@ -8112,7 +8067,7 @@ to the garden again?”</p> whatever you may be. I’ll go back to the gardens, please.”</p> <p>When they reached the entrance, he put his hand in his pocket and drew -something out. “There,<a name="page_240" id="page_240"></a> Katty, take that and buy more dog-collars. +something out. “There,<a id="page_240"></a> Katty, take that and buy more dog-collars. Money’s all an old fellow like me is good for.”</p> <p>“Oh, Mr. Hollis,—when I like you better than many that’s young.”</p> @@ -8141,7 +8096,7 @@ persistent; finally he got up; his legs felt stiff, he brushed some dust from his trousers with the palm of his hand; then he went out.</p> <p>He went down to the street, and thence to the Baptist church. The door -stood open, and he went<a name="page_241" id="page_241"></a> in; the children were already in their places, +stood open, and he went<a id="page_241"></a> in; the children were already in their places, and the organ was sounding forth a lively tune; presently the young voices began all together in a chorus,</p> @@ -8178,7 +8133,7 @@ returned to her eyes, they all felt hopeful. They had strolled down to the beach one evening to see the sunset, and watch the first flash of Jupiter Light out on its reef. Eve was with Hollis; she selected him each day as her companion, asking him in so many words to accompany her; -Hollis went, showering out jokes and puns.<a name="page_242" id="page_242"></a> Now and then he varied his +Hollis went, showering out jokes and puns.<a id="page_242"></a> Now and then he varied his efforts at entertainment by legends of what he called “old times on the frontier.” They always began: “My father lived on a flat-boat. He was a bold and adventurous character.” In reality, his father was a teacher of @@ -8207,7 +8162,7 @@ one, I hope that person will hate you; if you should have any children, I hope they will be disobedient, and, whatever they may be to others, undutiful to you.”</p> -<p>“Cicely, stop!” cried Eve. “Will no one stop her?”<a name="page_243" id="page_243"></a></p> +<p>“Cicely, stop!” cried Eve. “Will no one stop her?”<a id="page_243"></a></p> <p>“God, curse Paul Tennant. He has been so cruel!” She was now kneeling down, her arms held up to heaven in appeal.</p> @@ -8247,7 +8202,7 @@ that.”</p> <p>“I beg you to go,” Eve entreated.</p> <p>Paul hesitated. “Will you promise not to leave this lodge until I come -back?”<a name="page_244" id="page_244"></a></p> +back?”<a id="page_244"></a></p> <p>“Yes.”</p> @@ -8287,7 +8242,7 @@ towards his lodge, his step stiff and slow.</p> <p>“Hadn’t you better go with him, then?”</p> -<p>“Oh yes; I’ll go.” He went towards the judge’s<a name="page_245" id="page_245"></a> lodge. “You go right +<p>“Oh yes; I’ll go.” He went towards the judge’s<a id="page_245"></a> lodge. “You go right into that lodge, fool Hollis, and stay there,—stay with that unreasonable, vituperative, cantankerous old Bourbon of a judge, and—judge of Bourbon! You smooth him down, and you hearten him up, you @@ -8321,7 +8276,7 @@ are five times as strong as she is.”</p> spyin’, Porley? Take dat rope an’ come wid me. ’ So I come. She’s cunjud me, marse; I is done fer.”</p> -<p>“Nonsense! Where’s the nurse?”<a name="page_246" id="page_246"></a></p> +<p>“Nonsense! Where’s the nurse?”<a id="page_246"></a></p> <p>“I doan know—I doan know. Says she, ‘We’ll take a walk, Miss Mile.’ An’ off dey went, ’way ober dat way. Reckon Miss Mile’s dead!”</p> @@ -8333,7 +8288,7 @@ there’s a dollar to help it along.”</p> to call at intervals; there was a distant answer, and he called again. And then gradually, nearer and nearer, came the self-respecting voice of Mary Ann Mile. Each time he shouted, “Hello there!” her answer was, -“Yes, sir; present-lée,” in a very well-educated tone.</p> +“Yes, sir; present-lée,” in a very well-educated tone.</p> <p>“What is this, Mrs. Mile?”</p> @@ -8355,7 +8310,7 @@ something to tell you. Listen.”</p> <p>“It is a pity you like that man—that Paul Tennant,” Cicely answered.</p> -<p>“If I do like him, I can never be anything to him.<a name="page_247" id="page_247"></a> This is what I +<p>“If I do like him, I can never be anything to him.<a id="page_247"></a> This is what I wanted to tell you: that I shot his brother.”</p> <p>“Well, if his brother was like <i>him</i>—”</p> @@ -8396,7 +8351,7 @@ again. (Poor little Jack, what journeys!)</p> <p>“Open that door; and go,” Cicely commanded.</p> -<p>Eve hesitated a moment. Then she obeyed.<a name="page_248" id="page_248"></a></p> +<p>Eve hesitated a moment. Then she obeyed.<a id="page_248"></a></p> <p>Cicely wrapped a shawl about Jack, and laid him down; she set to work and made two packets of clothing—one for herself, and one for the @@ -8431,7 +8386,7 @@ round her as a support.</p> <p>His tones thrilled her, she felt faint with happiness. Suddenly came the thought: “When we find her, she will tell him! She will tell him all I -said.”<a name="page_249" id="page_249"></a></p> +said.”<a id="page_249"></a></p> <p>“Don’t believe her; don’t believe anything she may tell you,” she entreated, passionately. A fierce feeling took possession of her; she @@ -8465,7 +8420,7 @@ shadow. She did not move; Paul lifted her in his arms.</p> <p>“The moon is under a cloud now,” she explained, in a whispering voice; “as soon as it comes out, I shall see Ferdie over there on the opposite -shore,<a name="page_250" id="page_250"></a> and I shall call to him. “Don’t let that fire go out, I haven’t +shore,<a id="page_250"></a> and I shall call to him. “Don’t let that fire go out, I haven’t another match; he will need the light as a guide.”</p> <p>“She thinks she is on Singleton Island!” said Eve;—“the night we got @@ -8473,9 +8428,9 @@ away.”</p> <p>Her tone was joyous.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXVI" id="XXVI"></a>XXVI.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXVI"></a>XXVI.</h2> <p>P<small>AUL AND</small> E<small>VE</small> took Cicely back to the camp. And almost immediately, before Mrs. Mile could undress her, she had fallen asleep. It was the @@ -8496,7 +8451,7 @@ will give you a pair of silver ear-rings, Dilsey, when we get home.” For she seemed to comprehend that they were not at home, but on a journey of some sort. The memory of everything that had happened since Ferdie’s arrival at Romney had been taken from her; she spoke of her husband as -in South<a name="page_251" id="page_251"></a> America. But she did not talk long on any subject. She wished +in South<a id="page_251"></a> America. But she did not talk long on any subject. She wished to have Jack always with her, she felt a tranquil interest in her grandfather, and this was all. With the others she was distant. Her manner to Eve was exactly the manner of those first weeks after Eve’s @@ -8521,7 +8476,7 @@ her long upper lip that seemed preliminary to a smile (though the smile never came), and by the quiet pride visible in her well-poised back. When, as generally happened, Cicely went out on the lake, Mrs. Mile, after over-seeing with her own eyes the preparations for lunch, would -retire to a certain bench, whence she could<a name="page_252" id="page_252"></a> watch for the returning +retire to a certain bench, whence she could<a id="page_252"></a> watch for the returning boats, and devote herself to literature for a while, always reading one book, the History of Windham, Connecticut, Windham being her native place. As she sat there, with her plain broad-cheeked face and smooth @@ -8557,7 +8512,7 @@ off?”</p> <p>When they came to the little enclosure, Cicely looked at it calmly. “Is this a garden?” she asked. She began to gather wild flowers outside. -Eve<a name="page_253" id="page_253"></a> went within; she cleared the fallen leaves from the grave of the +Eve<a id="page_253"></a> went within; she cleared the fallen leaves from the grave of the little girl. While she was thus occupied, steps came up the path, and Hollis appeared; making a sign to Eve, he offered his arm quickly to Cicely. “Mrs. Morrison, the judge is in a great hurry to have you come @@ -8594,7 +8549,7 @@ comes, we shall be all right.”</p> <p>“Do you expect him to-day?”</p> -<p>“Sorter; but I’m not sure.”<a name="page_254" id="page_254"></a></p> +<p>“Sorter; but I’m not sure.”<a id="page_254"></a></p> <p>A drunken shout sounded through the forest.</p> @@ -8630,7 +8585,7 @@ Jack; poor Porley was terribly frightened, but rather more afraid of Mrs. Mile, on the whole, than of the savages.</p> <p>By-and-by a red light flashed through the trees outside; the Indians had -kindled a fire.<a name="page_255" id="page_255"></a></p> +kindled a fire.<a id="page_255"></a></p> <p>Twenty minutes later Hollis paused at the door. “Paul’s coming, I guess; I hear paddles.”</p> @@ -8671,7 +8626,7 @@ whiskey’s out of ’em to-morrow, we can reduce ’em to reason.&r <p>“They’re eleven, Tennant,” said the judge; “you wouldn’t have time to shoot them all down.”</p> -<p>“I’m not going to shoot,” Paul responded. He went towards the door.<a name="page_256" id="page_256"></a></p> +<p>“I’m not going to shoot,” Paul responded. He went towards the door.<a id="page_256"></a></p> <p>“Don’t go,” pleaded Eve, interposing.</p> @@ -8713,7 +8668,7 @@ possible good was it? And if there had been real danger, you would have been in the way.”</p> <p>“You are trembling; are you so frightened, then?” he went on, his voice -growing softer.<a name="page_257" id="page_257"></a></p> +growing softer.<a id="page_257"></a></p> <p>“I am not frightened now.”</p> @@ -8734,9 +8689,9 @@ resist.</p> <p>In her heart rose the cry, “For one day, for one hour, let me have it, have it all! Then—”</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXVII" id="XXVII"></a>XXVII.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXVII"></a>XXVII.</h2> <p>O<small>N</small> the second day after the alarm, Paul took the Indians back to Port aux Pins, and dismissed them, after handing the ringleader to the proper @@ -8747,7 +8702,7 @@ dozen Irishmen, the least dilapidated he could find (the choice lay between Indians and Irishmen), and brought them to Jupiter Light to take the place of the crestfallen aborigines. He remained there a few days to see that all went well; then he returned to Port aux Pins for a week’s -stay. “Come a little way up the lake to meet me,” he said to Eve, as he<a name="page_258" id="page_258"></a> +stay. “Come a little way up the lake to meet me,” he said to Eve, as he<a id="page_258"></a> bade her good-by; “I shall be along about four o’clock next Wednesday afternoon.”</p> @@ -8776,7 +8731,7 @@ were young enough to love: “If you <i>can</i> feel as I do, then you may judge me.” But it was only once or twice that this mood had come to her, only once or twice that she thought of anything but Paul; his offered hand taken, her acceptance of it was at least superb in its -completeness; there was<a name="page_259" id="page_259"></a> no looking back, no fear, no regret; nothing +completeness; there was<a id="page_259"></a> no looking back, no fear, no regret; nothing but the fulness of joy.</p> <p>Still sweeter was it to feel that, deeply as she loved, she was loved as @@ -8794,7 +8749,7 @@ him in some way, he knew not how, had taken possession of him by force and forever—he recognized that, and did not contest it. Women are only women: this had been one of the settled convictions in the depths of his mind, and it was a conviction not much changed even now; yet this same -Paul, with his mediæval creed, made a lover much more invincible than a +Paul, with his mediæval creed, made a lover much more invincible than a hundred, a thousand other men, who would have said, perhaps, that they revered women more. “Revered?” Paul would have answered, “I don’t revere Eve, I <i>love</i> her!”</p> @@ -8804,7 +8759,7 @@ her hands, that he would come to her for this—had already come; and that it always would be so. This was happiness enough for her.</p> <p>This happiness had existed but ten days. But these days had seemed like -months of joy, she had<a name="page_260" id="page_260"></a> lived each moment so fully. “Sejed, Prince of +months of joy, she had<a id="page_260"></a> lived each moment so fully. “Sejed, Prince of Ethiopia, vowed to have three days of uninterrupted happiness—” she might have remembered the old fable and its ending. But she remembered nothing, she scorned to remember; let the unhappy, the unloved, think of @@ -8838,7 +8793,7 @@ paddled westward.</p> <p>It was a beautiful afternoon; a slight coolness, which made itself felt through the sunshine, showed that the short Northern summer was -approaching its end. As she sat with her back to the prow, she<a name="page_261" id="page_261"></a> was +approaching its end. As she sat with her back to the prow, she<a id="page_261"></a> was obliged to turn her head to look for the other canoe; and this she did many times. After one of these quests, she saw that Hollis’s eyes were upon her.</p> @@ -8853,7 +8808,7 @@ upon her.</p> beautiful.”</p> <p>“It’s my white dress,” Eve suggested, in a somewhat troubled voice. “I -had it made in Port aux Pins. It’s only piqué.” She smoothed the folds +had it made in Port aux Pins. It’s only piqué.” She smoothed the folds of the skirt for a moment, doubtfully.</p> <p>“I guess white favors you,” answered Hollis, with what he would have @@ -8877,7 +8832,7 @@ canoe, glided away.</p> <p>It was at this moment that Cicely, who had been asleep, opened her eyes. Her lodge was quiet; Mrs. Mile was reading near the window, her seat carefully placed so that the light should fall over her left shoulder -upon the page.<a name="page_262" id="page_262"></a></p> +upon the page.<a id="page_262"></a></p> <p>Cicely gazed at her for some time; then she jumped from the couch with a quick bound. “It’s impossible to lie here another instant and see that @@ -8910,7 +8865,7 @@ with him.</p> <p>“Priscilla Jane is short-winded, isn’t she?” remarked Cicely, at the lodge door, as he joined her. “Whenever she comes uphill, she always -stops, and pretends to admire the view, while she pants,<a name="page_263" id="page_263"></a> ‘What a +stops, and pretends to admire the view, while she pants,<a id="page_263"></a> ‘What a beautiful scene! What a <i>privilege</i> to see it!’”</p> <p>The judge grinned; he too had heard Mrs. Mile speak of “privileges.”</p> @@ -8948,7 +8903,7 @@ he lost sight of her; he returned to the beach by a roundabout way, in order to deceive Priscilla Jane; he was almost as much pleased as Cicely to outwit her.</p> -<p>Cicely went on through the forest; she walked<a name="page_264" id="page_264"></a> slowly, not stopping to +<p>Cicely went on through the forest; she walked<a id="page_264"></a> slowly, not stopping to gather flowers as usual. After a while her vague glance rested upon two figures in the distance. She stopped, and as, by chance, she was standing close beside the trunk of a large tree, her own person was @@ -8979,7 +8934,7 @@ where it was exactly?” And now she looked at Eve, inquiringly.</p> <p>Eve’s eyes met hers, and the deep antagonism of the expression roused the dulled intelligence. “How you do hate me, Eve! It’s because you love -Paul.<a name="page_265" id="page_265"></a> I don’t see how Paul can like you, when you were always so hard +Paul.<a id="page_265"></a> I don’t see how Paul can like you, when you were always so hard to Ferdie; for from the first she was hard to him, Paul; from the very first. I remember—“</p> @@ -9015,7 +8970,7 @@ that Paul did his best to content her.</p> to hold his attention. “And then she said: ‘Don’t you remember that we escaped through the woods to the north point, and that you tried to push off the boat, and couldn’t. Don’t you remember that gleam of the candle -down the dark road?’”<a name="page_266" id="page_266"></a></p> +down the dark road?’”<a id="page_266"></a></p> <p>Eve made an involuntary movement.</p> @@ -9052,7 +9007,7 @@ she added, threateningly.</p> <p>“Do you love me? Do you love me the same as ever?” she said.</p> -<p>He could scarcely hear her.<a name="page_267" id="page_267"></a></p> +<p>He could scarcely hear her.<a id="page_267"></a></p> <p>“Do you think I have had time to change since afternoon?” he asked, laughing.</p> @@ -9094,7 +9049,7 @@ plan?” he went on.</p> themselves,” he said, stroking her hair caressingly. “It’s always braided so closely, Eve; how long is it when down?”</p> -<p>But she did not hear these whispered words; she<a name="page_268" id="page_268"></a> drew herself away from +<p>But she did not hear these whispered words; she<a id="page_268"></a> drew herself away from him with passionate strength. “No, she must go with some one else; she can go with any one you please; we can have two nurses, instead of one. But you—you must not go; you must stay with me.”</p> @@ -9119,11 +9074,11 @@ impossible.</p> <p>Eve came back to him humbly enough. “I am afraid you do not like my interfering with your plans?” she said.</p> -<p>“You may interfere as much as you like,” answered Paul, smiling.<a name="page_269" id="page_269"></a></p> +<p>“You may interfere as much as you like,” answered Paul, smiling.<a id="page_269"></a></p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXVIII" id="XXVIII"></a>XXVIII.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXVIII"></a>XXVIII.</h2> <p>T<small>HE</small> next day Paul started at dawn for Port aux Pins, he wished to make the house ready for his wife; he had not much money, but there was one @@ -9147,7 +9102,7 @@ at his plain masculine arrangements. The bare floor would not please her, perhaps; he must order a carpet. “Turkey,” he thought, vaguely; he had heard the word, and supposed that it signified something very light in color, with a great many brilliant roses. “Perhaps there ought to be -a few more little things,”<a name="page_270" id="page_270"></a> he said to himself, doubtfully. Then, after +a few more little things,”<a id="page_270"></a> he said to himself, doubtfully. Then, after another moment’s survey: “But I needn’t be disturbed, she’ll soon fill it full of tottlish little tables and dimity; she’ll flounce everything with white muslin, and tie everything with blue ribbons; she’ll overflow @@ -9175,7 +9130,7 @@ lively, I began to tell her a dream which I had had. She interrupted me: ‘Dreams are the reflections of our thoughts by day, Priscilla Jane. I know your thoughts by day; they are wearing. I don’t want repetitions of them by night, I should be ground to powder.’ Now, ma’am, could anything -be more irrational?”<a name="page_271" id="page_271"></a></p> +be more irrational?”<a id="page_271"></a></p> <p>“She is herself again!” thought Eve. She went off into the forest, and did not return until the noon meal was over. Going to the kitchen, she @@ -9212,7 +9167,7 @@ heart in his eyes—his poor, hungry, unsatisfied old heart.</p> <p>“You <i>could</i> be of use to us,” said Eve, suddenly; (“Us!” thought Hollis.)—“the very greatest, Mr. Hollis. If you would go south with Judge Abercrombie and Mrs. Morrison it would be everything. They will -probably go in a week or ten days, and<a name="page_272" id="page_272"></a> Mrs. Mile accompanies them; but +probably go in a week or ten days, and<a id="page_272"></a> Mrs. Mile accompanies them; but if you could go too, it would be much safer.”</p> <p>“And you to stay in Port aux Pins with Paul,” thought Hollis. “I don’t @@ -9246,7 +9201,7 @@ time—<i>den</i> she’s weller.”</p> <p>“House,” demanded Jack.</p> -<p>Eve took him on her shoulder instead.<a name="page_273" id="page_273"></a></p> +<p>Eve took him on her shoulder instead.<a id="page_273"></a></p> <p>“Sing to Jacky; poor, <i>poor</i> Jacky!” said the child, gleefully.</p> @@ -9277,7 +9232,7 @@ round her, their future life together unrolled itself before her day by day, hour by hour, in all its details; in her happiness, all remembrance of anything else vanished away.</p> -<p>How long this state lasted she never knew. At a<a name="page_274" id="page_274"></a> certain point a distant +<p>How long this state lasted she never knew. At a<a id="page_274"></a> certain point a distant cry crossed the still ecstasy; but it reached her vaguely, it did not bring her back. A second summons was more distinct; but it seemed an impertinence which it was not necessary to answer. A third time came the @@ -9305,7 +9260,7 @@ Go back under the trees where he cannot see you, and sit there quietly; don’t speak.”</p> <p>When she was left alone, she went up the beach until she was on a line -with the canoe; the boat<a name="page_275" id="page_275"></a> moved waywardly and slowly, but it was being +with the canoe; the boat<a id="page_275"></a> moved waywardly and slowly, but it was being carried all the time still farther from the shore. “Jacky, are you having a good time out there?” she called, with a smiling face, as though the escapade had been his own, and he had cleverly outwitted @@ -9337,11 +9292,11 @@ girl to watch over him! But there was no man near, and there was no second boat. The canoe was already visibly farther away; little Jack’s eyes, looking at her, were becoming indistinct, she could see only the outline of his head and the yellow of his curls. She waved her hand to -him and sang, clearly and gayly:<a name="page_276" id="page_276"></a></p> +him and sang, clearly and gayly:<a id="page_276"></a></p> <p class="poem"> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“Row the boat, row the boat, up to the strand;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0em;">Before our door there is dry land—”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">“Row the boat, row the boat, up to the strand;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">Before our door there is dry land—”</span><br> </p> <p>And Jack answered with a distant “Ess.” Then he tried to go on with it. @@ -9370,7 +9325,7 @@ girl had understood.</p> <p>Eve could run very swiftly; her light figure, with its long step, made running easy to her. Yet each minute was now so precious that instinctively she used every precaution: she let her arms hang -lifelessly,<a name="page_277" id="page_277"></a> so that no energy should be spent in poising them; she kept +lifelessly,<a id="page_277"></a> so that no energy should be spent in poising them; she kept her lips apart, and her eyes fixed on the beach about two yards in advance of her, so that she could select as she ran the best places for her feet, and avoid the loose stones. Her slender feet, too (undressed @@ -9396,7 +9351,7 @@ experiments; she was desperate, panting.</p> red by the effort she had made, could see, there were no moving figures anywhere; no one sitting on the benches; no one on the beach. Where were all the people?—what could have become of them? Hollis and the -judge?—even the cook and the Irishmen? Nothing stirred; it<a name="page_278" id="page_278"></a> seemed to +judge?—even the cook and the Irishmen? Nothing stirred; it<a id="page_278"></a> seemed to her as if the very leaves on the trees and the waters of the lake had been struck by an unnatural calm. She came to the first stakes, where the nets were sometimes spread out. The nets were not there now. Then @@ -9428,7 +9383,7 @@ she articulated.</p> swiftness, and placed it under Eve’s head; then she waited. Eve’s eyes were closed; her throat and chest labored so, as she lay with her head thrown back, that Cicely bent down and quickly took out the little -arrow-pin, and unbuttoned the<a name="page_279" id="page_279"></a> top buttons of her dress. This relieved +arrow-pin, and unbuttoned the<a id="page_279"></a> top buttons of her dress. This relieved Eve; the convulsive panting grew quiet.</p> <p>But with her first long breath she was on her feet again. “Come!” she @@ -9463,7 +9418,7 @@ you.”</p> back to the lodge, put on her bonnet and shawl, and set off down the beach in the direction in which they were going, walking with steady steps, the shawl compactly pinned with two strong shawl-pins -representing beetles.<a name="page_280" id="page_280"></a></p> +representing beetles.<a id="page_280"></a></p> <p>As soon as they were fairly afloat, Cicely called: “Where is Jack? Tell me about it.”</p> @@ -9506,7 +9461,7 @@ some distance behind. Fifteen minutes more and she saw Porley, she rowed in rapidly. “Where is he?”</p> <p>“Dair!” answered Porley, pointing over the darkening water with a -gesture that was tragic in its despair.<a name="page_281" id="page_281"></a></p> +gesture that was tragic in its despair.<a id="page_281"></a></p> <p>At first Eve saw nothing; then she distinguished a black speck, she pointed towards it with her paddle.</p> @@ -9541,7 +9496,7 @@ Irishman, keeping her own boat well away from Cicely’s.</p> <p>“Go on!” commanded Cicely, with flashing eyes.</p> <p>There came another gust. The man, perplexed by the contrary orders, made -wrong strokes; the boat careened, then righted itself.<a name="page_282" id="page_282"></a></p> +wrong strokes; the boat careened, then righted itself.<a id="page_282"></a></p> <p>“Take her back,” called Eve, starting onward again.</p> @@ -9575,7 +9530,7 @@ rowed on, calling loudly.</p> <p>It was now perfectly dark. Presently an unusually brilliant gleam revealed for an instant a dark object on her left. She rowed towards it. -“Jacky, speak to Aunty Eve. Aunty Eve is close beside<a name="page_283" id="page_283"></a> you.” She put her +“Jacky, speak to Aunty Eve. Aunty Eve is close beside<a id="page_283"></a> you.” She put her whole heart into this cry; then she waited, breathless.</p> <p>From a distance came a sound, the sweetest which Eve Bruce had ever @@ -9619,7 +9574,7 @@ touched hers, and there in the night she saw Cicely all alone, like a phantom. “Baby?” demanded Cicely, holding the edge of Eve’s boat.</p> <p>“I heard him only a moment ago,” answered Eve, as excited as herself. -“Jacky! Jacky!”<a name="page_284" id="page_284"></a></p> +“Jacky! Jacky!”<a id="page_284"></a></p> <p>No reply.</p> @@ -9663,7 +9618,7 @@ lightning she took a new direction, so that her course resembled the spokes of a wheel.</p> <p>“He has of course fallen asleep,” said Cicely. “He is always so good -about going to bed.”<a name="page_285" id="page_285"></a></p> +about going to bed.”<a id="page_285"></a></p> <p>Their canoe now rose and fell perceptibly; the tranquillity of the lake was broken, it was no longer gray glass, nor a black floor; first there @@ -9695,7 +9650,7 @@ The lightning had begun to come in great sheets of white light; these were blinding, but if one could bear to look, they lit up the surface of the water for an instant with extraordinary distinctness. Cicely, from her babyhood so impressionable to lightning, let its glare sweep over -her unmoved; but her beautiful eyes were near-sighted,<a name="page_286" id="page_286"></a> she could not +her unmoved; but her beautiful eyes were near-sighted,<a id="page_286"></a> she could not see far. Eve, on the contrary, had strong eyesight, and after what seemed a long time (it was five minutes), she distinguished a dark, low outline very near at hand; she sent the boat in that direction with all @@ -9728,7 +9683,7 @@ next wave together, and down again.</p> alongside, now accompanied them more easily, towed by its stern. If it could have followed them instead of accompanying them, that would have been easier still; but Cicely’s seat was at the bow, and Eve did not -dare to risk a change of places; with the boat in tow, she paddled<a name="page_287" id="page_287"></a> +dare to risk a change of places; with the boat in tow, she paddled<a id="page_287"></a> towards the shore as well as she could, guided by the fire, which was large and bright, poor Porley, owing to whose carelessness in the second place the accident had occurred (Eve’s in the first place), expending in @@ -9755,7 +9710,7 @@ lifted the boy, and gave him to his mother, an enormous effort, as his little body was rigid and heavy—like death.</p> <p>And then they got ashore, they hardly knew how, though it took a long -time, Eve clinging to the stern<a name="page_288" id="page_288"></a> and Cicely paddling, her child at her +time, Eve clinging to the stern<a id="page_288"></a> and Cicely paddling, her child at her feet; the Irishman came to their assistance as soon as he could, the wind drove them towards the beach; Porley helped when it came to the landing. In reality they were blown ashore.</p> @@ -9767,9 +9722,9 @@ you that I forgive you everything. There is nothing the matter with me now; I understand and know—all; yet I forgive you,—because you have saved my child.”</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXIX" id="XXIX"></a>XXIX.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXIX"></a>XXIX.</h2> <p>P<small>RISCILLA</small> M<small>ILE</small>, close-reefed as to her skirts, and walking solidly, reached the shipwrecked party soon after nine o’clock; as she came by @@ -9785,7 +9740,7 @@ I guess.”</p> <p>The man hesitated.</p> <p>“Well, what are you about?” asked Mrs. Mile, walking up to him -threateningly, her beetle shawl-pins shining in the fire-light.<a name="page_289" id="page_289"></a></p> +threateningly, her beetle shawl-pins shining in the fire-light.<a id="page_289"></a></p> <p>The Irishman, who had been in a confused state ever since Cicely had forced his canoe into the water again after he had hauled it up on the @@ -9814,7 +9769,7 @@ had come so far with such a load, the wind bending him double. Priscilla Mile made tea as methodically as though the open beach, with the roaring water and the shrieking gale, had been a quiet room. Hollis watched them eat with an eagerness so intense that unconsciously his face made -masticating movements<a name="page_290" id="page_290"></a> in sympathy. When they had finished, a start +masticating movements<a id="page_290"></a> in sympathy. When they had finished, a start passed over him, as if he were awakening, and, making a trumpet of his hands, he shouted to Cicely: “Must go now; ’f I don’t, the old <i>judge</i> ’ll be trying to get here. Back—with <i>boat</i>—soon as <i>ca-a-an</i>.”</p> @@ -9849,7 +9804,7 @@ Mrs. Mile, taking it from its nail.</p> <p>“Bring me my thick dress and my walking-shoes, please.”</p> -<p>They were brought.<a name="page_291" id="page_291"></a></p> +<p>They were brought.<a id="page_291"></a></p> <p>Eve came in while Cicely was dressing.</p> @@ -9894,7 +9849,7 @@ looked lifeless.</p> for a moment or two; then she came and stood before her. “Perhaps you didn’t understand what I said on the beach? I told you that I remembered everything, knew everything. And that I forgave you because you had -saved baby; you jumped into the lake and saved him.” She<a name="page_292" id="page_292"></a> paused a +saved baby; you jumped into the lake and saved him.” She<a id="page_292"></a> paused a moment; “I forgive you—yes; but never let us speak of it again—never on this earth;—do you hear?” And, putting her hands on Eve’s shoulders, she pressed the palms down violently, as emphasis.</p> @@ -9924,7 +9879,7 @@ hurriedly with her task.</p> <p>A quiver had passed over Eve at the name. “You loved him, and he was your husband. But Paul can never take <i>me</i> for his wife; you forgive, -but he couldn’t.”<a name="page_293" id="page_293"></a></p> +but he couldn’t.”<a id="page_293"></a></p> <p>“You love Paul, then; is that it?” said Cicely, turning round again. “Now I remember—that day when I saw you in the woods. Why, Eve, he @@ -9966,7 +9921,7 @@ voice.</p> brother’s poor little child. I said then,‘O, let me save him, and I’ll give up everything!’”</p> -<p>“And supposing that nothing had happened to<a name="page_294" id="page_294"></a> Jack, and that I had not +<p>“And supposing that nothing had happened to<a id="page_294"></a> Jack, and that I had not got back my senses, how could you even then have married Paul, Eve Bruce?—let let him take as his wife a woman who did what you did?”</p> @@ -10005,7 +9960,7 @@ way out of it.”</p> <p>“You don’t understand,” Eve replied. “What I’m afraid of is Paul himself.”</p> -<p>“When he finds out?”<a name="page_295" id="page_295"></a></p> +<p>“When he finds out?”<a id="page_295"></a></p> <p>“Yes.”</p> @@ -10044,7 +9999,7 @@ raised her right hand and looked at it. “He would see me holding it—taking aim—”</p> <p>Cicely drew away, she struck Eve’s hand down with all her force. Then -she ran sobbing to the<a name="page_296" id="page_296"></a> bed, where Jack, half dressed, had fallen asleep +she ran sobbing to the<a id="page_296"></a> bed, where Jack, half dressed, had fallen asleep again, and threw herself down beside him. “Oh, Ferdie! Ferdie!” she sobbed, in a passion of grief.</p> @@ -10075,14 +10030,14 @@ me—”</p> <p>They said but a few words more. Yet it was all arranged; they would go to Romney; Paul was to know nothing of it.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXX" id="XXX"></a>XXX.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXX"></a>XXX.</h2> <p>C<small>ICELY</small> thought of everything, she ordered everything; she and Eve had changed places. It was decided that they should take a North Shore steamer; this would carry them eastward to the Sault by a route far away -from Port aux Pins. Mrs. Mile was<a name="page_297" id="page_297"></a> to be sent back to that flourishing +from Port aux Pins. Mrs. Mile was<a id="page_297"></a> to be sent back to that flourishing town on the day of their own departure, but preceding it in time by several hours; she would carry no tidings because she would know none. Hollis was to be taken into their confidence in a measure—he was to be @@ -10113,7 +10068,7 @@ the day, and the night.</p> <p>She spoke coldly, though the advice she offered was good. She was trying hard to be kind to Eve during these difficult last hours when Paul was -still<a name="page_298" id="page_298"></a> so near; but though she did her best, she often failed. “You’d +still<a id="page_298"></a> so near; but though she did her best, she often failed. “You’d better not come back until nearly dark,” she added; “we’ve got to be together through the long journey, you know.”</p> @@ -10147,7 +10102,7 @@ of sight.</p> <p>Eve sat gazing at the Light; she recalled the exact tones of Paul’s voice as he said, “<i>Don’t</i> you want to go up?” Then they had climbed up, -and down<a name="page_299" id="page_299"></a> again; and how sweet and strange and exciting it was! Then he +and down<a id="page_299"></a> again; and how sweet and strange and exciting it was! Then he had rowed the canoe home; how delightful it had been to sit there and feel the boat dart forward under his strong strokes in the darkness!—for night had come on while they lingered on the reef. Then @@ -10178,7 +10133,7 @@ looked at him.</p> <p>“I didn’t believe it, Eve; I thought it was all gammon.”</p> -<p>“No; it’s true.”<a name="page_300" id="page_300"></a></p> +<p>“No; it’s true.”<a id="page_300"></a></p> <p>“That you were going to leave me?—Going off without letting me know?”</p> @@ -10219,7 +10174,7 @@ sudden passion, “a week from to-day we shall be living there together.&rdq <p>“Never together.”</p> -<p>“Why?”<a name="page_301" id="page_301"></a></p> +<p>“Why?”<a id="page_301"></a></p> <p>“I can’t tell you, because it’s against myself.—I haven’t the strength to tell you.”</p> @@ -10257,7 +10212,7 @@ eyes. “Why, some negroes did it.”</p> <p>He stood there as if petrified.</p> <p>With desperate courage, she launched her canoe. “You see now that I had -to go. You could not marry a woman who—Not even if she did it to<a name="page_302" id="page_302"></a> +to go. You could not marry a woman who—Not even if she did it to<a id="page_302"></a> save—“ She waited an instant, looking at him. He did not speak. She pushed off, lingering a moment longer. “Forgive me for trying to deceive you those few days,” she said. Then, with quick strokes, she sent the @@ -10266,9 +10221,9 @@ other paddle, she began to row, so that she could look back the longer. His figure remained motionless for many minutes; then he sat down on the edge of his canoe. Thus she left him, alone under Jupiter Light.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXXI" id="XXXI"></a>XXXI.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXXI"></a>XXXI.</h2> <p>W<small>HEN</small> Eve reached the camp, after her parting with Paul, Cicely was waiting for her on the beach, alone; apparently she had sent every one @@ -10294,7 +10249,7 @@ Cicely, sarcastically.</p> <p>“But he will have to come back here—he must; let me go away before he comes. We were leaving to-morrow in any case; help me off now,” Eve -pleaded.<a name="page_303" id="page_303"></a></p> +pleaded.<a id="page_303"></a></p> <p>Cicely surveyed her with pitiless eyes; the once strong Eve now looked at her imploringly, her face despairing, her voice broken. Having had @@ -10325,7 +10280,7 @@ as I do, the exact position of <i>all</i> the muscles.”</p> <p>“Can you tell me where Mr. Hollis is?” demanded the judge, still seated.</p> -<p>“Mr. Hollis, surr? Yes, surr. Think he’s gone fishing, surr.”<a name="page_304" id="page_304"></a></p> +<p>“Mr. Hollis, surr? Yes, surr. Think he’s gone fishing, surr.”<a id="page_304"></a></p> <p>“D—n him! He takes a nice time for it—when we’re sweating here,” muttered the judge, angrily.</p> @@ -10354,7 +10309,7 @@ making his way year by year farther westward, always attired in the black coat and tall hat (which marked his dignity as a lawyer), whether voyaging in a prairie schooner, chopping wood at a camp, hunting elk, or searching for ore. But Paul had no such visions, he did not see human -lives as <i>tableaux-vivants.</i><a name="page_305" id="page_305"></a> He was sincerely sorry that Hollis had +lives as <i>tableaux-vivants.</i><a id="page_305"></a> He was sincerely sorry that Hollis had vamosed in that way. But he understood it too.</p> <p>The trifle turned out to be eight hundred dollars. It was regularly @@ -10382,7 +10337,7 @@ making her way along a winding channel, which was indicated here and there in the water by buoys painted white, which looked like ducks; the Atlantic was very calm, its hue was emerald green; it was so clear that one could see the great jelly-fish floating down below. The judge, with -his hands clasped on his cane’s head, stood looking<a name="page_306" id="page_306"></a> eagerly at +his hands clasped on his cane’s head, stood looking<a id="page_306"></a> eagerly at everything. His joy was deep, he felt himself an exile returning home. And oh! how beautiful home was! To him, this Southern coast was fair as Paradise; he welcomed the dark hue of the Southern trees, he welcomed @@ -10407,7 +10362,7 @@ the air was warm, for it was still summer here. The dusky shores, dimly visible on either hand, gave a sense of protection after the vastness of the ocean; the odors of flowers reached them, and seemed sweet after its blank, cold purity. Cicely, with Porley and Jack, was on the deck near -the stern; the judge was now with<a name="page_307" id="page_307"></a> them, now at the prow, now up-stairs, +the stern; the judge was now with<a id="page_307"></a> them, now at the prow, now up-stairs, now down-stairs; he could not be still. Eve sat by herself on the forward deck, gazing through the darkness at the water; she could not see it save here and there in broken gleams, where the lights from the @@ -10435,7 +10390,7 @@ contest.”</p> <p>“But if it is all exhausted? If—” Here another feeling came sweeping over her. “No, I cannot die while he is in the world; in spite of my misery, I want to be here if he is here. Perhaps no knowledge of -anything that happens here penetrates to<a name="page_308" id="page_308"></a> the next world; if that is the +anything that happens here penetrates to<a id="page_308"></a> the next world; if that is the case, I don’t want to be there, no matter how beautiful it may be. I want to stay where I can hear of Paul.”</p> @@ -10473,7 +10428,7 @@ lady was crying.</p> <p>“Oh, my darling Cicely, what sorrow!” she said, embracing her niece fondly.</p> -<p>As they entered the hall: “Oh, my darling Cicely,<a name="page_309" id="page_309"></a> what a home-coming +<p>As they entered the hall: “Oh, my darling Cicely,<a id="page_309"></a> what a home-coming for you! And to think—“ More tears.</p> <p>As they came into the lighted parlor: “Oh, my darling Cicely—What! no @@ -10509,7 +10464,7 @@ disappointment to you!”</p> minds went back to brighter days; they understood each other’s sorrow.</p> <p>At two o’clock Eve had not yet gone to bed. There was a tap at her door. -She spoke. “Cicely?”<a name="page_310" id="page_310"></a></p> +She spoke. “Cicely?”<a id="page_310"></a></p> <p>“Yes.”</p> @@ -10545,7 +10500,7 @@ corners of her own mouth took the same grimace.</p> <p>“You will do what I wish you to,” answered Cicely;—“one generally does when one has injured a person as you have injured me. For I loved Ferdie, you know; I really had the folly to love him.” (She said this -insolently.) Turning to Eve, with the same<a name="page_311" id="page_311"></a> insolent smile, “At last you +insolently.) Turning to Eve, with the same<a id="page_311"></a> insolent smile, “At last you know what love is, don’t you?” she added. “Has it brought you much happiness?”</p> @@ -10579,7 +10534,7 @@ alone on the veranda.</p> <p>After a few minutes Eve tried to draw down the sash. It resisted, and she was obliged to use all her strength. A shiver came over her as she lifted her arms to try a second time, she almost expected to see a hand -come stealing over her shoulder (or under<a name="page_312" id="page_312"></a> it), and perform the task for +come stealing over her shoulder (or under<a id="page_312"></a> it), and perform the task for her; and the hand would be—Ferdie’s. She hurried after Cicely.</p> <p>Cicely came out from the thicket. “Now take the lamp and walk down the @@ -10612,7 +10567,7 @@ looked. Just this once, Eve; never again, but just this once.”</p> <p>“I have, I have.” She kissed Eve again. “<i>Do</i> content me.”</p> -<p>Eve went slowly towards the trees. As she disappeared<a name="page_313" id="page_313"></a> within the +<p>Eve went slowly towards the trees. As she disappeared<a id="page_313"></a> within the shadow, Cicely instantly concealed herself on the other side of the road. There was a silence.</p> @@ -10642,7 +10597,7 @@ she closed her eyes.</p> <p>But Cicely’s grasp did not tighten; the fury that had risen within her had taken all her strength, and now she lay back white and still. Eve, -like a <a name="page_314" id="page_314"></a>person in a dream, went down to the beach and dipped her +like a <a id="page_314"></a>person in a dream, went down to the beach and dipped her handkerchief in the water; slowly she came back, and bathed Cicely’s forehead and wrists. But still Cicely did not stir. Eve put her hand on her heart. It was beating faintly. She stooped, and lifted Cicely in her @@ -10650,9 +10605,9 @@ arms, holding her as one holds a child, with one arm round her shoulders and the other under her knees, Cicely’s head lying against her breast. Then she began her long walk back.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXXII" id="XXXII"></a>XXXII.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXXII"></a>XXXII.</h2> <p>T<small>HE</small> stars were fading, there was a band of clear light in the east over the sea, when Eve reached the veranda of Romney again; with pauses for @@ -10669,7 +10624,7 @@ remained unconscious. The dawn grew brighter, soon the sun would appear. It was not probable that at this early hour any one would pass this uninhabited end of the house; still, negroes were inconsequent; Pomp and Plato might be seized with a fancy to come; if she could only get Cicely -back to her room<a name="page_315" id="page_315"></a> unseen, there need be no knowledge of their midnight +back to her room<a id="page_315"></a> unseen, there need be no knowledge of their midnight expedition. She knelt down beside her, and chafed her hands and temples; she spoke her name with insistence: “Cicely! Cicely!”—she put the whole force of her will into the effort of reaching the dormant consciousness, @@ -10706,7 +10661,7 @@ room,” said Cicely.</p> <p>“Not more now than at any time.”</p> -<p>“You don’t mind what I did, then?”<a name="page_316" id="page_316"></a></p> +<p>“You don’t mind what I did, then?”<a id="page_316"></a></p> <p>“You didn’t do anything.”</p> @@ -10739,7 +10694,7 @@ little—”</p> <p>“No, I have thought it all out; it can never be. If he should come to me this moment, and tell me that he loved me in spite of everything, it -wouldn’t help me; for I should know that it could not last; I<a name="page_317" id="page_317"></a> should +wouldn’t help me; for I should know that it could not last; I<a id="page_317"></a> should know that, if I should marry him, sooner or later he would hate me; it would be inevitable. Ferdie’s face would come always between us.”</p> @@ -10777,7 +10732,7 @@ and sought the open air again. It was still early, no one was stirring save the servants. Meeting Porley, she asked the girl to bring her some tea and a piece of corn-bread; after this frugal breakfast, taken in the shade of the great live-oaks, she wandered down one of the eastern -roads. Her bath had brought no<a name="page_318" id="page_318"></a> color to her cheeks; her eyes had the +roads. Her bath had brought no<a id="page_318"></a> color to her cheeks; her eyes had the contracted look which comes after a night of wakefulness; though the acute pain had ceased, her weary arms still hung lifelessly by her side, her step was languid; only her golden hair looked bright and young as @@ -10811,7 +10766,7 @@ me.”</p> <p>“And have we the same feelings, the same affections, there as here?”</p> -<p>“The good ones, I suppose.”<a name="page_319" id="page_319"></a></p> +<p>“The good ones, I suppose.”<a id="page_319"></a></p> <p>“Is love one of these?”</p> @@ -10855,7 +10810,7 @@ adultery, theft; falsehood and covetousness.”</p> <p>“Heaven forbid!” said Miss Sabrina. She glanced with suffused eyes towards Ferdie’s grave. “It is <i>such</i> a comfort to me to think that though he was in effect murdered, those poor ignorant nig-roes had -probably no such intention; it was not done<a name="page_320" id="page_320"></a> deliberately, by some one +probably no such intention; it was not done<a id="page_320"></a> deliberately, by some one who <i>wished</i> to harm him.”</p> <p>“I don’t believe his murderer will be afraid to face him in the next @@ -10890,7 +10845,7 @@ waves came rolling in and broke upon the sand; no ship was in sight; the blue of the water met the horizon line unbroken. She walked southward with languid step; every now and then she would stop, then walk slowly on again. After half an hour a sound made her turn; Paul Tennant was -close upon her, not twenty feet distant;<a name="page_321" id="page_321"></a> the wash of the waves had +close upon her, not twenty feet distant;<a id="page_321"></a> the wash of the waves had prevented her from hearing his approach. She stood still, involuntarily turning towards him as if at bay.</p> @@ -10925,7 +10880,7 @@ I have ever heard of.”</p> <p>Eve gave a long sigh. “I have been so unhappy—”</p> <p>“Never again, I hope,” said Paul; “from this moment I take charge of -you. We will be married as soon as possible; we will go to Charleston.”<a name="page_322" id="page_322"></a></p> +you. We will be married as soon as possible; we will go to Charleston.”<a id="page_322"></a></p> <p>“Don’t let us talk of that. Just love me here;—- now.”</p> @@ -10958,7 +10913,7 @@ all the dreary years that have got to come. Instead of that, as I have been brought up a stupid, good woman, I <i>can’t</i> change—though I wish I could! I shall have to tell you the truth: I can never marry you; the sooner we part, then, the better.” She turned and walked northward -towards the Romney road.<a name="page_323" id="page_323"></a></p> +towards the Romney road.<a id="page_323"></a></p> <p>With a stride Paul caught up with her. “What are you driving at?”</p> @@ -10995,7 +10950,7 @@ in?”</p> <p>“Oh, it is so much harder when you seem to forget,—when for the moment you really do forget! But of course I know that it could not last.”</p> -<p>“What could not last?”<a name="page_324" id="page_324"></a></p> +<p>“What could not last?”<a id="page_324"></a></p> <p>She moved away a step or two. “If I should marry you, you would hate me. Not in the beginning. But it would come. For Ferdie was your brother, @@ -11027,7 +10982,7 @@ that?”</p> <p>“No; for the horrible truth.”</p> -<p>“My poor girl, you are all wrong, you are out of<a name="page_325" id="page_325"></a> your mind. Let us look +<p>“My poor girl, you are all wrong, you are out of<a id="page_325"></a> your mind. Let us look at only one side of it: what can you do in the world without me and my love as your shield? Your very position (which you talk too much about) makes <i>me</i> your refuge. Where else could you go? To whom? You speak of @@ -11055,7 +11010,7 @@ whatever he has to do in the world. As to what he <i>feels</i>, he knows. And she too. There comes an end to all her fancies, and generally they’re poor stuff.” Drawing her to him, he kissed her. “That’s better than a fancy! Now we will walk back to the house; there is a good deal to do if -we are to be married this afternoon—as we certainly<a name="page_326" id="page_326"></a> shall be; by this +we are to be married this afternoon—as we certainly<a id="page_326"></a> shall be; by this time to-morrow it will be an old story to you—the being my wife. And now listen, Eve, let me make an end of it; Ferdie was everything to me, I don’t deny it; he was the dearest fellow the world could show, and I @@ -11086,9 +11041,9 @@ can now.</p> <p class="r">E<small>VE</small>.”</p></div> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXXIII" id="XXXIII"></a>XXXIII.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXXIII"></a>XXXIII.</h2> <p>T<small>HE</small> judge was waiting for the steamer at Warwick Landing. Attired in white duck, with his boy Pomp (Pomp was sixty) waiting respectfully in @@ -11111,7 +11066,7 @@ judge acting as charioteer. Pomp and the maid were supposed to walk.</p> <p>“Clementine, whatever you do, don’t cling on behind,” said Miss Leontine, turning her head once or twice unseemingly, to blink at the -offender. But Clementine clung all the way; and brayed at intervals.<a name="page_328" id="page_328"></a></p> +offender. But Clementine clung all the way; and brayed at intervals.<a id="page_328"></a></p> <p>The judge, in his present state of joy, almost admired Miss Leontine,—she was so unlike Parthenia Drone! “Ah, my dear Miss @@ -11141,7 +11096,7 @@ Nannie wrote that they would come over to-day.”</p> <p>“And yet it looks <i>so</i> much like him,” murmured Miss Leontine, with conviction, still peering, with the insistence of a near-sighted -person.<a name="page_329" id="page_329"></a></p> +person.<a id="page_329"></a></p> <p>“It’s a man named Watson,” said the judge, decidedly.</p> @@ -11181,7 +11136,7 @@ spex she’s gone fer a walk.”</p> <p>Powlyne started. As she did not come back immediately, he grew impatient, and went himself to the bath-house. It was a queer little -place, a small wooden building, near the sound. It seemed an odd<a name="page_330" id="page_330"></a> idea +place, a small wooden building, near the sound. It seemed an odd<a id="page_330"></a> idea to bathe there, in a tank filled by a pump, when, twenty feet distant, stretched the lagoon, and on the other side of the island the magnificent sea-beach, smooth as a floor.</p> @@ -11221,7 +11176,7 @@ disappeared, “She has gone to Charleston,” she answered.</p> <p>“But there’s no steamer at this hour.”</p> <p>“One of the field hands rowed her up to Mayport; there she was to take a -wagon, and drive inland to a railway station.”<a name="page_331" id="page_331"></a></p> +wagon, and drive inland to a railway station.”<a id="page_331"></a></p> <p>“She could only hit the Western Road.”</p> @@ -11264,7 +11219,7 @@ little girl, her breast beginning to heave.</p> <p>“I know it—I know it. But you cannot expect—”</p> <p>“I expect nothing; you are absolutely unreasonable, and profoundly -selfish.”<a name="page_332" id="page_332"></a></p> +selfish.”<a id="page_332"></a></p> <p>“I’m not selfish. I only want to make her suffer!” cried Cicely, with sparkling eyes.</p> @@ -11298,7 +11253,7 @@ towards the door.</p> <p>He touched her forehead with his lips. Then he held her off for a moment, and looked at her. “Poor child!” he said.</p> -<p>He returned to the house for his travelling-bag; he<a name="page_333" id="page_333"></a> remembered that he +<p>He returned to the house for his travelling-bag; he<a id="page_333"></a> remembered that he had left it in the parlor upon his arrival, five hours before.</p> <p>The pleasant, shabby room, as he opened the door, held a characteristic @@ -11330,12 +11285,12 @@ come.”</p> delay.”</p> <p>“Has <i>she</i> gone!” There was a gleam of triumph in the old Georgian’s -eyes as he said this. “You<a name="page_334" id="page_334"></a> will find Charleston a very pleasant place,” +eyes as he said this. “You<a id="page_334"></a> will find Charleston a very pleasant place,” he added, politely.</p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXXIV" id="XXXIV"></a>XXXIV.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXXIV"></a>XXXIV.</h2> <p>“D<small>RIVE</small> to the New York steamer.”</p> @@ -11364,7 +11319,7 @@ carriage, paid the coachman mechanically, told him to take his luggage to the Charleston Hotel, and walked away, unconscious alike of the mingled derision and sympathy which his late arrival had drawn from the group—boys with market-baskets, girls with baby-wagons, slouching -mulattoes with fishing-tackle, and little negroes<a name="page_335" id="page_335"></a> of tender age with +mulattoes with fishing-tackle, and little negroes<a id="page_335"></a> of tender age with spongy lips and bare prehensile toes, to whose minds the departure of the steamer was a daily drama of intensest interest and excitement.</p> @@ -11391,7 +11346,7 @@ paving-stones, and disappearing under a wall opposite.</p> <p>A figure came to the doorway behind, Paul became conscious that he was undergoing inspection; he turned, and scanned the gazer. It proved to be -a muscular, broad-shouldered man of thirty-five, with<a name="page_336" id="page_336"></a> a short yellow +a muscular, broad-shouldered man of thirty-five, with<a id="page_336"></a> a short yellow beard and clumsy features, which were, however, lighted by keen blue eyes; his clothes were dusty, he carried a travelling-bag; evidently he was one of the travellers who had just arrived, coming from the Northern @@ -11427,7 +11382,7 @@ of South Carolina.</p> I am on my way to hunt you up,” said Knox, trying first the chair, and then the sofa. “I landed twenty-four hours ago in New York; been off on a long yachting excursion; started immediately after your brother’s -death,—perhaps<a name="page_337" id="page_337"></a> Miss Abercrombie told you? Whole thing entirely +death,—perhaps<a id="page_337"></a> Miss Abercrombie told you? Whole thing entirely unexpected; had to decide in ten minutes, and go on board in an hour, or lose the chance; big salary, expenses paid; couldn’t afford to lose it. I’d have written before starting, if it had been possible; but it @@ -11457,7 +11412,7 @@ loved that fellow; I don’t know when I’ve seen anybody that took me I was called to him, you know, after those negroes shot him. ’Twasn’t in itself a vital wound; only a tedious one; the difficulty was fever, but after a while we subdued that. Of course I saw what was behind,—he had -had an attack of<a name="page_338" id="page_338"></a> something like delirium tremens; it was that which +had an attack of<a id="page_338"></a> something like delirium tremens; it was that which complicated matters. Well, I went over there every day, sometimes twice a day; I took the biggest sort of interest in the case, and, besides, we got to be first-rate chums. I set about doing everything I could for @@ -11484,7 +11439,7 @@ first, though I scoured the town. And when I did, he was past helping;—all I could do was to try to get him back to Romney; I wanted him to die decently, at home, and not up there among those— Well, sir, he died the next day. I couldn’t tell those women down there—Miss -Abercrombie, Mrs. Singleton, and her aunt,<a name="page_339" id="page_339"></a> Miss Peggy. They were all +Abercrombie, Mrs. Singleton, and her aunt,<a id="page_339"></a> Miss Peggy. They were all there, of course, and crying; but they would have cried a great deal worse if they had known the truth, and, as there was nothing to be gained by it for any one, it seemed cruel to tell them. For good women @@ -11511,16 +11466,16 @@ a penny, and grinding everybody but themselves. The trouble with Ferdie was that he was born without any conscience, just as some people have no ear for music; it was a case of heredity; and heredity, you know—”</p> -<p>“You needn’t excuse him to <i>me</i>,” said Paul.<a name="page_340" id="page_340"></a></p> +<p>“You needn’t excuse him to <i>me</i>,” said Paul.<a id="page_340"></a></p> -<hr /> +<hr> -<h2><a name="XXXV" id="XXXV"></a>XXXV.</h2> +<h2><a id="XXXV"></a>XXXV.</h2> <p>O<small>UTSIDE</small> of a walled town in North Italy there stands, on a high hill, an old villa, which, owing to its position, is visible for miles in every direction. It was built in the fourteenth century. Its once high tower -was lowered in <small">A. D.</small> 1423. Its blank yellow walls are long, pierced +was lowered in <small>A. D.</small> 1423. Its blank yellow walls are long, pierced irregularly by large windows, which are covered with iron cages; massive doors open upon a square court-yard within; an avenue of cypresses leads up the bare hill to the entrance.</p> @@ -11540,7 +11495,7 @@ were clean; the blades of grass marking the interstices, usual in Italy, were absent here.</p> <p>Of the three persons who stood together near the well, one was a stout -woman with a square face, an<a name="page_341" id="page_341"></a> air of decision and business-like +woman with a square face, an<a id="page_341"></a> air of decision and business-like cheerfulness, and pretty hands which she kept crossed on her black dress. The second was a small, thin man of fifty. The third was Paul Tennant.</p> @@ -11577,7 +11532,7 @@ that?” She crossed the court, opened a door, and disappeared.</p> Bruce must know. Call her down immediately.”</p> <p>Mr. Smith was silent. Then he said: “I might evade, but I prefer not to; -the lady you speak of<a name="page_342" id="page_342"></a> has asked our protection, and especially from +the lady you speak of<a id="page_342"></a> has asked our protection, and especially from you; she is soon to be taken into the Holy Church.”</p> <p>“So you’re a priest, are you?” said Paul, in a fury.</p> @@ -11614,7 +11569,7 @@ he died from another cause.”</p> <p>“I’ll do what I can. But it may not be thought best by those in authority; I must warn you that I shall obey the orders of my superior, -in any case.”<a name="page_343" id="page_343"></a></p> +in any case.”<a id="page_343"></a></p> <p>“Yet you don’t look like an ass!”</p> @@ -11652,7 +11607,7 @@ see a bare stone-floored hall, with a staircase at the end.</p> <p>Presently down the staircase came a quick-stepping little old woman, with a black lace veil on her head; she came briskly to the door. “I -hear you wish to speak to me?”<a name="page_344" id="page_344"></a></p> +hear you wish to speak to me?”<a id="page_344"></a></p> <p>“You’re an American,” said Paul. “I’m glad of that.”</p> @@ -11698,7 +11653,7 @@ said the old lady, laughing.</p> <p>“I’ll make all Italy ring with it, madam. This old house shall come down about your ears.”</p> -<p>“Mercy me! We’re not Italians, we’re English.<a name="page_345" id="page_345"></a> And we’ve got a +<p>“Mercy me! We’re not Italians, we’re English.<a id="page_345"></a> And we’ve got a government protection; it’s a charitable institution.”</p> <p>“For inveigling people, and getting their money! Miss Bruce, you know, @@ -11732,7 +11687,7 @@ followed by Paul.</p> <p>When they reached the court-yard the priest stopped. “Will you kindly tell me your business?”</p> -<p>“It concerns Miss Bruce, an American who has<a name="page_346" id="page_346"></a> only been here a few days. +<p>“It concerns Miss Bruce, an American who has<a id="page_346"></a> only been here a few days. She came, supposing that the death of my brother was due to an act of hers; I have just learned that she is completely mistaken, he died from another cause.”</p> @@ -11772,7 +11727,7 @@ through room after room; women met him, and screamed. At last, where the hall turned sharply, Mr. Smith confronted him. Mr. Smith was perfectly composed.</p> -<p>“Let me pass,” said Paul.<a name="page_347" id="page_347"></a></p> +<p>“Let me pass,” said Paul.<a id="page_347"></a></p> <p>“In a moment. All shall be as you like, if you will wait—”</p> @@ -11804,386 +11759,8 @@ And took Eve in his arms.</p> <p class="c"><small>THE END.</small></p> -<hr class="full" /> - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg’s Jupiter Lights, by Constance Fenimore Woolson - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JUPITER LIGHTS *** - -***** This file should be named 34282-h.htm or 34282-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/3/4/2/8/34282/ - -Produced by Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions -will be renamed. - -Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no -one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation -(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without -permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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