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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: The Little Colonel's Knight Comes Riding + +Author: Annie Fellows Johnston + +Illustrator: Etheldred B. Barry + +Release Date: May 2, 2012 [EBook #39594] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LITTLE COLONEL'S KNIGHT *** + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Emmy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 408px;"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="408" height="600" alt="Cover: Little Colonel's Knight Comes Riding" /> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h1>THE LITTLE COLONEL'S KNIGHT<br /> +COMES RIDING</h1> + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class='bbox'> +<div class='adtitle1'>Works of<br /> +ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON</div> + + + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Book list"> +<tr><td align="center" colspan='2'><b>The Little Colonel Series</b></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center" colspan='2'>(<i>Trade Mark, Reg. 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C. PAGE & COMPANY<br /> + + +200 Summer Street Boston, Mass.<br /> +</div> +</div> +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 311px;"><a id="frontis"></a> +<img src="images/frontis.jpg" width="311" height="550" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">"WITH THE DONNING OF THE ANCIENT DRESS SHE SEEMED TO HAVE PUT ON THE SWEET SHY MANNER THAT HAD BEEN THE CHARM OF ITS FIRST WEARER."<br /> + +<br />(<i>See <a href="#Page_142">page 142</a></i>)</span> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h1>THE LITTLE COLONEL'S<br /> +KNIGHT COMES RIDING</h1> + + +<div class='center'>BY<br /> +<span class='author'>ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON</span><br /> + +<span class='small'>AUTHOR OF</span><br /> +<span class='small'>"THE LITTLE COLONEL SERIES," "BIG BROTHER,"</span><br /> +<span class='small'>"OLE MAMMY'S TORMENT," "JOEL: A BOY</span><br /> +<span class='small'>OF GALILEE," "ASA HOLMES," ETC.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class='small'>Illustrated by</span><br /> +ETHELDRED B. BARRY<br /> +<br /> +<br /></div><div class='poem'> +"And sometimes in the mirror blue,<br /> +The knights come riding, two by two."<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;"><span class="smcap">The Lady of Shalott.</span></span><br /> +<br /><br /><br /></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 94px;"> +<img src="images/emblem.png" width="94" height="100" alt="Emblem" /> +</div> + +<div class='center'><br /><br /><br /><br /> +BOSTON<br /> +L. C. PAGE & COMPANY<br /> +PUBLISHERS<br /> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<div class='copyright'> +<i>Copyright, 1907</i><br /> +<br /> +<span class="smcap">By L. C. Page & Company</span><br /> +———m——<br /> +(INCORPORATED)<br /> +———m——<br /> +<i>Entered at Stationers' Hall, London</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<i>All rights reserved</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +First impression, October, 1907<br /> +Second impression, April, 1909<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<i>COLONIAL PRESS<br /> +Electrotyped and Printed by C. H. Simonds & Co.<br /> +Boston, U. S. A.</i><br /> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> + + +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + + + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<tr><td align="left" colspan='2'><span class='small'>CHAPTER</span></td><td align="right"><span class='small'>PAGE</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">I. </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Hanging of the Mirror</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">II. </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Bed-time Confidences</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">III. </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Knight Comes Riding</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">IV. </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Betty's Novel</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">V. </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Camera Helps</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VI.</td><td align="left">"<span class="smcap">Garden Fancies</span>"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VII. </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Spanish Lessons</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_134">134</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VIII.</td><td align="left">"<span class="smcap">Shadows of the World Appear</span>"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">IX. </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">More Shadows</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_181">181</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">X. </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">By the Silver Yard-stick</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_199">199</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XI. </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The End of Several Things</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_221">221</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XII. </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Six Months Later</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XIII. </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Miracle of Blossoming</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_266">266</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XIV. </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Royal Mantle</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_285">285</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XV. </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">"As It Was written in the Stars" and Betty's Diary</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_308">308</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + + + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustrations"> +<tr><td align="left"> </td><td align="left"><span class='small'>PAGE</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><div class='hang1'>"<span class="smcap">With the donning of the ancient dress she seemed to have put on the sweet<br />shy manner that had been the charm of its first wearer</span>" (<i>See <a href="#Page_142">page 142</a></i>)</div></td><td align="left"><i><a href="#frontis">Frontispiece</a></i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">"<span class="smcap">The other grasped some dark object that seemed to be a picture frame</span>"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">"<span class="smcap">Drew rein a moment at the gate, to look down the stately avenue</span>"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">"<span class="smcap">He was bending anxiously over a bubbling saucepan</span>"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">"<span class="smcap">Making a cup of her white hands</span>"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_126">126</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">"<span class="smcap">For once the red and green bird was on its good behaviour</span>"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">"<span class="smcap">She poured the corn into the popper and began to shake it over the red coals</span>"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_261">261</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">"'<span class="smcap">She looked to me just like one of her own lilies</span>'"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_315">315</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>THE<br /> +LITTLE COLONEL'S KNIGHT<br /> +COMES RIDING</h2> + + +<h2>CHAPTER I</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>THE HANGING OF THE MIRROR</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">It</span> was a June morning in Kentucky. The doctor's +nephew coming at a gallop down the pike into +Lloydsboro Valley, reined his horse to a walk as +he reached the railroad crossing, and leaning forward +in his saddle, hesitated a moment between the +two roads.</p> + +<p>The one along the railroad embankment was +sweet with a tangle of wild honeysuckle, and led +straight to the little post-office where his morning +mail awaited him. The other would take him a +mile out of his way, but it was through a thick +beech woods, and the cool leafage of its green +aisles tempted him. A red-bird darting on ahead<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> +suddenly decided his course, for following some +quick impulse, as if the cardinal wings had beckoned +him, he turned off the highway into the woods.</p> + +<p>"I might as well go around and have a look at +that Lindsey Cabin," he said to himself, as an excuse +for turning aside. "If it's in as good shape +as I think it is, maybe I can persuade the Van +Allens to rent it for the summer. It's a pity to +have a picturesque place like that standing empty +when it has such possibilities for hospitality, and +the Van Allen girls a positive genius for giving +jolly house-parties. To get that family out to +Lloydsboro for the summer would be paving the +way to no end of good times."</p> + +<p>The farther he rode into the cool woods the +better the idea pleased him, and where the bridle-path +crossed a narrow creek he paused a moment +before plunging down the bank. Somewhere up the +ravine a spring was trickling out in a ceaseless flow. +He could not see it, but he could hear the gurgle +of the water, as cold and crystal clear it splashed +down into its rocky basin.</p> + +<p>"They could picnic here to their hearts' content," +he said aloud, glancing up and down the +ravine at the rank growth of fern and maidenhair +which festooned the rocks.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> + +<p>Alex Shelby had spent only part of two summers +in Lloydsboro Valley, but the woodsy smell of mint +and pennyroyal, mingling with the fern, brought +back the recollection of at least a dozen picnics he +had enjoyed near this spot, most of them moonlight +affairs, and all of them so pleasant that he was +determined to bring about their repetition if possible. +Of course this summer he would not have as +much time for outings as he had had then. Now +that he had finished his medical course he intended +to shoulder as much as possible of his uncle's work. +The old doctor's practice had grown far too heavy +for him. But at the same time there need be no +limit to the pleasant things that the summer could +bring forth, especially if the Van Allen family could +be installed in the Lindsey Cabin.</p> + +<p>A quarter of a mile more brought him almost to +the edge of the woods and to the beginning of the +Lindsey place. The spacious, two-story log cabin +standing back among the great forest trees, might +have been a relic of Daniel Boone's day, so carefully +had his pioneer pattern been copied by skilful +architects. But the resemblance was only outward. +Inside it was luxuriously equipped with every modern +convenience. For a year it had stood tenant-less, +and Alex Shelby never passed it without regretting<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> +that such a charming old place should be +abandoned to dust and spiders. The last time he +had gone by it, he had noticed that it was beginning +to show the effect of its long neglect. Some of the +windows were completely overgrown by ragged +rose-vines and Virginia Creeper, and a tin waterspout +that had blown loose from its fastenings, +dangled from the eaves.</p> + +<p>Now as he came near he saw in surprise that +the place seemed to have an alert, live air, as if just +awakened from sleep. The windows were all +thrown open, the vines were trimmed, and were a +mass of bloom, the dead leaves were raked neatly +in piles and the cobwebs no longer hung from the +cornices in dusty festoons.</p> + +<p>A long ladder leaning against the front of the +house, rested on the sill of an upper window, and +Alex wondered if the agents had painters at work. +He hoped so. The more thorough the renovation, +the more attractive it would be to the Van Allens.</p> + +<p>Suddenly his pleased expression changed to one +of surprise and dismay, as he saw that the place +was already inhabited. Empty packing-boxes, excelsior +and wrapping paper littered the front porch. +A new hammock hung between the posts. Somebody's +garden-hat lay on the steps. Moreover, a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> +slender girl in a white dress stood at the foot of the +ladder, evidently about to ascend, for she shook it +to test its balance, and then cautiously stepped up +on the first round.</p> + +<p>Her back was toward Alex, and he fervently +hoped that she would turn around so that he might +see her face, then more fervently hoped that she +wouldn't, since it would be somewhat embarrassing +to be caught staring as inquisitively as he was doing. +Unconsciously at sight of her he had brought +his horse to a standstill, and now sat wondering +who she could be and what she was about to do. +It was as if a curtain had gone up on the first scene +of an intensely interesting play, and for the moment +he forgot everything else in admiration of the stage +setting, and the graceful little figure poised on the +ladder.</p> + +<p>"Probably going up for an armful of roses," he +thought.</p> + +<p>"Hold tight, Ca'line Allison! Don't let it +slip!" she called in a high sweet voice, almost as +if she were singing the words, and Alex noticed for +the first time, a small coloured girl behind the ladder, +bracing herself against it to hold it steady.</p> + +<p>The ascent was a slow one. Twice she tripped +on her skirts, and with a little shriek almost slipped<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> +through between the rounds. Only one hand was +free for climbing. The other grasped some dark +object that seemed to be a picture frame, though +why one should be carrying a picture frame up the +outside of a house was more than the young man +could imagine, and he concluded he must be mistaken.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 288px;"> +<img src="images/i001.jpg" width="288" height="500" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">"THE OTHER GRASPED SOME DARK OBJECT THAT SEEMED TO BE A PICTURE FRAME."</span> +</div> + +<p>The last step brought her head on a level with +the second story window, and up where the sun +struck through the trees in a broad shaft of light. +Her hair had been beautiful in the shadow; a rare +tint of auburn with bronze gold glints, but now in +the sunshine it was an aureole. What was it it +reminded him of? A fragment of a half-forgotten +poem came to his mind, although he was not given +to remembering such things:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Sandalphon the angel of glory,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Sandalphon the angel of prayer."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Then he almost laughed aloud at the comparison, +for a dazzling flash of light, blinding him for +an instant, was reflected into his eyes from the object +she carried, and he saw that it was a looking-glass +that she was taking up the ladder with such +care.</p> + +<p>"What a very human and very feminine angel<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> +of glory it is," he thought. But the next instant, +still with the amused smile on his face, he was spurring +his horse down the road as fast as it could +gallop. The girl on the ladder had caught sight +of his reflection in the mirror as she reached up to +lay it on the window sill, and had turned a startled +face towards him. Not for worlds would he have +had her know that he had been so discourteous as +to sit staring at her. He had forgotten himself in +the interest of the moment.</p> + +<p>Eager to find out who the new tenants were at +the Lindsey Cabin, he rode rapidly on, turning from +the woodland road into a maple-lined avenue leading +back to the post-office. Just as he made the turn +another surprise confronted him. He almost collided +with two girls who were hurrying along arm +in arm, under a red parasol.</p> + +<p>Both Lloyd Sherman and Kitty Walton were +old friends of his, but he had to look twice to assure +himself that he saw aright. They had been away +at school all year, and he had not heard of their +return.</p> + +<p>"I thought you were still at Warwick Hall!" +he exclaimed, dismounting and stepping forward +with bared head, to shake hands in his most cordial +way. "When did you get home?"</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Only this mawning," answered Lloyd. "All +the Commencement exercises were ovah last Thursday, +and we're school girls no longah. '<i>Beyond, +the Alps lies Italy!</i>' Kitty can tell you all about +it, for she had the Valedictory."</p> + +<p>Kitty met Alex's amused smile with a flash of +her black eyes, but before she could deny having +used the trite subject that had been so popular in +the old Lloydsboro seminary as to have become a +standing joke, Alex answered, "Well, you've certainly +lost no time in starting out to explore the +wide world that lies before you. I've always heard +that there's nothing to equal the zeal of a sweet +girl graduate about to scale her Alps. You've +barely reached home, haven't been off the cars three +hours, I'll bet, and yet here you are on the war-path +again. What Italy are you climbing after +now?"</p> + +<p>Ordinarily his banter would have been promptly +resented by both girls, but now it served only to recall +the amazing news that had sent them hurrying +away from the post-office on an excited quest. With +a dramatic gesture, Kitty drew a letter from her +belt and held it out to him.</p> + +<p>"Think of it!" she exclaimed, her cheeks pink +with excitement. "Gay Melville's here in the Valley!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> +Right here in Lloydsboro! Settled in the +Lindsey Cabin for the summer, and we didn't know +anything about it till ten minutes ago."</p> + +<p>"Gay Melville," repeated Alex, instantly alert at +mention of the cabin.</p> + +<p>"Oh he doesn't know her, Kitty," interposed +Lloyd. "He wasn't out in the Valley the wintah +she spent her Christmas vacation with you."</p> + +<p>"Then you've something to live for!" declared +Kitty with emphasis. "She's one of the old Warwick +Hall girls. Was in last year's class with +Allison and Betty, and she's just the sweetest, +dearest—"</p> + +<p>"Don't tell him any moah," interrupted Lloyd. +"Let him find out for himself."</p> + +<p>"What's she doing at the Lindsey Cabin?" he +asked. He kept a straight face, although inwardly +chuckling over the fact that he knew well enough +what she was doing, at least what she had been +doing three minutes ago.</p> + +<p>"They've taken it for the summer, that is, her +sister Lucy and husband have, Mr. and Mrs. +Jameson Harcourt. They're from San Antonio, +and you know the Lindseys spend their winters +there. It seems they interested Mr. Harcourt in +the Cabin, and of course Gay was wild to get back<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +to the Valley, and she persuaded them to come. +She wrote to me just as soon as it was decided, but +the letter never reached me till this morning. She +thought I would get it before I started home; but +it's just like Gay to mix up her address with mine. +She was so excited when she wrote that she addressed +it to Warwick Hall Station, Texas, instead +of District of Columbia. It has been travelling all +over the country, and it's a wonder that it ever +reached me at all."</p> + +<p>"And the worst of it is," added Lloyd, "of co'se +she expected we'd all be heah to meet her. But we +stayed ovah in Washington two days, and when they +came in last night there wasn't a soul at the station +to welcome them. The ticket agent told me about +it just now as we came past. She seemed surprised, +he said, and disappointed. She must have thought +it queah that none of us were there."</p> + +<p>"Won't she be funny when she's found what a +mistake she's made!" exclaimed Kitty. "She's +always making mistakes, and is always perfectly +ridiculous over them when she finds it out. We're +going to take you to call on her, Alex, just as soon +as they're settled. She plays the violin divinely."</p> + +<p>"I'll go right back with you now," he offered +promptly.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No you won't," they cried in the same breath, +and Kitty explained, "No telling what sort of a +mess they'll be in with their unpacking. But if +they're ready to see company by night, I'll telephone +to you, and we'll all go over."</p> + +<p>"I shall live only for that moment," he declared, +laughing, then added as he turned to mount his +horse, "I'm mighty glad I met you, and I'm more +than glad that you've both come home to stay."</p> + +<p>A flourish of the red parasol answered the +courtly sweep of his hat as they parted. He rode +on rapidly towards the post-office, wondering if +they would find the girlish, white-clad figure still +perched on the ladder, up among the roses, with the +sun making an aureole of her shining hair. He +had never seen such hair. "Sandalphon, the angel +of glory"—but the quotation broke off with a +laugh. Her name was Gay, and it was a looking +glass that she was carrying up the ladder. "Well, +she's an original little thing," he mused, "and if she +lives up to her name the Lindsey Cabin will be just +as lively a social centre as if the Van Allen girls +had possession."</p> + +<p>The encounter with Alex had delayed the girls +but a moment or two, still they walked on faster +than ever to make up the lost time.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What do you suppose we'll find her doing?" +queried Lloyd.</p> + +<p>"Something unexpected, I'll be bound," was the +answer. "Will you ever forget that first time we +saw her, when she came out to play the violin at +the Freshman reception? Such a pretty white +dress, and that rapt, uplifted look on her face that +makes you think of St. Cecilias and seraphim, and +with one foot in a white kid shoe, and the other in +that awful old red felt bedroom slipper, edged in +black fur!"</p> + +<p>"Or the time she lost her belt in Washington," +suggested Lloyd. "Probably we'll find her unpacking +if the trunks came. But Gay's trunks nevah +were known to arrive on time. We may have to +be lending her shirtwaists and collahs for a month."</p> + +<p>By this time they had reached the rustic footbridge +leading over a ravine to the Cabin, and were +in full view of the front windows. Gay was still +on the ladder. She had made several trips up and +down it since Alex passed. It was hard to decide +at what angle to hang the mirror on the window +casing, as she had seen them in old Dutch houses +in Holland; and in marking the place with the +point of the only nail that she had provided on +which to hang the mirror, she dropped the nail.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> +Several minutes had been wasted in a fruitless +search for it. Others were to be had for the pulling, +if one could extract them from the empty packing-boxes, +but no hammer could be found on the +premises, and it was only after much twisting and +struggling that the little coloured girl finally managed +to pull one with her teeth.</p> + +<p>Another five minutes had been wasted in searching +for something with which to drive the nail. +Then Gay gingerly ascended the ladder again, +armed with a pair of heavy old tongs, taken from +the porch fireplace. She had just reached the top +of the ladder when the girls caught sight of her.</p> + +<p>"Mercy!" exclaimed Kitty in a low tone. "It'll +never do in the world to appear at <i>this</i> juncture. +She's pretty sure to drop through the ladder anyhow, +or upset herself, or have some exhibition of +the usual Melville luck, even if she's left to herself. +And if she should suddenly discover us there's no +telling what dreadful thing might happen."</p> + +<p>"Let's slip up behind the arbour and watch till +she's safely down to earth," whispered Lloyd. +"What <i>do</i> you suppose she's trying to do, and +where do you suppose she managed to pick up +Ca'line Allison?"</p> + +<p>"Sh!" was the answer. "That's the Dutch<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +mirror she got in Amsterdam last summer. She +wrote that it was the triumph of her life when she +got home with it whole. She carried it all the way, +instead of packing it in her trunk. Listen! What's +that she's saying?"</p> + +<p>The words floated down to them distinctly. +"Ca'line Allison, you'll have to get me something +besides these tongs to drive this nail with. I might +as well try to do it with a pair of stilts. Besides it's +making dents in them, and it's wicked to spoil such +beautiful old brasses. Mercy! Don't get up <i>yet!</i>" +she shrieked wildly, as the shifting of Ca'line Allison's +small body made the ladder slip a trifle.</p> + +<p>"Wait till I poke these tongs through the window +and take hold with both hands. Now! Hunt +around and find me a stone or a piece of brick."</p> + +<p>The girls behind the arbour could not see her +face, but the sight of the familiar little figure clinging +to the ladder, and the sound of the beloved voice +made them long to rush out and squeeze her.</p> + +<p>"Isn't her hair a glory, up there in the sunshine?" +whispered Kitty. "The idea of anybody +calling it plain red—such a fluff of bronzy auburn +with all those little crinkles of gold! And listen to +that whistle! You'd think it was a real mocking +bird."</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> + +<p>Wholly unconscious of her audience, Gay teetered +on the ladder, whistling and trilling like a happy +bobolink, until the little black girl climbed up after +her with a brick which she had dug out from the +well curb. The girls waited until the nail was securely +in place, the mirror hung and Gay had begun +to crawl down the ladder backward, before they +rushed out from their hiding-place.</p> + +<p>They pounced upon her just as she reached the +bottom round, and then ensued what Kitty called +a pow-wow—an enthusiastic welcome known only +to old school chums who have been separated so +long a time as a whole twelvemonth. Questions, +answers, explanations, a bubbling over of delight +at once more being together, kept them talking all +at once for nearly ten minutes. Then Gay, remembering +her duty as hostess led the way into the +house.</p> + +<p>"Come in and see Lucy and her fond spouse," +she exclaimed. "They're still at breakfast although +it's ten o'clock. None of us could make a +fire in the range. It simply wouldn't burn. But +we had brought a chafing dish in one of the boxes, +and we found another in the pantry, and they've +been mussing around for the last two hours with +them, having the time of their lives. Lucy made<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> +fudge and omelette and tea for her breakfast, being +the things she knows best how to make, and brother +Jameson is trying flap-jacks and coffee."</p> + +<p>"What did you have?" asked Lloyd.</p> + +<p>"I? Oh I emulated the example of 'The old +person of Crewd' who said</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'We use sawdust for food.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">It's cheap by the ton</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And it nourishes one,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And that's the main object of food.'</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='unindent'>I munched a handful of some sort of new breakfast +straw, but it wasn't very satisfying, and I was +just going in to get a cup of brother Jameson's +coffee. I told him to put my name in the pot. +Come on in and have some too."</div> + +<p>Throwing open the dining-room door she began +a series of breezy introductions that set them all to +laughing and swept away every <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'vestage'">vestige</ins> of formality.</p> + +<p>Both Lloyd and Kitty protested against taking +a single mouthful at that hour, but the young host +poured out a cup of very muddy coffee with such +a beaming smile, and the little bride offered a very +bitter cup of tea in competition, with a merry insistence +so like Gay's, that they could not refuse.</p> + +<p>"It's going to be lovely," Kitty managed to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> +whisper under cover of the bustle of bringing in +more hot water. "They're almost as harum-scarum +and hap-hazard as Gay herself, and 'brother +Jameson' looks as if he might be the 'Gibson +man's' youngest brother."</p> + +<p>"These 'babes in the wood' would have perished +but for me," began Gay, who was rattling +along as if she were wound up. "<i>I</i> was the robin +who came to the rescue. I went over to Stumptown +bright and early—you see I remembered the +short cut through the woods—and as luck would +have it, found some one willing to come, at the very +first house where I inquired. (But she can't come +till nearly noon, hence this disorderly feasting and +rioting.) Ca'line Allison was swinging on the gate, +with her finger in her mouth. I didn't know her, +but she remembered me, and complimented me by +asking if I'd done brought my fiddle along. I +think I'll engage her for the summer for my little +maid-in-waiting. She's as quick as a monkey and +would look so cunning diked up in a cap and apron. +What's that rhyme Betty made about her when she +was flower-girl at her own mother's wedding? Oh +by the way, where <i>is</i> Betty? Why didn't she come +with you?"</p> + +<p>"For the good reason that we didn't know we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +were coming heah ourselves when we left home," +answered Lloyd. "Betty went on to Commencement +with all the rest of the family, but it was hard +for her to tear herself away from her beloved writing. +We hadn't been back at Locust half an houah +this mawning till she was at it again."</p> + +<p>"Betty is Mrs. Sherman's god-daughter," explained +Gay in an aside to her brother-in-law. +"The one who I told you is such a genius. She's +writing a book." Then turning to Lloyd. "It isn't +that same old one she was at work on at school, +is it?"</p> + +<p>"No, it's something she began last fall. Mothah +wanted her to make her début in Louisville when +she was through school, just as I am going to do +next wintah, but Betty begged to be allowed to stay +in the country. She said she'd nevah be a brilliant +success socially, but that she'd do her best to be a +credit to the family in some other way."</p> + +<p>"She will, too," prophesied Gay. "Some day +we'll all be proud of the little song-bird you rescued +from the Cuckoo's Nest. Dear old Betty! I'd like +to hug her this very minute."</p> + +<p>The grandfather's clock in the hall was striking +eleven when they rose from the table, but Gay +would not listen when the girls attempted to take<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +their leave. "You haven't seen my room," she insisted, +"nor my mirror. Come on up stairs and +look into my mirror. It's the joy of my heart, and +maybe we'll all see our fate in it. I like to pretend +that it's a sort of magic glass—that some wizard +of the wood has laid a spell on it, so that at certain +times all the figures that have ever been reflected in +it must march across it again. Wouldn't it be lovely +if all the good times it is going to reflect this summer +could be made to pass over it again whenever +I wanted to recall them?"</p> + +<p>"We'd lead the procession," announced Kitty, +"for we were the first objects that crossed the path +after you got it hung. If we were not 'a group of +damsels glad' we were at least a couple of them."</p> + +<p>"But you were not the first," confessed Gay. +"Just as I held it up to adjust it, I had such a +thrillingly romantic experience that I nearly fell off +the ladder. It showed me the reflection of an awfully +good looking young man on horse-back. But +when I turned to look over my shoulder at the original +he was galloping down the road like a blue +streak."</p> + +<p>"I wondah who it could have been," mused +Lloyd. "We met Alex Shelby on hawseback just +a few minutes befoah we got heah, but he nevah<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +said a word about having seen anybody, and he +seemed surprised when we told him that the cabin +had been rented."</p> + +<p>They were up in Gay's room now, and running +to the window, Kitty seated herself in the low +chair beside it. "Oh how fine!" she called. "It's +at exactly the right angle, for I can see everything +along the path without looking out. It'll be a sort +of Hildegarde's mirror, won't it! Like the Lady of +Shalott's."</p> + +<p>Half under her breath she began to recite the +lines they had learned so long ago, and from force +of habit Lloyd joined the sing-song chant:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"And moving through the mirror clear<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">That hangs before her all the year,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Shadows of the world appear."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Smiling to see how well they remembered it, +they went on in unison down to the couplet:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"And sometimes through the mirror blue<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The knights come riding two by two."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>There Kitty broke off to say "I don't see how +that can happen here <i>this</i> summer. It will be sheer +luck if they come even in singles. There never +were so few boys left in the Valley, and it's too +bad to have it happen so the summer that you're +here. Nearly everybody is going away. You can<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +count on the fingers of one hand the few who will +stay."</p> + +<p>"What about the two knights of Kentucky?" +asked Gay. "You're a lucky girl, Kitty, to have +two such splendid cousins as Keith and Malcolm +MacIntyre."</p> + +<p>"They are already gone. They sailed for England +with Uncle Sydney and Aunt Elise last week. +You know I wrote you they were going and that +Allison was to be in the party too. And oh Gay! +Didn't you get that letter? Then you haven't heard +the most important thing of all! <i>Allison is engaged!</i> +It didn't happen till a few days before they +sailed, and it isn't announced yet, but of course she +wanted you to know and I wrote to you right +away."</p> + +<p>Gay bounced out of her chair as if a bomb exploded +in the room.</p> + +<p>"Oh you don't mean it!" she cried tragically, +clasping her hands. "Why she's only been out +of school a year! The first of our class to go! Oh +tell me all about it! Begin at the beginning and +don't skip a thing!"</p> + +<p>Throwing herself down on the floor at Kitty's +feet, she propped her chin on her hands, and her +elbows in Kitty's lap, prepared to listen.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p> + +<p>"There isn't much to tell. You know the fortune +that Mammy Easter predicted for her was +nice, but it wasn't very exciting. She was to 'wed +wid de quality and ride in her ca'iage.' Well, his +family is certainly quality, the Claibornes of Virginia, +and she'll live in Washington and have several +kinds of carriages. Isn't it odd? We knew +him when he was just a boy. He was on the same +transport with us when we went to the Philippines, +and we never imagined then that we'd ever see him +again."</p> + +<p>"But I thought that that young Lieutenant +Logan," began Gay.</p> + +<p>Kitty interrupted her with a laugh. "Why my +dear, he is a mere <i>child</i> compared to Raleigh Claiborne. +That little affair was the mere A. B. C. of +romance. He's paying attention to our youngest +now. He sends music and bon bons to <i>Elise</i>."</p> + +<p>"Think of Elise being old enough to receive +such attentions!" groaned Gay. "It makes me +feel like a patriarch. But never mind my hoary +sensations, go on and tell me some more. She's +going to get her trousseau abroad I suppose."</p> + +<p>"Only part of it, for the wedding isn't to take +place for a year. Allison didn't care much about +going—thought she'd rather wait and take the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +trip with Raleigh. But he is so busy it may be +several years before he can get off for a whole +summer, and Aunt Elise persuaded her to go with +them. She said it wouldn't be so easy for her to +go when she once assumed the responsibility of a +big establishment."</p> + +<p>Gay clasped her hands around her knees and +rocked herself back and forth on the floor.</p> + +<p>"I'm glad she's sensible enough to wait a year," +she declared. "I don't see why girls are in such +a hurry to tie themselves up in a knot. I suppose +it's perfectly fascinating to be engaged and to have +the choosing of a lovely trousseau, and the opening +of all the wedding presents. Everybody takes so +much interest in a prospective bride. But the fun +comes to an end so quickly. It's like Fourth of +July fire works. There's a big blaze and excitement +while it lasts. Then it's all over and they +settle down to be just prosy common-place married +people. I should think that the reaction would be +deadly, and that if a girl could see past the time of +the rocket's shooting up, and realize that it can't +stay among the stars, but must fall to earth again +with a dull thud, she'd profit by other people's experiences, +and not give up all the good times of her +girlhood before she'd half enjoyed them."</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p> + +<p>Gay spoke so feelingly that her two listeners +exchanged glances of surprise. This was not the +way Gay had been wont to talk a year ago, and each +wondered to herself if Lucy's marriage had caused +this radical change in her opinion.</p> + +<p>Suddenly she changed the subject, with the unexpectedness +of a grasshopper's leap. "Which one +of you girls is going to stay all night with me?"</p> + +<p>Kitty answered first. "Neither of us ought to, +for we've only just returned to the bosom of our +families. You could hardly call us entirely arrived +yet, for our trunks haven't come."</p> + +<p>Lloyd started up, and looked at her watch in +alarm. "It's a good thing you reminded me that +I have a home," she laughed. "I told mothah I'd +just stroll down to the post-office and be right back, +and when I met Kitty with yoah lettah it drove +everything else out of my head. She'll be wondering +what has happened to me. I'll come some night +next week and be glad to."</p> + +<p>"No, one of you has to come back and stay with +me <i>to-night</i>," Gay insisted. "So settle it between +yourselves. You may as well draw straws to decide +which is to be my victim." Then, glancing around +the room—"I don't happen to see any straws at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> +hand, but you might pull hairs for the honour. +Here! My head is at your service, ladies."</p> + +<p>Dropping to her knees she made a profound +salaam, and waited for them to draw. "The one +who pulls the shortest hair comes back."</p> + +<p>Laughing over the absurd manner of deciding +such a matter, each girl reached out and plucked +a hair by its roots, so vigorously that the pull was +followed by a long drawn "ouch!"</p> + +<p>"Mine's the shortest," giggled Lloyd, comparing +it with the one that Kitty held up. "But I'm +suah my family will object if I propose leaving them +the very first night of my arrival, aftah I've been +away at school all yeah."</p> + +<p>"Don't leave them then," said Gay. "Bring +them all over here to spend the evening. I'm wild +for Lucy and brother Jameson to meet them as soon +as possible. Then when bedtime comes let them +leave you. Tell them that Kitty is going to bring +all her family, and that everybody in the valley who +is anybody is coming to the Harcourt's Housewarming +to-night at the 'Cabin in the Wood.'"</p> + +<p>Kitty began unfurling her red parasol. "That +certainly sounds alluring. You can count on all my +family, especially Ranald, and I'll go straight home +and telephone to Alex Shelby."</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Who may he be?" inquired Gay, scrambling +up from the floor, to follow her guests down stairs.</p> + +<p>Kitty began an enthusiastic description of him, +which Lloyd cut short with the laughing remark, +"Go look in your little Dutch mirror. I'm not +positive, but I <i>think</i> he's yoah first 'Knight of the +Looking-glass.'"</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>CHAPTER II</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>BED-TIME CONFIDENCES</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">That</span> night a series of interesting shadows +trooped across the little Dutch mirror, in the moonlight, +but nobody watched beside it to see how +faithfully it reflected the procession of guests, straggling +up the path below. After the first pleased +glance Gay had flown down-stairs to throw open +the front door and bid them welcome. It was almost +more than she had dared to hope that the old +Colonel would come, and "Papa Jack" and Kitty's +Grandmother MacIntyre. But they had needed no +urging. Gay was reaping the aftermath now, of +her first visit to the Valley. They had not forgotten +the obliging little guest who had entertained +them with her violin playing, amused them with +her quaint unexpected speeches, and charmed old +and young alike with her enthusiastic interest in +everything and everybody.</p> + +<p>Ranald had more than that to remember, for he +had carried on a vigorous correspondence with Gay<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +for the last six months, started by a "dare" from +Allison. Alex Shelby's memory of her dated back +only to that morning, but the picture of a sunny +little head up among the roses, and that line "Sandalphon +the angel of glory" had been in his +thoughts all day.</p> + +<p>Their effort to show the newcomers how cordial +a Lloydsboro welcome could be, was met by a hospitality +which held them in its spell till after midnight. +Lucy was in her element. As the popular +daughter of a popular army officer, she had played +gracious hostess ever since she had learned to talk. +As for Gay, so anxious was she that her friends +should be pleased with her family and her family +with her friends, that she threw herself with all +her might into the task of making each show off +to the other.</p> + +<p>An outside fire-place on the broad front porch +was one of the features of the Cabin. The June +night was cool enough to make the blaze on its +hearth acceptable, and Lucy turned the picturesque +old kettle, bubbling on the crane, to practical use, +making coffee to serve with the marsh-mallows, +which Jameson handed around on long sticks, that +each one might toast his own over the glowing +coals.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> + +<p>The informality of it all, and the good cheer, made +every one relax into his jolliest mood, and Gay, +hearing the old Colonel's laugh, as stretched out on +the settle by the fire, he told stories and toasted +marsh-mallows with a zest, felt that they had struck +the right key-note in this first evening's entertainment. +It was the harbinger of many others that +would follow during the summer.</p> + +<p>It was her violin that held them longest. Standing +just inside the door where Kitty could accompany +her on the piano, she played one after another +of the favourite tunes that were called for in turn, +till the fire burned low on the porch hearth, and +even the voices of the night were stilled in the dense +beech woods around the Cabin.</p> + +<p>It was later than any one had supposed when +Mrs. Sherman made the discovery that the hall +clock had stopped.</p> + +<p>"She didn't know that I stopped it on purpose," +confessed Gay, when the last carriage had driven +away, and Lloyd was following her sleepily up-stairs. +She paused to bolt the bed-room door behind +them.</p> + +<p>"This has been a lovely evening for me. It gives +one such a comfortable I-told-you-so sort of feeling +to have everything turn out as you prophesied<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +it would. Of course I knew that Lucy would feel +the charm of the Valley, and like it a thousand +times better than the mountains or seashore or anywhere +else, but I wasn't so sure of Jameson. Now +my mind is completely at rest for the summer. I +stopped worrying when I saw him hobnobbing with +the Colonel and your father about those Lexington +horses he wants to buy. He was so tickled over +those letters of introduction they gave him. And +he was so charmed to air his knowledge of the +Philippines to Mrs. Walton. He spent a month +there you know. I fairly patted myself on the back +all the time he was talking. Somehow I feel so +responsible for this household. There! I forgot to +remind them to bring that bothersome old silver +pitcher upstairs!"</p> + +<p>Hastily unbolting the door she called out in +sepulchral tones that echoed through the dark +house, "<i>Remember the Maine!</i>"</p> + +<p>There was a laugh in the room across the hall, +then her brother-in-law who had just come up-stairs, +shuffled down again in his slippers.</p> + +<p>"I suppose I'll have to remind them every night +this summer," continued Gay. "I don't like to call +out 'remember the silver pitcher that was our +great-great-grandmother Melville's, and the soup<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +ladle that some old Spanish grandee gave to one of +Jameson's Castilian ancestors,' for if a burglar were +prowling around he would be all the more anxious +to break in. So the month I visited them, before we +came here, I adopted that slogan for my war-cry: +'"<i>Remember the main</i>" thing in life to be saved +from burglars!' It always sends one or the other +of them skipping, for they feel the responsibility of +preserving such heirlooms for posterity. I used to +wish that I were the oldest daughter, so that that +pitcher would be handed down to me on my wedding +day. I didn't realize what a bore it would +be to be tied for life to such a responsibility. I +asked Jameson why he didn't put it and the ladle +in a safety vault and be done with it, and he read +me such a lecture on the sacredness of old associations +and family ties that I somehow felt that his +old soup-ladle expected me to send it a written +apology."</p> + +<p>Gay had bolted the door again, and as she talked, +drew the curtains across the casement windows. +Now she sat on the edge of the bed, shaking out +her wealth of sunny hair, to brush and braid it for +the night. It was a cosy room, with low ceiling +and old-fashioned wall paper. With the curtains +drawn and the candles in the quaint pewter sticks<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +lighting up the claw-footed mahogany furniture, it +was an ideal place for the exchanging of bedtime +confidences. Gay was the first to break the silence.</p> + +<p>"What was the matter with Betty tonight? +She was as quiet as a mouse. Hardly had a word +to say, and all the time I was playing, she sat looking +out into the night as if she were ready to cry."</p> + +<p>"No wondah! They were so beautiful, some +of those nocturnes and things, that we all had lumps +in our throats. Nothing's the mattah with Betty. +It's just the last chaptah she can't get to suit her. +She's gone around in a sawt of dream all day."</p> + +<p>"Who's playing the devoted to her now?"</p> + +<p>"Nobody as far as I know. <i>All</i> the boys love +Betty. They've been perfectly devoted to her ever +since she came to Locust to live; but not—not in +the sentimental way you mean; for instance the +way that Alex Shelby cares for Kitty."</p> + +<p>"Oh <i>don't</i> tell me there is anything in that," +wailed Gay, "at least on Kitty's part, for I've set +my heart on her marrying a friend of mine in San +Antonio, so she'll always be near me. You know +when Mammy Easter told her fortune, it was that +her fate would come through running water when +the weather vane points <i>West</i>. I'm wild to have +her visit me at Fort Sam Houston next year, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> +this Frank Percival is the very one of all others for +her. He's a banker and as good as gold and—oh +well, there's no use wasting time singing his +praises to <i>you</i> when I want him for Kitty! But +about this Alex Shelby, Kitty told me this very +afternoon that it is <i>you</i> he admires so much. She +told me all about that Bernice Howe affair, and +said that ever since Katie Mallard up and told +him how honourably you acted in the matter, he +has put you on a pedestal and given you a halo. +She said you could have him crazy about you if +you'd so much as lift an eyelash in encouragement."</p> + +<p>"Don't you believe it!" cried Lloyd. "That's +just Kitty's way of throwing you off the track. +We've been unusually good friends evah since he +found out why I broke my engagement to go riding +with him, but he is at The Beeches every bit as +much as he is at The Locusts, and it's you he'll be +in love with befoah the summah is ovah. He was +the first one reflected in yoah looking glass, for he +confessed this evening how he sat and watched you +on the laddah, and how he'd thought of you all +day; and he even quoted poetry about it, and that's +a very serious symptom for Alex to show. He +nevah was known to do such things befoah! Then +tonight he was simply carried away by yoah playing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +He adores a violin and you played all his +favourites. Oh I see yoah finish!"</p> + +<p>There was a pause in which Gay kicked off her +slippers and sat absently gazing at them, while +Lloyd tied the ribbons which fastened the lace in +the collar of her dainty gown. Again it was Gay +who spoke first.</p> + +<p>"Doesn't it seem queer to think of Allison's +being engaged? It is such a little while since we +were all school girls together. Nobody knows +whose turn will come next. It makes me feel like +a soldier on a battle field—comrades being shot +down all around you right and left and you never +knowing how soon it'll be your turn to fall. It's +awful! Lloyd, what's become of that boy out in +Arizona, the one who sent you those orange-blossoms +in Joyce's letter when I was here before? He +was best man at Eugenia Forbes' wedding."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you mean Phil Tremont!" answered Lloyd +placidly, without the conscious blush that Gay had +expected to see. "He is out West again, doing +splendidly, Eugenia writes."</p> + +<p>"I thought you wrote to him yourself."</p> + +<p>Lloyd, stooping to pick up her dress and hang +it over a chair, did not see with what keen interest +Gay watched her as she questioned.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, we still keep up a sawt of hit and miss +correspondence. He writes every few weeks and +I manage to reply once in two months or so. It's +dreadfully uphill work for me to write to people +whom I nevah see. It's been two yeahs since he +was heah, and I nevah know what he'll be interested +in."</p> + +<p>"I suppose it's easier writing to some one you've +known all your life, like Malcolm MacIntyre for +instance. I'm so sorry he and Keith are abroad +this summer."</p> + +<p>Lloyd's face dimpled mischievously as she began +to see the drift of Gay's questioning. "I can't tell +you how easy it is to write to Malcolm, because +I've nevah done it. Now it's my turn to ask questions. +Where did you get this new photograph of +Ranald Walton on yoah dressing table? Beg it +from Kitty as you did that one at Warwick Hall, +when he was a little cadet, or get it from headquartahs?"</p> + +<p>"Direct from headquarters," confessed Gay with +a laugh. "He isn't so afraid of girls as he used +to be. Wasn't he charming tonight?"</p> + +<p>So the questioning and answering went on for +quarter of an hour longer, each anxious to find how +far the other had drifted into the unexplored country<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> +of their dreams. Then Gay blew out the candles +and climbed into the high four-posted bed beside +Lloyd, where they lay looking out through the +open window into the starlight. The moon had +been down for some time. It was so still here in +the heart of the beech woods that the silence could +almost be felt. The girls spoke in whispers.</p> + +<p>"It settles down on one like a pall," said Gay. +"Are you sleepy?"</p> + +<p>"Not very," answered Lloyd, stifling a yawn.</p> + +<p>"Then there's one more person in the valley +I want to ask about. I believe I've heard an account +of every one else. Where's Rob Moore and +what is he doing? I thought he would come over +with you all tonight."</p> + +<p>"Poah old Rob," answered Lloyd, swallowing +another yawn. "His fathah died a little ovah a +yeah ago, and he's nevah been like himself since. +He seemed to grow into a man in just a few hours. +It was awfully sudden—Mistah Moore's death. +The shock neahly killed Rob's mothah, and the +deah old judge, his grandfathah, you know, was +simply heartbroken. Rob just gave up his entire +time to them aftah that. He was such a comfort. +Nevah left the place, and took charge of all the +business mattahs, to spare them every worry.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> +When things were settled up they found there +wasn't as much left as they had thought there would +be, and Rob wouldn't touch a cent to finish his law +course. He was afraid his mothah would have to +deny herself some luxury she had always been used +to, and he didn't want her to miss a single one she +had had in his fathah's lifetime. So he took a +position in Louisville, and has been working like a +dawg evah since. He reads law at night with the +old Judge, so I scarcely evah see him. We've just +drifted apart, till it seems as if the little old Bobby +I grew up with is dead and gone. I missed him +dreadfully at first, all last summah, for he'd almost +lived at our house, and was just like a brothah. I +haven't seen him at all this vacation, though to be +suah I've only been home this one day."</p> + +<p>In the dim starlight Lloyd could not see the complacent +smile on Gay's face, but her voice showed +that she was well pleased with the answers to her +string of questions.</p> + +<p>"Now I'll tell you why I put you through such +a catechism," she began. "I wanted to make sure +that the coast is clear, so that you can undertake +a mission that is to be laid at your door this summer. +Jameson's brother Leland will be here to-morrow +afternoon. If he takes a fancy to the place<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> +he will probably stay as long as we do, and we are +all very anxious for him to stay. He's only three +years younger than Jameson, but the two were left +alone in the world when they were just little tots, +and Jameson has been like a father to him. He +feels so responsible for him and so does Lucy. I +do too, now, although he's only my brother-in-law's +brother, because I persuaded them to come here for +the summer, and Jameson wanted to go somewhere +where Leland would be satisfied to stay."</p> + +<p>"What's the mattah with him, that he needs so +much looking aftah? If he's twenty-three yeahs +old it seems to me that he might take the responsibility +of himself on his own shouldahs. Is he +wild?"</p> + +<p>"No. Jameson says he's always been too high-minded +to do the things men mean when they talk +about sowing their wild oats; but he is as utterly +irresponsible as a will-o-the-wisp. He won't stay +tied down to anything—just drifts around, here +and there, having a good time. It's a pity that he +isn't as poor as a church mouse. Then he'd have +to do something. He's so bright he easily could +make something splendid of himself. Now Jameson +has good sensible ideas about not squandering +his money, and although he doesn't have to work<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +any more than Leland does, he looks after the +details of his own business as a man should.</p> + +<p>"He knows all about the mines he has stock in +down in Mexico, and he studies mineralogy and +labour problems and investments, and has an office +that he goes to regularly every morning. He takes +after his father's side of the house, practical English +people. But Leland is like his mother's family +(they were proud old Spaniards just a generation +or so back). He is adventurous and roving and +romantic, and has the <i>dolce far niente</i> in the blood. +Jameson says that all that Leland needs is to be +kept keyed up to the right pitch, for he is so impetuous +and headstrong that he always gets what +he starts after, no matter what stands in the way; +and that if he could just fall heels over head in +love with some girl with great force of character, +who wouldn't look at him till he'd measured +up to her standards, it would be the making of +him."</p> + +<p>Lloyd yawned. "Excuse me for saying it," she +began teasingly, "but I don't see how you can +get up so much interest in anybody like that, even +if he is yoah brothah-in-law's brothah. It sounds +to me as if he is just plain <i>lazy</i> and I nevah did +have any use for a man that had to be nagged all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +the time to keep his ambition up to high-watah +mark."</p> + +<p>Gay sat up in bed in her earnestness. "Oh +Lloyd, don't say that!" she protested. "Don't +judge him till you've seen him. He's perfectly dear +in lots of ways, in spite of his faults. You'll find +him fascinating. Everybody does. And I'm going +to be entirely honest with you—I've fairly <i>prayed</i> +that you'd like him. You are so strong yourself, +the strongest character of any girl I know, and +you influence people so forcibly in spite of themselves, +that I've felt from the start it would be the +making of Leland if you'd take him in hand this +summer."</p> + +<p>Lloyd smothered a laugh in the pillow. "'Why +don't you speak for yourself, John,'" she said mischievously. +"Why don't <i>you</i> take him in hand? +You are already interested so much that you'd only +be combining pleasuah with duty."</p> + +<p>Gay was too much in earnest to tolerate any +levity, and went on in her intense eager way. "Oh +I've already worn myself out trying to influence +him, but it's of no use. He knows me too well. +He's called me 'Pug' and 'Red-bird' ever since +we went to kindergarten together. I'm just one +of the family. But I've showed him your picture<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> +and told him what an unapproachable, unattainable +creature you are, and whetted his curiosity till +it's as keen as a razor. Oh I've played my little +game like an expert, and he doesn't suspect in the +faintest degree what I want. He thinks I'm trying +to interest him in Kitty Walton. I told him she's +the darlingest, jolliest, prettiest thing in ten states, +and that I'd guarantee he wouldn't feel bored once +this entire summer if he'd make her acquaintance.</p> + +<p>"But you—I've painted as so indifferent and +entirely above his reach, that just to prove to me +I'm mistaken, he'll nearly break his neck to put +himself on good terms with you. It's just as Jameson +says, he'll ride rough-shod over everything +that stands in his way, to get what he wants."</p> + +<p>Lloyd raised herself on her elbow and turned a +protesting face towards her eloquent bed-fellow.</p> + +<p>"Well of all cool things," she began, half inclined +to be indignant, yet so amused at Gay's masterly +management that the exclamation ended in a +giggle. "Where do <i>I</i> come in, pray? You say he +always gets what he goes aftah. Did it evah occur +to you that I might not want to be taken possession +of in that high-handed way? That <i>I</i> might +have something to say in the mattah? Haven't<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +you as much interest in my welfare as in yoah +sistah's husband's brothah?"</p> + +<p>"Of course! you blessed little goose!" exclaimed +Gay, giving the arm next hers an impetuous +squeeze. "Don't I know the haughty Princess +well enough to be sure that all the king's horses +and all the king's men couldn't budge her against +her will? I'm not looking ahead any farther than +this summer. But if you could just shake him up +and put him on his mettle that long, that's all I +ask of you. And seriously, dear, you might go the +world over and not find one who measures up to +your ideals in more ways. He's well born and +talented and rich and fairly good-looking. He's +so entertaining one never tires of his company, +good-hearted and generous to a fault, and—Oh +Lloyd, <i>please</i> say you'll take enough interest to +keep him keyed up to the right pitch for awhile. +It's all he lacks to make a splendid man."</p> + +<p>"Do you know, I think that's a mighty big +lack," said Lloyd, honestly. "I've had strings on +my harp that wouldn't stay strung. It's the most +exasperating thing in the world. You know how +it is, with a violin. Right in the midst of the loveliest +passages one will begin to slip back—just a +trifle, maybe, not more than a hair's breadth, but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +enough to make it flat and spoil the harmony. +Then you stop and tune it up again, and go on for +awhile, but back it will slip just when you've gotten +to depending on it. You know I couldn't have +any respect for a man who had to be kept up to +the notch that way. It would spoil the whole thing +to have him flat on a single note when I'd depended +on him to ring clear and true."</p> + +<p>Gay had no reply ready for this unexpected argument, +and her experience with stringed instruments +made it very forcible. It was several minutes before +she answered, then she spoke triumphantly.</p> + +<p>"But you know what a master can do where a +novice would fail. He can fit the keys to hold any +position he gives them. Leland has never felt the +touch of a master-hand. No one has ever controlled +him. He has always been petted and spoiled. +He has never known a girl like you. I'm sure that +if you were only willing to make the attempt to +arouse his pride and ambition, you could do wonders +for him."</p> + +<p>It was the most potent appeal Gay could have +made. To feel that her influence may sway a man +to higher, better things, will make even the most +frivolous girl draw quicker breath with a sense of +power, and to a conscientious girl like Lloyd this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +seemed an opportunity and a responsibility that +could not be lightly thrust aside.</p> + +<p>"Well," she said finally, after a moment of hesitation, +"I'll try."</p> + +<p>Gay reached over with an impulsive kiss. "Oh +you <i>dear!</i> I knew you would. Now I can let you +go to sleep in peace. 'Something accomplished, +something done, has earned a night's repose.' It +must be awfully late. Goodnight dear."</p> + +<p>Long after Gay had fallen asleep, Lloyd lay +thinking of the mission thus thrust upon her. If +this Leland Harcourt had needed reforming, she +told herself, she wouldn't have had anything to do +with him. Her poor Violet's experience with Ned +Bannon had taught her one lesson—how mistaken +any girl is who thinks she can accomplish +<i>that</i>. But to be the master-hand that could put in +tune some really splendid instrument (ah, Gay's +appeal was subtle and strong) <i>any</i> girl would +be glad and proud to be <i>that:</i> the inspiration, the +power for good, the beckoning hand that would +lead a man to the noblest heights of attainment.</p> + +<p>There was something exhilarating, uplifting in +the thought, that banished sleep. Night often +brings exalted moods that seem absurd next day. +Lying there, looking out at the stars, the pleasing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +fancy came to her that each one was a sacred +altar-flame, given into the keeping of some unseen +vestal virgin. Now she too had joined this star-world +Sisterhood, and had lighted a vestal fire on +the altar of a promise. In its constant watch, she +would keep tryst with all that Life demanded of +her.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>CHAPTER III</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>A KNIGHT COMES RIDING</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Next</span> morning Lloyd found that her exalted +mood had faded away with the stars. Any fire must +pale before the broad light of day, and her vestal-maiden +fervour had given place to a very lively but +mundane interest in the brother-in-law's brother.</p> + +<p>She was glad to hear at breakfast that he liked +tennis, was a good horseman, that private theatricals +were always a success when he had a hand in them. +She stored away in her memory for future use, the +information that he had lived several years in Spain +and Mexico, and spoke Spanish like a native, that +unlike Jameson he was prouder of his Castilian +ancestors than his English ones, and that two of his +fads were collecting pipes and rare old ivory carvings.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 454px;"> +<img src="images/i002.jpg" width="454" height="450" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">"DREW REIN A MOMENT AT THE GATE, TO LOOK DOWN THE STATELY AVENUE."</span> +</div> + +<p>The more she heard about him the less sure she +felt of being able to keep her promise to Gay. It +began to seem presumptuous to her that a mere +school-girl should imagine that she could exert any<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +influence over such an accomplished man of the +world as he evidently was. All that day she +pictured to herself at intervals how she should meet +him and what she should say. It was a new experience +for the haughty Princess who had always +been so indifferent to the opinions of her boy +friends. Gay's request had made her self-conscious. +Fortunately she had a glimpse of him before he saw +her, which helped her to adjust herself to the rôle +she wanted to assume.</p> + +<p>The morning after his arrival in the Valley, he +and Ranald rode past the Locusts, and drew rein a +moment at the gate, to look down the stately avenue +which was always pointed out to strangers. Lloyd +watched their approach from behind a leafy screen +of lilac bushes. The gleam of a wild strawberry +had lured her over there from the path, a few +minutes before. Then the discovery of a patch of +four-leaf clovers near by had tempted her to a seat +on the grass. She was arranging the long stems of +the clovers in a cluster when the sound of hoof-beats +made her look up.</p> + +<p>So thickset were the lilacs between her and the +road that not a glimpse of her white dress or the +flutter of a ribbon betrayed her presence, and they +paused to admire the avenue, unknowing that a far<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> +prettier picture was hidden away a few yards from +them, in full sound of their voices—a girl half +lying in the grass, with June's own fresh charm in +her glowing face, and the sunshine throwing dappled +leaf shadows over her soft fair hair. The +mischievous light in her hazel eyes deepened as she +watched them.</p> + +<p>"'The knights come riding two by two,'" she +quoted in a whisper, closely scrutinizing the +stranger.</p> + +<p>"He rides well, anyhow," was her first thought. +The next was that he looked much older than Gay's +description had led her to imagine. Probably it +was because he wore a moustache, while Rob and +Malcolm and Alex and Ranald were all smooth-shaven. +Maybe it was that same black moustache, +with the gleam of white teeth and the flashing +glance of his black eyes that gave him that dashing +cavalier sort of look. How wonderfully his dark +face lighted up when he smiled, and how distinctly +one recalled it when he had passed on. And yet +it wasn't a handsome face. She wondered wherein +lay its charm.</p> + +<p>Gay's words recurred to her: "So fiery and +impetuous he would ride rough-shod over anything +that stood in his way to get what he wants."</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> + +<p>"He looks it," she thought, raising her head a +trifle to watch them out of sight. "I'm afraid I can't +do as much for him as Gay expects for I'll simply +not stand his putting on any of his lordly ways with +<i>me</i>." Gathering up her clovers, she started back +to the house, her head held high unconsciously, in +her most Princess-like pose.</p> + +<p>Some one else had watched the passing of the two +young men on horseback. From his arm chair on +the white pillared porch, old Colonel Lloyd reached +out to the wicker table beside him for his field-glass, +to focus it on the distant entrance gate.</p> + +<p>"I don't seem to place them," he said aloud. "It +looks like young Walton on the roan, but the other +one is a stranger in these parts."</p> + +<p>Then as he saw they were not coming in, he +shifted the glass to other objects. Slowly his gaze +swept the landscape from side to side, till it rested +on Lloyd, sitting on the grass by the lilac thicket, +sorting her lapful of clovers.</p> + +<p>Something in her childish occupation and the +sunny gleam of the proud little head bowed intently +over her task, recalled another scene to the +old Colonel; that morning when through this same +glass he had watched her first entrance into Locust. +Was it fourteen or fifteen years ago? It seemed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> +only yesterday that he had found her near that same +spot coolly feeding his choicest strawberries to an +elfish looking dog. Time had gone so fast since his +imperious little grand-daughter had come into his +life to fill it with new interests and deeper meaning. +Yes, it certainly seemed no longer ago than yesterday +that she was tyrannizing over him in her adorable +baby fashion, making an abject slave of him, +whom every one else feared. And now here she was +coming towards him across the lawn, a tall, fair girl +in the last summer of her teens. Why Amanthis +was no older than she when he had brought her +home to Locust, a bride. And no doubt some one +would be coming soon, wanting to carry away +Lloyd, the light of his eyes and the life of the +place.</p> + +<p>It made him angry to think of it, and when she +stopped beside his chair to give him a soft pat on +the cheek her first remark sent a jealous twinge +through him.</p> + +<p>"So <i>that's</i> who the stranger was with young +Walton," he responded. "<i>Humph!</i> I don't think +much of him."</p> + +<p>"But grandfathah, how could you tell at such a +distance?" laughed Lloyd. "It isn't fair to form +an opinion at such long range. You'd bettah come<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +with us tonight again ovah to the Cabin, and make +his acquaintance. There's to be anothah housewahming, +especially for him. Kitty and Ranald +are engineering it. They've invited all the young +people in the neighbourhood—sawt of a surprise +you know. At least they call it that, although Gay +and Lucy are expecting us. Even Rob is going, +for Kitty waylaid him as he got off the train yestahday +evening, and talked him into consenting."</p> + +<p>"I'm glad of that," answered the old Colonel +heartily. "'All work and no play makes Jack a dull +boy.' This last year has been hard on the lad. +The Judge tells me he's never left the place a single +night since his Daddy died. He just grinds along +in that hardware store all day, and is into his law +books as soon as he gets home. He's getting to be +an old man before his time. I'm glad your little +friend Gay is here this summer, on his account, if for +no other reason. She'll draw him out of his shell if +anybody can. I remember how much he seemed +to be taken with her that Christmas Vacation she +spent in the Valley."</p> + +<p>Lloyd gaped at him in astonishment. "Why +grandfathah! I nevah dreamed that you noticed +things like <i>that!</i>"</p> + +<p>"I certainly do, my dear," he answered playfully.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> +"I was young myself once upon a time. It's easy +to recognize familiar landmarks on a road you've +travelled. But why," he said suddenly in a changed +tone, "if I may be so bold as to ask, <i>why</i> is this +young Texan to be ushered into the valley with this +blare of trumpets and torchlight effect? <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'It'">Is</ins> he anything +out of the ordinary?"</p> + +<p>"No, but it will make him feel that he hasn't +dropped down into a poky inland village with nothing +doing, but into a lovely social whirl instead. +They want him to be so pleased with the place that +he'll be satisfied to stay all summah."</p> + +<p>It was almost on the tip of her tongue to tell +why his family were so desirous of keeping him +with them, but another scornful "<i>humph!</i>" checked +her. For some unaccountable reason the old +Colonel seemed to have taken a dislike to this +stranger, and she knew that this information would +deepen it to such an extent, that he would not want +her to have anything to do with him.</p> + +<p>"He'd be furious if he knew what I promised +Gay," she thought, "for he takes such violent prejudices +that the least thing 'adds fuel to the flame.' +He might not want me to let him call heah or anything."</p> + +<p>"What do you keep saying '<i>humph!</i>' to me<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> +foh?" she asked saucily, "when I'm trying to tell +you the news and am so kind and polite as to ask +you to go to the pahty with us. It's dreadful to +have such an old ogah of a grandfathah, who makes +you shake in yoah shoes every time he opens his +mouth."</p> + +<p>Her arm was round his neck as she spoke, and +her cheek pressed against his. The caress drove +away every other thought save that it was good to +have his little Colonel home again, and he gave a +pleased chuckle as she went on scolding him in a +playful manner that no one else in the world ever +dared assume with him. But all the while that +she was twisting his white moustache, and braiding +his Napoleon-like goatee into a funny little tail, +she was thinking about the evening, and the indifferent +air with which she intended to meet Leland +Harcourt. She would have to be indifferent, and +oblivious of his existence as far as she could politely, +because Gay had told him that she was unapproachable +and unattainable. She would talk to Rob most +of the evening, she decided. She was glad that she +would have the opportunity, for she had not seen +him since coming home. He had called at The +Locusts the night after her return from school,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> +but that was the night she had stayed at the Cabin +with Gay, and she had missed him.</p> + +<p>"Did you know that your trunks came while you +were at the post-office?" asked the Colonel +presently. Owing to some mistake in checking their +baggage in Washington, Lloyd's trunks had been +delayed, and she had been wearing some of Betty's +clothes the two days she had been at home.</p> + +<p>"Why didn't you tell me soonah?" she asked, +springing up from her seat on the arm of his +chair. "I've been puzzling my brains all mawning +ovah what I could weah tonight." Hastily gathering +up the handful of clovers that she had dropped +on the wicker table, she ran upstairs. Everything in +her pink bower of a room was in confusion. Her +Commencement gown lay on the bed like an armful +of thistledown, with her gloves and lace fan beside +it. On the mantel stood the little white slippers in +which she had tripped across the rostrum at Warwick +Hall to receive her diploma from Madam +Chartley's hands. Now the diploma with its imposing +red seals and big blue satin bow, was reposing +on top of the clock on the same mantel with the +slippers, and from the open trunks which Mom +Beck was unpacking, a motley collection of books,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> +clothing, sorority banners and school-girl souvenirs +flowed out all over the floor.</p> + +<p>The old coloured woman was garrulous this morning. +Her trip to Washington "with all her white +folks, to her baby's Finishment" (she couldn't understand +why it should be called Commencement), +had been the event of her life; and when she could +get no one else to listen, she talked to herself, recounting +each incident of her journey with unctuous +enjoyment.</p> + +<p>She was on her knees now before one of the +trunks, talking so earnestly into its depths, that +Lloyd, entering the room, looked around to see who +her audience could be. At the sound of Lloyd's step +the monologue came to a sudden stop, and the +wrinkled old face turned with a smile.</p> + +<p>"What you want me to do with all these yeah +school books, honey, now you done with 'em fo' +evah?"</p> + +<p>"Mercy, Mom Beck! don't talk as if I had come +to the end of every thing, and am too old to study +any moah! I expect to keep up my French and +German all next wintah, even if I am a débutante. +Don't you remembah what Madam Chartley said +in her lovely farewell speech to the graduating<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> +class? What's the good of taking you to Commencement, +if that's all the impression it made?"</p> + +<p>A pleased cackle of a laugh answered her. +"Law, honey, I couldn't listen to speeches! I was +too busy thinkin' of Becky Potah in her black silk +dress that ole Cun'l give me for the grand occasion, +an' the purple pansies in my bonnet. The queen o' +Sheby couldn't held a can'le to me <i>that</i> day."</p> + +<p>She was off on another chapter of reminiscences +now, but Lloyd paid no attention. As she picked +up the books and found places for them on the low +shelves that filled one side of the room, she felt as +if she were assisting at the last sad rites of something +very dear; for each page was eloquent with +happy memories of her last year at school. Every +scribbled margin recalled some pleasant recitation +hour, and most of the fly-leaves were decorated +by Kitty's ridiculous caricatures. She and Kitty +had been room-mates this last year.</p> + +<p>In order to find place for these books, which she +had just brought home, she had to carry a row of +old ones down to the library. They were juvenile +tales, most of them, which she laid aside; girls' +stories that had once been a never failing source of +delight. She could remember the time (and not so +very long ago, either) when it had seemed impossible<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> +that she could out-grow them. And now as she +trailed down stairs with an armful of her old +favourites, she felt as if the shadowy figure of her +childhood, the little Lloyd that used to be, followed +her with reproachful glances for her disloyalty to +these discarded friends.</p> + +<p>On her way back to her room for a second armful, +she stopped outside Betty's door for a moment, +hoping to hear some noise within, which would +indicate that Betty was not at her desk. There was +so much that she wanted to talk to her about. One +of the things she had looked forward to most +eagerly in her home-coming was the long, sisterly +talks they would have together. Now it was a disappointment +to find her so absorbed in her writing +that she was as inaccessible as if she had withdrawn +into a cloister.</p> + +<p>"I'll be glad when the old book is finished," +thought Lloyd impatiently as she tip-toed away +from the door. To her, Betty's ability to write was +a mysterious and wonderful gift. Not for anything +would she have interrupted her when "genius +burned," but she resented the fact that it should rise +between them as it had done lately. Even when +Betty was not shut up in her room actually at +work, her thoughts seemed to be on it. She was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> +living in a world of her own creating, more interested +in the characters of her fancy than those who +sat at table with her. Since beginning the last +chapter she had been so preoccupied and absent-minded, +that Lloyd hardly knew her. She was so +unlike the old Betty, the sympathetic confidante and +counsellor, who had been interested in even the +smallest of her griefs and joys.</p> + +<p>If Lloyd could have looked on the other side of +the closed door just then, the expression on Betty's +face would have banished every feeling of impatience +or resentment, and sent her quietly away +to wait and wonder, while Betty passed through +one of the great hours of her life.</p> + +<p>With a tense, earnest face bent over the manuscript, +she reached the climax of her story—the +last page, the last paragraph. Then with a throbbing +heart, she halted a moment, pen in hand, before +adding the words, <i>The End</i>. She wrote them +slowly, reverently almost, and then realizing that +the ambition of her life had been accomplished, +looked up with an expression of child-like awe in +her brown eyes. It was done at last, the work that +she had pledged herself to do so long ago, back +there in the little old wooden church at the Cuckoo's +Nest.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p> + +<p>For a time she forgot the luxurious room where +she sat, and was back at the beginning of her ambition +and high resolves, in that plain old meeting +house in the grove of cedars. Again she tiptoed +down the empty aisle, that was as still as a tomb, +save for the buzzing of a wasp at the open window +through which she had climbed. Again she opened +the little red book-case above the back pew, that +held the remnants of a scattered Sunday-school +library. The queer musty smell of the time-yellowed +volumes floated out to her as strong as ever, +mingling with the warm spicy scent of pinks and +cedar, from the graveyard just outside the open +window.</p> + +<p>Those tattered books, read in secret to Davy on +sunny summer afternoons, had been the first voices +to whisper to her that she too was destined to leave +a record behind her. And now that she had done +it, they seemed to call her back to that starting +place. Sitting there in happy reverie, she wished +that she could make a pilgrimage back to the little +church. She would like to slip down its narrow +aisle just when the afternoon sun was shining +yellowest on its worn benches and old altar, and +dropping on her knees as she had done years ago +in a transport of gratitude, whisper a happy<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +"Thank you, God" from the depths of a glad little +heart.</p> + +<p>Presently the whisper did go up from her desk +where she sat with her face in her hands. Then +reaching out for the last volume of the white and +gold series that chronicled her good times, she +opened it to where a blotter kept the place at a half +written page, and added this entry.</p> + +<p>"June 20th. Truly a red-letter day, for hereon +endeth my story of '<i>Aberdeen Hall</i>.' The book is +written at last. Two chapters are still to be copied +on the typewriter, but the 'web' itself is woven, +and ready to be cut from the loom. I am glad now +that I waited; that I did not attempt to publish anything +in my teens. The world looks very different +to me now at twenty. I have outgrown my early +opinions and ideals with my short dresses, just as +Mrs. Walton said we would. Now the critics can +say 'Thou waitedst till thy woman's fingers +wrought the best that lay within thy woman's +heart.' I can say honestly I have put the very best +of me into it, and the feeling of satisfaction that +I have accomplished the one great thing I started +out to do so many years ago, gives me more happiness +I am sure, than any 'diamond leaf' that any +prince could bring."</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p> + +<p>Such elation as was Betty's that hour, seldom +comes to one more than once in a life-time. Years +afterward her busy pen produced far worthier +books, which were beloved and bethumbed in thousands +of libraries, but none of them ever brought +again that keen inward thrill, that wave of intense +happiness which surged through her warm and +sweet, as she sat looking down on that first completed +manuscript. She was loath to lay it aside, +for the joy of the creator possessed her, and in the +first flush of pleased surveyal of her handiwork, +she humbly called it good.</p> + +<p>She went down to lunch in such an uplifted frame +of mind that she seemed to be walking on air. But +Betty was always quiet, even in her most intense +moments. Save for the brilliant colour in her +cheeks and the unusual light in her eyes there was +no sign of her inward excitement. She slipped +into her seat at table with the careless announcement +"Well, it's finished."</p> + +<p>It was Lloyd who made all the demonstration +amid the family congratulations. Waving her +napkin with one hand and clicking two spoons together +like castanets, she sprang from her chair +and rushed around the table to give vent to her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> +pleasure by throwing her arms around Betty in a +delighted embrace.</p> + +<p>"Oh you little mouse!" she cried. "How can +you sit there taking it so calmly? If I had done +such an amazing thing as to write a book, I'd have +slidden down the ban'istahs with a whoop, to announce +it, and come walking in on my hands instead +of my feet.</p> + +<p>"Of co'se I'm just as proud of it as the rest of +the family are," she added when she had expended +her enthusiasm and gone back to her seat, "but now +that it's done I'll confess that I've been jealous of +that old book evah since I came home, and I'm +mighty glad it's out of the way. Now you'll have +time to take some interest in what the rest of us are +doing, and you'll feel free to go in, full-swing, for +the celebration at the Cabin tonight."</p> + +<p>All the rest of that day seemed a fête day to +Betty. Her inward glow lent a zest to the doing +of even the most trivial things, and she prepared +for the gaieties at the Cabin, as if it were her own +entertainment, pleased that this red-letter occasion +of her life should be marked by some kind of a +celebration. It was to do honour to the day and not +to the Harcourt's guest, that she arrayed herself in +her most becoming gown.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p> + +<p>Rob dropped in early, quite in the old way as if +there had never been a cessation of his daily visits, +announcing that he had come to escort the girls to +the Cabin. Lloyd who was not quite ready, leaned +over the banister in the upper hall for a glimpse +of her old playmate, intending to call down some +word of greeting; but he looked so grave and dignified +as he came forward under the hall chandelier +to shake hands with Betty, that she drew back in +silence.</p> + +<p>The next instant she resented this new feeling +of reserve that seemed to rise up and wipe out all +their years of early comradery. Why shouldn't she +call down to him over the banister as she had always +done? she asked herself defiantly. He was still the +same old Rob, even if he had grown stern and grave +looking. She leaned over again, but this time it +was the sight of Betty that stopped her. She had +never seen her so beaming, so positively radiant. In +that filmy yellow dress, she might have posed as +the Daffodil Maid. Her cheeks were still flushed, +her velvety brown eyes luminous with the joy of the +day's achievement.</p> + +<p>Lloyd watched her a moment in fascinated admiration, +as she stood laughing and talking under +the hall light. Then she saw that Rob was just as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> +much impressed with Betty's attractiveness as she +was, and was looking at her as if he had made a +discovery.</p> + +<p>His pleased glance and the frank compliment that +followed sent a thought into Lloyd's mind that +made her wonder why it had never occurred to +her before. How well Betty would fit into the +establishment over at Oaklea. What a dear daughter +she would make to Mrs. Moore, and what a +joy she would be to the old Judge! Rob seemed +to be finding her immensely entertaining. Well, +there was no need for her to hurry down now. She +could take her time about changing her dress.</p> + +<p>Lloyd could not have told what had made her +decide so suddenly that her dress needed changing. +She had put on a pale green dimity that she liked +because it was simple and cool-looking, but now after +a glance into the mirror she began to slip it off.</p> + +<p>"It looks like a wilted lettuce leaf," she said +petulantly to her reflection, realizing that nothing +but white could hold its own when brought in contact +with Betty's gown. That pale exquisite shade +of glowing yellow would be the dominating colour +in any place it might be worn.</p> + +<p>"I must live up to Gay's expectations," she +thought, "so white it shall be, Señor Harcourt!"</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p> + +<p>His dark face with its flashing smile rose before +her, and stayed in the foreground of her thoughts, +all the time she was arraying herself in her daintiest, +fluffiest white organdy. Clasping the little necklace +of Roman pearls around her throat, and catching up +her lace fan, she swept up to the mirror for a last +anxious survey. It was a thoroughly satisfactory +one, and with a final smoothing of ribbons she +smiled over her shoulder at the charming reflection.</p> + +<p>"Now I'll go down and practise my airs and +graces on Rob and Betty for awhile. But I'll leave +them in peace after we get to the Cabin, for if +there should be any possibility of their beginning to +care for each othah, I wouldn't get in the way for +worlds. Now <i>this</i> is the way I'll sail in to meet +Mistah Harcourt!"</p> + +<p>Thus it happened that the hauteur with which +she intended to impress him was in her manner +when she swept in to greet Rob. It was not meant +for Rob but it had the same effect as if it were, +making him feel as if she wished to drop the +friendly familiarity of their school days, and meet +him on the footing of a recent acquaintance. He +had been looking forward all year to her home-coming, +and now it gave him a vague sense of disappointment +and injury, that she should be as conventionally<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> +gracious to him as if he were the veriest +stranger. His eyes followed her wistfully, as if +looking for something very precious which he had +lost.</p> + +<p>Wholly unconscious of the way she was spoiling +the evening for him Lloyd went on playing the part +of Serene Highness, laid out for her. Never to +Gay's admiring eyes had she seemed more beautiful, +more the fair unattainable Princess, than she +was in her meeting with Leland Harcourt. Gay +wanted to pat her on the back, for she saw that she +had made the very impression expected of her. +Long practice had made Gay quick in interpreting +Leland's slightest change of expression, and she was +well pleased now with what she read in his face.</p> + +<p>But to Lloyd, the dark, smiling eyes, regarding +everything with a slightly amused expression, +showed nothing more than the superficial interest +which ordinary politeness demanded of him. He +made some pretty speech about the Valley and his +pleasure in meeting its charming people, and then +stood talking only long enough to make her feel +that Gay was right in her estimate of him. He was +entertaining, even fascinating in his manner, more +entertaining than any man she had ever met. But +just as she reached this conclusion she found herself<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> +handed over in some unaccountable way to some +one else, and that was the last of his attention to her +that night.</p> + +<p>He seemed immensely entertained by Kitty, and +much interested in Betty and the fact that she had +finished writing a book that very day. Gay heralded +her advent with that news. Lloyd could overhear +little scraps of conversation that made her long to +have a share in it. His repartee was positively +brilliant she found herself thinking; the kind that +one reads of in books, but never hears elsewhere.</p> + +<p>For the first time in her life Lloyd felt herself +calmly and deliberately ignored, just as she had +planned to ignore him.</p> + +<p>"Maybe it's because Gay told him that I would +be so indifferent," she thought, "and he doesn't +think it worth the effort to put himself out to make +me be nice to him. I don't care."</p> + +<p>Nevertheless a little feeling of disappointment +and pique crept in to spoil her evening also, for in +the limited wisdom of her school-girl experiences +she did not recognize that this worldly-wise young +man was ignoring her because he was interested; +that he had only adopted her own tactics as the +surest way of gaining his end.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>BETTY'S NOVEL</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">It</span> was Gay's voice over the telephone. "Oh +Lloyd, <i>can't</i> you come? Do arrange it some way. +Lucy is frightened stiff at the thought of being left +here alone all night with just me. And she thought +it would be such a good time for Betty to read us +her novel, as she promised, before she sends it away +to the publishers. There'll be no callers to interrupt +us on such a rainy day."</p> + +<p>"Hold the phone a minute," answered Lloyd. +"I'll see. It's Gay," she explained to her mother +who had come out into the hall at the first tinkle +of the bell, thinking the summons might be for her.</p> + +<p>"Mistah Harcourt and his brothah went to Lexington +this mawning to buy those hawses, and Gay +and Lucy are afraid to stay there tonight. The +cook had promised to sleep at the house, but something +turned up at her home a little while ago to +prevent. So they want Kitty and Betty and me to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +come ovah right away and spend the aftahnoon +and night. It's raining cataracts and I know you +don't like to take the new carriage out in such +weathah, but couldn't Alec put the curtains on the +old one?"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Sherman glanced dubiously towards the +windows, against which the rain was beating in +torrents.</p> + +<p>"And leave me all alone, when I've been looking +forward to this same good, rainy afternoon with +you," almost slipped from Mrs. Sherman's tongue. +But the eager desire shining in the faces of both +girls kept back the words.</p> + +<p>"It's only a warm summer rain," interposed +Betty, seeing her hesitate.</p> + +<p>"Very well, then," consented Mrs. Sherman +with a smile, but as she went back to her room she +stifled a little sigh of disappointment. "I suppose +it's only natural they should want to be going," she +thought. "But if it wasn't so selfish I could almost +wish that Gay hadn't come to the Valley for +the summer. She will take Lloyd away from home +so often, and I have looked forward so long to the +companion she would be when her school days were +ended."</p> + +<p>Wholly unconscious of her mother's disappointment<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> +Lloyd was answering merrily, "We'll be ovah +right away! Ring up Kitty again, and tell her we'll +drive by for her."</p> + +<p>An hour later the five girls (for the bride of a +year seemed the youngest of them all at times) +were seated in an upstairs room at the Lindsey +Cabin, each in a comfortable rocking chair. Lucy +had taken them to her room saying it was cozier +up near the roof where they could hear the rain +patter on the shingles. Also her dormer windows +faced the West, and they would have daylight +longer there.</p> + +<p>It took a little while for them to get settled for +the reading. Lucy brought out the family darning +with a matronly air, when she saw that Lloyd had +brought a square of linen to start a piece of drawn-work, +and Kitty had some napkins to hem. Mrs. +Walton had turned over the management of the +house to Kitty only that day (Allison had had it +the year before) and with house-wifely zeal she +had begun with an exploration of the linen closet +where she had found a pile of unhemmed linen.</p> + +<p>Not wanting to be idle while all the rest were +occupied, Gay kept them waiting while she burrowed +through her trunk for an intricate piece of +knitting work which she had begun two years before.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +It had been intended for a Christmas present, +and she had brought it with her intending to +finish it before another Christmas or perish in the +attempt. "Don't pay any attention to me," she +warned. "There'll be places where I have to stop +and count stitches and fairly wrestle with it, but +I'll be listening in spite of my bodily contortions."</p> + +<p>They were all ready at last, so Betty picked up +the first chapter and cleared her throat. She had +been anxious to read her novel to the girls, she had +been so sure of its merit. But now as she glanced +down the page she was assailed by misgivings. +After all she might not have been an impartial +judge, and maybe it wasn't as good as it seemed +to her.</p> + +<p>"You'll recognize some of the incidents," she +explained, "and one character is a composite portrait +of three Lloydsboro people. He looks like +Mr. Jaynes, stutters like Captain Bedel and has +experiences that once happened to Doctor Shelby. +I've put Miss Marietta Waring's romance into it +too."</p> + +<p>Betty read well. She loved the characters she +had fashioned, and with her sympathetic voice to +interpret them, they became almost as real to her +listeners as they were to herself. Presently the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> +girls began to exchange approving nods. She +watched them from the corner of her eye. Now +and then there were low murmurs of approbation +at some particularly pleasing incident or turn of +expression, and at the end of the first chapter +there was outspoken applause. They complimented +enthusiastically while Betty rested and took breath +for the next.</p> + +<p>As she felt the genuine pleasure she was affording +them, all her fears as to its short-comings fled. +She began to see that her story was even better +than she had thought it. She saw it in better perspective +through their eyes. Its plot moved so +smoothly. There was more life, more <i>go</i> in it than +she had been conscious of in her solitary readings. +It was certainly worth all the painstaking effort +it had cost her. She could look at it now and no +longer humbly, but confidently call it good.</p> + +<p>When in one scene she stole a furtive glance +around to note the effect, and caught Lucy stealthily +slipping out her handkerchief, Gay looking up with +tears on her lashes and Lloyd with the peculiar +tightening of the lips that showed she was trying +to swallow the lump in her throat, she was so happy +she could have sung for joy. She read on and on, +and they forgot the rain beating against the windows,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> +forgot everything but their interest in the +story.</p> + +<p>Lucy pushed her darning basket aside and leaned +back in her chair, her hands clasped behind her +head. The work over which Lloyd had been bending, +dropped in her lap and her little gold thimble +rolled away into a corner unheeded. There was a +personal interest in the story for each of them. +Lloyd saw herself as plainly in Betty's heroine as +she could see her reflection in the mirror door of +the huge mahogany wardrobe opposite her. Some +of Kitty's ridiculous speeches that had become historical +in her family, found a place here and there, +and once Lucy laughed outright, exclaiming, "Why +that's just like Gay! You must have been thinking +of her when you wrote it."</p> + +<p>The reading went on without interruption until +it was so dark that Betty had to hold her manuscript +close to the window. "I'll ring for lights," +thought Lucy, "just as soon as she comes to the +end of this chapter." But with the end of the chapter +came Ca'line Allison with a message from the +kitchen. Lucy started up in dismay.</p> + +<p>"There! I forgot all about that salad. How +could I be so careless when I'm to have a real live<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> +authoress to dinner? I was so interested I hadn't +a thought for anything but the story."</p> + +<p>"Such appreciation is a thousand times better +than salad," laughed Betty, so jubilant over her +triumph that her eyes were full of a happy light. +"This is a good place to stop until after dinner. +I've read until my throat is tired."</p> + +<p>Lucy hurried down stairs to hasten the dinner +preparations, in order that they might get back to +the reading as soon as possible. The four girls +folded their work, and sat in the twilight, talking.</p> + +<p>"What does this make you think of?" asked +Lloyd.</p> + +<p>"I know what's in your mind," answered Kitty. +"I was just about to speak of it myself; that rainy +day at Boarding School, when Ida Shane read +'The Fortune of Daisy Dale' to us, behind locked +doors. Wasn't it thrilling?"</p> + +<p>Gay who had heard the incident mentioned many +times at Warwick Hall, said plaintively, "You +girls always make me feel that I have missed half +my life, because I wasn't with you when Ida Shane +read that story. I'd certainly like to get my hands +on such a wonderful piece of literature."</p> + +<p>"But it wasn't wonderful," Betty hastened to +explain. "It made that deep impression on us simply<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +because it was the first novel we had ever read. +It was sentimental and melodramatic and trashy +as we've since discovered, but then it seemed all +that was lovely and romantic. It gave us thrills +up and down our spines and sent us around with +our heads in the clouds for days. We were seeing +embryo Guy Wolverings in every boy we met. As +I listened to Ida I thought that if I could only +write a book that would hold my listeners spellbound +as that held us, I'd ask no more of life. I +could die happy."</p> + +<p>"Well, you've done it, dear," said Gay warmly. +"We scarcely breathed during the last two chapters, +and I'm so eager to know how it ends that +I'd willingly cut dinner to go on with it."</p> + +<p>"Now how does that make you feel, Miss Elizabeth +Lloyd Lewis?" asked Kitty teasingly. "Fair +uplifted, I've nae doot."</p> + +<p>"Yes, it does," was the honest answer. "It's +what I've hoped for and worked for and prayed +for these last ten years. Can you wonder that it +makes me radiantly happy to have you girls think +that I have in a measure succeeded?"</p> + +<p>Dinner was announced a little later, and when +the girls went into the dining-room, they found +Lucy herself bringing it in.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Poor Sylvia had another message from home," +she explained, "so I told her and Ca'line Allison +to go on; that we'd wait on ourselves and clear +the table, and they could wash the dishes in the +morning. It's not raining quite so hard now, but +it is dark as a pocket outside."</p> + +<p>As she placed the soup tureen on the table, they +heard the outer kitchen door close, and Sylvia turn +the key in the lock.</p> + +<p>"Ugh!" exclaimed Lucy with a shiver. "Now +we're abandoned to our fate! I wish you'd pull +that window-shade farther down, Gay. There's +just room for somebody to peep under it, and there's +nothing more terrifying to me than the thought of +eyes peering in at one from the outer darkness."</p> + +<p>"'The gobelins will git you if you don't watch +out,'" sang Gay. "Do for pity's sake put your +mind on something else, Lucy, and don't spoil this +festive occasion with a case of high jinks!"</p> + +<p>Seeing that their little hostess was really nervous +and timid, Kitty began to divert them all by impersonating +different characters in the Valley. +She was a fine mimic, and kept them laughing all +through the first course. Lucy carried out the +plates, and hurried back with the second course.</p> + +<p>"You've got to get the salad when the time<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +comes," she said to Gay. "It's so spooky out there +in the kitchen with Sylvia gone, that I was afraid +to look over my shoulder. Queer, isn't it! For +it's just as warm and well-lighted and cheerful now +as when she was there. I wouldn't go into the +pantry alone for a fortune."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense!" cried Kitty. "Five valiant females +are enough to keep any Lloydsboro foe at bay. +We'll be your brave defenders."</p> + +<p>Gay, who had risen to circle around the table +with a plate of hot biscuit, paused dramatically +beside Lucy's chair to say in a stage whisper, +"Hist! I have a weapon of defence ye wot not +of. One that a doughty knight did leave behind +him."</p> + +<p>"Oh," said the literal Lucy. "I suppose you +mean Mr. Shelby's boxing-glove that he left on +the piano, when he came in yesterday to bring you +those books. It was awfully funny, girls, the way +he <i>seemed</i> to leave it by accident. I couldn't help +laughing, for it was so evident he did it on purpose, +to have an excuse to come again sooner than he +would have done otherwise."</p> + +<p>Gay smiled knowingly. It was not a boxing-glove +she meant, but for reasons of her own she +did not enlighten Lucy as to the kind of weapon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> +she had in reserve. It was after eight when they +rose from the table, and they made such a frolic +of carrying out the dishes, that the grandfather +clock on the stairs chimed the half-hour as they +finished.</p> + +<p>Before Ca'line Allison left she had started a +cheerful blaze in the fireplace of the huge living +room, for the night was chilly as well as damp. But +Lucy partly covered it with ashes, and proposed +spending the evening up-stairs.</p> + +<p>"Somehow one feels so much safer up-stairs +when there are no men in the house," she explained. +"We'll light two big lamps, and that will make +it as warm and cosy as if we had a fire."</p> + +<p>So in a body they made the rounds of the down-stairs +rooms, bolting windows and locking doors. +Then satisfied that every entrance was securely +fastened, they went up-stairs to resume the reading. +This time there was no attempt to do any +needlework. With folded hands they waited in +expectant silence, while Betty found her place. But +just as she raised the sheet of paper, the great door +of the mahogany wardrobe swung slowly and +stealthily open. Not a sound did it make, and +there was something so ghostly in its silent undoing +that Lucy gave a little shriek and hid her face in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> +her hands. Each one of them acknowledged to a +queer chilly sensation just for an instant, even Gay, +who explained that it was only a little habit that +the wardrobe had. "I don't mind it in the day-time," +she added, "but it <i>is</i> spooky at night when +everything is still to have it unexpectedly pop open, +and swing out with that slow gliding motion."</p> + +<p>"It's because the latch is worn and the catch +works loose," said matter-of-fact Kitty, who had +crossed the room to examine it. She turned the +key. "Now it will not interrupt us for awhile. +Go on with the story, Betty."</p> + +<p>Again the manuscript was raised and again Lucy +stopped her with the wail, "Oh, Gay! We've forgotten +to bring up the silver pitcher and Jameson's +ladle. I put them on the dining-room table after +I'd washed them, and then marched off and forgot +them."</p> + +<p>"Well, I'll go down for them," volunteered Gay. +"There's no use in your doing it and getting another +fit of shivers."</p> + +<p>The other three sprang up, but Gay waved +Betty back.</p> + +<p>"Save your breath for the reading. Kitty and +Lloyd will be enough. I don't mind acknowledging<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +that I'll be glad to have both a rear and a <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'van guard'">vanguard</ins> +going through that dark hall."</p> + +<p>Lighting a candle and holding it high above her +head, Lloyd led the way down-stairs. Gay was +inwardly quaking, for she was almost as timid as +her sister, but the fearlessness of her two companions +made her keep up a pretence of bravery. As +the three pairs of little heels clattered down the +dark polished steps, Lloyd and Kitty kept time in a +singsong chant:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"There was a man and he had naught<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And robbers came to rob him.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">He got up on the chimney top</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And then they thought they had him.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But he got down on the other side</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And then they couldn't find him</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">He went <i>fourteen miles in fifteen days</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And never looked behind him."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>It was almost cruel of Kitty to seize that opportunity +to tell the scariest burglar tale that she had +ever heard, but a fine appreciation of dramatic situations +urged her to it.</p> + +<p>"Ugh! Don't!" begged Gay, as they filed into +the dining-room and began looking around for the +silver heirlooms. Lucy was mistaken. It was the +kitchen table on which she had left them.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p> + +<p>"The goose-flesh is standing out all over me! +That's the most gruesome tale I ever heard."</p> + +<p>"But I'm in the most interesting part," insisted +Kitty. "When she saw the black face leering over +the transom—"</p> + +<p>"Hush!" chattered Gay. "I won't listen to +another word. It's so creepy I can feel things +grabbing at my ankles. Let me have the candle a +minute, please, Lloyd, I want to get something out +of the hat-rack drawer."</p> + +<p>There was a faint glow on the hearth from the +few embers Lucy had left uncovered, and the two +stood within it as they waited for Gay to come back +with the candle. Kitty went on with her tale, for +Lloyd was as fearless as herself. She did not get +further than a sentence or two, however, before +Gay came hurrying back. To their astonishment +she blew out the candle as she reached them, and +in the brief glimpse they had of her face they saw +that it was ghastly white. In the dim glow of the +embers they were scarcely visible to each other. +She clutched them with trembling fingers.</p> + +<p>"There's some one prowling around the house!" +she whispered. "Some one was creeping around +under the windows, and then up on the porch. I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> +heard them plain as day. I blew out the light so +they couldn't see in!"</p> + +<p>"Pooh!" began Lloyd, but enough of Gay's excitement +had been communicated to both her listeners +to make their hearts thump a little faster, +when they, too, heard a noise at the window. There +certainly were steps on the porch. Then the knocker +on the front door was lifted and a hollow clang +echoed through the hall.</p> + +<p>"Burglars don't knock," said Lloyd with a sigh +of relief. "Let's all go to the doah togethah and +ask who's there. We needn't open it."</p> + +<p>"No, don't!" begged Gay, almost in tears. "It's +just like that awful story Kitty started to tell—the +knock at the door, the lone woman's voice answering, +and the burglar forcing his way over the +transom! Our only safety is in keeping perfectly +still. If worst comes to worst, <i>then</i> I'll make them +think there's a man in the house, but I won't do +it till I'm driven to it."</p> + +<p>"If it's one of the neighbours he'll knock again," +said Kitty.</p> + +<p>For a moment they waited, their hearts in their +mouths, as they remembered what a lonely place +was this dark beech woods, and how near it was +to Stumptown, with its many drunken negroes.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> +The knock was not repeated, but the steps sounded +as if the intruder were prowling back and forth on +the porch. Then the slats of the window-shutters +turned stealthily.</p> + +<p>"Thank heaven the shades are down!" chattered +Gay hysterically. "Oh, girls, I'm growing +gray-headed. I can't stand this suspense another +second." Then as the steps once more crossed the +porch, "Cut up-stairs! Quick! Both of you! +I'll follow."</p> + +<p>She darted out of the dim circle of light on the +hearth, and they could not see what happened, but +almost instantly a pistol shot rang out. Up till +that moment neither Kitty nor Lloyd had been +much alarmed. Now they clutched each other +wildly.</p> + +<p>"It's some crazy man escaped from the Lakeland +asylum," began Kitty, but her words were cut +short by another shot, then another and another and +another, in such rapid succession that they lost +count. A series of piercing screams from Lucy, +up-stairs, made their blood run cold, but the shrieks +were not half as terrifying as the sight of Gay +staggering back out of the hall. As they sprang +towards her she leaned against them limply.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Is she shot?" gasped Kitty in a horrified whisper. +"Oh, <i>where's</i> the light?"</p> + +<p>With shaking hands Lloyd caught up the daily +paper, left lying on the settle, and threw it on the +coals. It blazed up instantly, and by its light she +found the candle.</p> + +<p>The shrieks were still going on up-stairs and +Betty was calling out frantically to know what +was the matter. She could not come down to see +for herself, for Lucy had caught her in a hysterical +grasp and was holding her like a vise. As the candle +flared up something fell from Gay's nerveless +hand to the floor. The girls looked at each other +in blank astonishment. It was a revolver. Gay +herself had fired the shots.</p> + +<p>Now in the midst of their bewilderment they +became conscious of shouts outside. Some one was +calling: "Mrs. Harcourt! Miss Melville! Don't +be alarmed! It's only Alex Shelby!"</p> + +<p>Recognizing the voice, Lloyd flew to open the +door, candle in hand.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you gave us such a scare!" she began in +a tone of relief. "We thought it was a burglar +doing the shooting. We nevah dreamed that <i>Gay</i> +had a revolvah."</p> + +<p>"It was mine," explained Alex, laughing so that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> +he could hardly close his umbrella. "I loaded it +for her and loaned it to her yesterday, but I had +no idea it would come back at me in that boomerang +fashion. She popped loose and shot at me +bang through the front door. The first shot whistled +just over my head, and if I hadn't dodged +behind a post I surely would have stopped them +all. Hottest welcome I ever had."</p> + +<p>Then as he came on in, he continued, apologetically, +"I'm mighty sorry I gave you all such a +fright. I ought to have gone away without knocking +when I saw there was no light down-stairs, +but I knew you were all here, and it was so early, +I never dreamed of being taken for a burglar."</p> + +<p>He kept on with his apologies after he came into +the hall, but Gay was not there to hear. Mortified +that she had been so rash, and horrified by the +thought of how serious the consequences of her wild +shooting might have been, she could not face him. +At the first sound of his voice she ran for the +stairs, her wild dash almost upsetting Lucy and +Betty on their way down. When repeated callings +failed to bring her back, Kitty went up to look for +her and found her in a woebegone heap on the foot +of her bed.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you mustn't take it to heart that way," she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +said soothingly, in response to Gay's tearful protests +that she could never look him in the face +again, never, <i>never!</i> That he'd always think what +a fool she was and how near she came to killing +him.</p> + +<p>"Nonsense!" was Kitty's brisk answer. "He +insists that it is all his own fault, that he ought +to have known what to expect when he called on a +native Texan. He says he's always heard that they +punctuate their remarks with bullets and will shoot +at the drop of a hat. Hereafter he will herald his +approach by telephone or else come in a coat of +mail warranted to turn even the fire of a Gatling +gun. He's making a joke of it, and it's silly of you +not to do the same. Get up this minute and come +down-stairs, and make him have such a good time +that he'll gladly risk another shooting to come +again."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 371px;"> +<img src="images/i003.jpg" width="371" height="500" alt="cooking" /> +<span class="caption">"HE WAS BENDING ANXIOUSLY OVER A BUBBLING SAUCEPAN."</span> +</div> + +<p>It was a long time before Gay could screw her +courage to the point of following Kitty meekly +down-stairs, and in the meantime Lucy took an +effective way to make him forget his inhospitable +reception. Her chafing dish was her panacea for +many ills. She had tried it at the Post too many +times with the different boys who flocked there, +not to know its full value. So when Gay came +into the room she found Alex already being initiated +into the mysteries of candy-making. With +a white apron tied around his waist, and a big +spoon in his hand, he was bending anxiously over +a bubbling sauce-pan.</p> + +<p>Heretofore his calls at the Cabin had been of +the most formal kind; but this little escapade was +doing more to further their acquaintance and put +him on the same privileged footing that the boys +at the Post enjoyed, than dozens of casual meetings +could have done. It was a novel experience to +Alex, and he made the most of it, exerting himself +to be entertaining, in hopes of having the occasion +repeated.</p> + +<p>After the first painful moment of greeting and +apology, Gay subsided into a corner of the old settle, +but she did not stay there long. It was impossible +to resist the infection of Alex's high spirits. +When the reaction began it swung her to the farthest +extreme, into an irresistible gale of merriment.</p> + +<p>Betty's thoughts turned regretfully to the manuscript +up-stairs. She was sorry that the reading +had been interrupted. She knew the girls would +have gained a better impression of the book if they +could have heard it without this interruption. +There was no telling when there would be an opportunity<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a><br /><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +to finish it as good as this would have been. +Once she had a hope that Alex would not stay long +and that there would still be time to finish the reading +after his departure. But while the candy +cooled Gay started Lloyd and Alex to singing +duets, she and Kitty accompanying them with +violin and piano, and she knew that it was useless +to hope any longer. So she settled down to enjoy +the sweets and the music as heartily as the rest of +them.</p> + +<p>In one of the pauses, while they were searching +through a pile of songs for some duet they wanted, +Lloyd crossed over to the settle where Lucy was +sitting beside the candy, and helped herself to a +piece.</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry Leland is missing this," said Lucy. +"It was a time like this that gave him his nickname +of 'Brer Tarrypin.' He used to be devoted to +candy-pulls, and came up to the Post every time he +thought we were going to have one; and he always +was like Brer Tarrypin, you know, in the Uncle +Remus stories."</p> + +<p>"How is that?" inquired Lloyd, keenly interested. +She knew the Uncle Remus stories by heart +and wondered in what way this one had been applied +to the elegant and fastidious Mr. Harcourt.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Why, you know, Brer B'ar he helped Miss +Meadows bring the wood, Brer Fox he mend the +fire, Brer Wolf he kept the dogs off, Brer Rabbit +he greased the bottoms of the plates to keep the +candy from sticking, but 'Brer Tarrypin he klum up +in a cheer an' say he watch an' see dat de 'lasses +didn't bile over.' The boys always used to say +that the only part in the game Leland would take +was <i>watching the lasses</i>. He'd talk to their girls +while they did the work."</p> + +<p>Gay, over at the piano, drew her brows together +in a little frown. She wished that Lucy would +be more discreet in her reminiscences, for she felt +that Lloyd was already prejudiced against Leland +more than was desirable. She called out suddenly, +"Sister, can't you find that duet for us? You had +it last."</p> + +<p>Lucy rose obediently, but lingered a moment to +add, as Lloyd laughed, "Leland doesn't mind it +a bit. The boys all got to hailing him in Uncle +Remus fashion, 'Heyo, Brer Tarrypin, wha'r you +bin dis long-come-short?' and he'd answer as a +matter of course, 'Lounjun roun', Brer Fox, lounjun +roun'."</p> + +<p>"It's mighty interesting to know the history of +a nickname," observed Lloyd, with an amused smile,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> +which Gay interpreted as meaning that this bit of +history was being tucked away for future use.</p> + +<p>It was late when Alex went home, taking his +revolver with him. He would be staying all night +near by, with a friend of his, he told them, and if +anything else frightened them they were to telephone. +He'd come post-haste to their rescue. +Then he made the rounds of all the down-stairs windows +and doors, seeing that each was properly +fastened, and started Lucy on her way up-stairs +with the silver pitcher and ladle safe in her hands. +He seemed to leave the sense of his strong protecting +presence behind him. As they bolted the +door and heard him go whistling cheerily down +the road, Lucy declared enthusiastically: "He's +a nice boy and he's made us have such a jolly evening +that I'm all wound up and don't feel a bit +sleepy. Let's make a night of it and hear the rest +of Betty's story. It doesn't make any difference +if it is nearly midnight. We can sleep as late as +we please in the morning, for Jameson isn't here, +and we won't have to consider his convenience."</p> + +<p>For once they were of the same mind, all loath +to go to bed. So Betty slipped into a borrowed +kimona, shook down her hair and settled herself +comfortably in a cushioned chair beside the lamp.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p> + +<p>"If they keep awake to the end," she thought, +"that will be a good test. I'll know then that it +has real interest and I'll not be afraid to give it to +the public." So she kept an anxious watch out of +the corner of her eye, intending to stop at the first +sign of weariness. But the attention of her audience +was as profound as it had been during the +afternoon. Stifling an occasional yawn herself, +she read on and on. It was half-past two when +she laid aside the last page of her manuscript and +looked up timidly to receive the verdict. Lloyd +spoke first.</p> + +<p>"Betty Lewis, it's perfectly splendid! I'm so +proud of you—I've always been suah you'd make +a name for yoahself some day, but I nevah dreamed +you'd do it so early in life, at only twenty!"</p> + +<p>"I haven't made it yet, you know," Betty reminded +her smiling. "My friends may be willing +to 'pass my imperfections by,' but I've still to run +the gauntlet of the critics."</p> + +<p>There was a chorus of protests from the other +girls, and Betty's heart grew warm as she listened +to their cordial praise and predictions of success.</p> + +<p>"I'm dying to have a finger in the launching of +this little bark," said Gay. "Let's wrap it up tonight +and have it all ready to send off in the morning.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> +It would be so fine to be able to brag to my +grandchildren that <i>I</i> helped. I have a strong flat +box just the size of the manuscript. I'm sure it +will fit it exactly. Wait and I'll go and get it."</p> + +<p>She ran out of the room, and, while she rummaged +through a trunk to find it, Lucy climbed up +on a chair to look on the wardrobe shelf for some +heavy wrapping-paper which she had folded away.</p> + +<p>"Let me have some part in it too," cried Kitty. +"Although I've no idea what it can be when I'm +so far from the source of supplies. Oh, I know +now," she said after an instant's thought. "You'll +need a string to tie around the box. Here's something +that will do."</p> + +<p>Opening the wicker satchel she had brought with +her she took out a dainty nightgown. It was the +work of only a moment to slip out the fresh, new +pink ribbons that had been run through the lace +beading.</p> + +<p>"Now let me tie it!" she insisted. "See what +an artistic bow I can make!"</p> + +<p>When the manuscript had been placed in Gay's +box, tied with Kitty's ribbon and wrapped in Lucy's +paper, it was gravely handed over to Lloyd, who +had suggested that as it was to be sent by express +it ought to be sealed.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> + +<p>"There's a stick of sealing-wax in the drawer +of the library table," said Lucy, "if anybody's +brave enough to go down and get it at this 'wee +sma' hour.' It must be nearly three o'clock."</p> + +<p>Before she had finished her sentence Lloyd had +lighted a candle to carry down-stairs. She was +back in a moment. They all stood around in a +circle while she melted the red wax in the heat of +the candle. "Somebody ought to say an abracadabra +charm ovah it," she suggested. "You do +it, Kitty." Then she looked around her helplessly. +"What am I going to do for a seal? Quick, somebody, +hand me something off the dressing-table. +The stoppah of that vinaigrette will do."</p> + +<p>Before Lucy could hand her the bottle Gay caught +up the old silver ladle and pressed the end of its +handle down on the soft wax.</p> + +<p>"There's a crest on it," she explained, holding +it firmly in place. "The motto will read backwards, +but that won't make any difference. +There!" She lifted the ladle, and they all crowded +around to see the clear-cut impression left in the +red wax, of a dagger thrust through a crown. The +tiny reversed letters of the motto were undecipherable, +but Gay translated them.</p> + +<p>"Jameson says it's the Latin for 'I strive till<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> +I overcome,' and that's a fine war-cry for Betty. +She's striven so long it's bound to bring a crown, +only that other thing ought to be a pen instead of +a dagger."</p> + +<p>"Let me put one seal on, just for luck," begged +Kitty when Lloyd had carefully fastened both ends +of the package. She held the wax to the flame. +"Everybody make a wish," she ordered. "Wish +<i>hard</i>."</p> + +<p>They wished in silence. In silence they looked +on while Kitty dropped the third red drop on the +package and pressed into it the crown and the dagger +of the ladle's crest. Then they stood over +Betty while she addressed it to the publisher to +whom long ago she had decided to send it. Then +Gay laid it solemnly beside the silver heirlooms as +one of the things "to be carried out first in case +of fire."</p> + +<p>"Three o'clock and all is well," called Kitty as +the chime on the stair began its warning. "The +deed is done and all the omens are auspicious."</p> + +<p>"That will be a scene to remember always," +thought Betty gratefully, looking around at the four +pretty girls in the candlelight, as they made a ceremony +of the launching of her little ship, their faces +filled with loving interest.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p> + +<p>The chickens were crowing for daylight before +she fell asleep, for she could not hinder her happy +thoughts from straying off to the future, when this +same little ship should come home from sea with +its cargo of fame and fortune that the girls had +predicted. She had dedicated the book simply +"To my Godmother," and she pictured to herself +the supreme moment when she could lay the published +volume in her hands. She would send one +to Madam Chartley, she decided, and one to Miss +Chilton, whose instructions in English had been +such an inspiration to her. Then, of course, each +one of the girls must have one.</p> + +<p>Strangers would write to her, people would thrill +with pleasure over her pages as she had thrilled +over other authors, and—oh, yes! <i>Davy</i> must +have one of the very first copies of the book, since +he had been the first lover of her stories. She +almost sat up in bed in the excitement of her next +thought. She wondered why it never had occurred +to her before. If the book should be really successful +it would bring her money of her own. She +could be the good fairy of the Cuckoo's Nest. How +many comforts she could slip into it to make life +easier for poor tired, over-worked cousin Hetty! +And—<i>Davy could go away to school<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span>!</i></p> + +<p>That last thought sent a warm glad tingle over +her. How good God had been to give her this delightful +way of making a Road of the Loving Heart +in every one's memory—with her pen! She felt +that her whole life ought to be a perpetual Thanksgiving, +and when she fell asleep with a smile on +her lips, she was repeating drowsily: "My lines +have fallen to me in pleasant places. Yea, I have +a goodly heritage."</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>CHAPTER V</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>A CAMERA HELPS</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Several</span> days after his return from Lexington, +Leland Harcourt sauntered out of the house, after +a late breakfast alone. The bored expression on +his face showed plainly what he thought of the +Valley as a summer resort. His brother and Lucy +were off somewhere about the grounds, and for +more than an hour the faint sound of Gay's violin +had been floating up from the rustic arbour, which +she claimed as her private domain.</p> + +<p>It was a pleasant little retreat, far back from the +road in the dense beech shade, and at such a distance +from the house that her energetic practising +could disturb no one. Here every morning before +the distractions of the day began, she religiously +devoted an hour to her music. The time always +slipped past that limit if no one came to stop her, +for an absorbing devotion to her work made her +oblivious to everything else when her beloved violin +was once tucked under her chin. Scales and trills<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> +and chords, all the finger exercises that kept her +touch supple and sure, were gone through with in +faithful routine. Then the new music she was +mastering had its share of careful attention, and +after that she played on and on, as a bird sings, +from sheer love of it.</p> + +<p>She was improvising when Leland came out on +the porch, a light rollicking little tune, to fit a verse +from an Uncle Remus song. It was a verse which +Alex Shelby had repeated as he escorted them over +to The Beeches, the time they spent the night there, +the next night after their burglar scare at the Cabin. +Lucy had been so frightened that she gladly accepted +Mrs. Walton's invitation to stay with her +until the men of the family returned.</p> + +<p>They had had such a good time. Now the recollection +of it was finding voice in the tune which +Gay was trying to manufacture for the words which +Alex had laughingly sung when Lucy stuck in the +barb wire fence on the way over:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Hop light, ladies, Oh, Miss Loo,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Hit take a heap er scrougin'</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Fer to git you throo.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Hop light, ladies, oh, Miss Loo!"</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Gay recalled the straggling little procession +through the woods with a smile, as her bow quavered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> +again through the refrain. They must have +looked ridiculous. There was Lucy lugging the +heavy silver pitcher and Jameson's ladle because +she was afraid to leave them behind, and she herself +with her violin case, and Alex carrying the +Lindsey spoons and forks and the enormous seven-branched +silver candle-sticks, because Lucy felt responsible +for their safety, since she had rented +them with the house. And there was Ranald bringing +up the rear with their suit-cases, and Kitty +laughing at them all for bringing these household +gods. She called Lucy "Ephraim joined to his +idols," because she would not put down the pitcher +and ladle even while she crawled through the barb +wire fence. They had cut across lots in the twilight, +instead of going around by the road, not +wanting to be seen with a load which looked so +much like burglar's booty.</p> + +<p>"If Leland only could have been with us then!" +thought Gay regretfully. "And the night before +that when we had such a jolly time with the taffy +and the duets. He would have been on a real +friendly footing with them all by this time. But +he's beginning to find it dull. I know he is. He'll +be off again before long if we can't get him interested +in something."</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> + +<p>While she was worrying over his evident restlessness +and discontent, the odour of his cigar came +floating out to her, and she knew by that token that +he had finished breakfast and needed to be amused. +Locking her violin in its case, she carried it back to +the house, prepared to shoulder her share of this +responsibility.</p> + +<p>"Good morning, Brer Tarrypin," she called as +she came in sight of him lolling in the hammock. +"Lounjoun' roun' as usual, I see. Well, the mail +train is in, so you can come with me to the post-office +as soon as I get my hat."</p> + +<p>"Good heavens, Pug!" he groaned. "I vow +you're worse than a little volcano—always in +action."</p> + +<p>Nevertheless he got up, as she knew he would, +and strolled along beside her. The road in front +of the post-office was almost blocked with carriages. +On summer mornings like this nearly every one in +the Valley found some excuse to be at the station +when the mail train came in; for while they waited +for the delivery window to open, there was time +not only to attend to the day's marketing, but to +meet all one's friends. At such times the little box +of a post-office was the very centre of neighbourhood +sociability, and since everybody knew everybody<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +else, the gathering was as informal as a family +reunion.</p> + +<p>Even Gay felt like an old settler. Her previous +visit to the Valley had given her so many acquaintances. +As she passed down the straggling line of +men and boys who were leaning against the fence +or sitting on the top rail while they waited, hats +were swept off as if a sudden breeze had scurried +along the path. Several of the old Confederate +soldiers spoke her name as they saluted. She had +played for them up at the Home twice on that +former visit.</p> + +<p>"Oh, the dear little, queer little Valley," she began, +but was interrupted by Leland's calling her +attention to the Sherman carriage, which was moving +in and out at a snail's pace through the blockade +of vehicles, stopping repeatedly as greetings were +called out to it from the other carriages. Gay's face +brightened as she saw Lloyd on the back seat, looking +as fresh as a snowdrop in her white linen +dress.</p> + +<p>"Oh, if she'd only ask us up to Locust to spend +the morning!" thought Gay so earnestly that it +seemed to her that Lloyd must feel the force of the +"thought-wave" she was trying to project. "It's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> +high time for her to remember her promise if she +expects to accomplish anything."</p> + +<p>Lloyd was remembering her promise. It recurred +to her the instant that she caught sight of +Leland's dark interesting face as he turned the +corner. As instantly she had looked away, remembering +how pointedly he had ignored her that night +at the Cabin. This was the first time she had seen +him since. Now Gay's request seemed utterly absurd. +The colour surged up in her face as she +remembered her high resolve about lighting a vestal +fire on the altar of a promise. How ridiculous of +her to have worked herself up into such an exalted +mood over nothing. A positive dislike for the man +who had been the cause of it took possession of her, +and she wished heartily that she need never meet +him again.</p> + +<p>But an encounter could not be avoided long. Gay +was pushing eagerly through the crowd towards the +carriage. She would call her in a moment, then she +would have to turn around and at least be decently +polite. Just then a stylish little runabout stopped +opposite the carriage, and a lady leaned out to accost +Lloyd. Thankful for the opportunity, Lloyd +turned her back squarely on the post-office and +plunged into an animated conversation. Without<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> +glancing in their direction she was conscious that +Gay and Mr. Harcourt were on the curbstone directly +behind her, and would come up the moment +that she stopped talking.</p> + +<p>"Yes, of co'se, Miss Jennie," they heard her say. +"I'm going to town on the next car, and I'll be +glad to get it for you. Yes, we're all going in for +a day's shopping. Mothah and Betty are ovah at +the trolley station now, waiting for me to get the +mail."</p> + +<p>Miss Jennie, giving voluble directions, began +hunting through her pocketbook for a sample of +ribbon which she wanted matched. Gay's hopes +fell. She had counted confidently on taking Leland +up to the Locusts to spend the morning. But just +then Lloyd waved her handkerchief to some one +coming down the avenue, and turning, Gay's face +brightened. It was Kitty Walton to whom Lloyd +had waved. Strolling along under a white parasol, +in a pale pink dress and with a great bunch of sweet +peas in her hand, she looked so attractive, that Gay +felt that Leland would find The Beeches fully as +entertaining a loafing-place as The Locusts. She +decided to take him up there. Again she was +doomed to disappointment, for Kitty's cordial greeting +was followed by the almost breathless announcement<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> +that she was about to take her departure from +the Valley.</p> + +<p>"Oh, when?" called Lloyd, turning to the girls +with the friendliest of smiles, and acknowledging +Mr. Harcourt's greeting with a frosty little bow. +"When, where and whyfoah?"</p> + +<p>"This evening," answered Kitty, "over to the +Martinsville Springs in Indiana, and because mother +is firmly convinced that they are the panacea for all +the ills that flesh is heir to. Really they do help her +wonderfully, and she needs the change, and I like +the place myself so I'm not sorry to go for some +reasons. But I do hate to take ten whole days out +of your visit, Gay."</p> + +<p>"You can't hate it half as much as I do," answered +Gay gloomily, who had not overlooked +Lloyd's cool little bow to Leland. For Lloyd to +act snippy and Kitty to be away ten whole days +right in the beginning of things was fatal to all +her plans.</p> + +<p>It was just then that help came from a most unexpected +source. Not that she realized then that it +was help, but weeks afterward she traced back several +important things to that small beginning.</p> + +<p>Miss Katherine Marks came out of the post-office +with a handful of letters. She was about to pass<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> +the group beside the Sherman carriage with only +a brief "good morning," when the sight of Kitty's +sweet peas made her pause.</p> + +<p>"That reminds me, Kitty," she said. "I've finished +mounting that garden photograph. You may +see it now, whenever you come over."</p> + +<p>"I'll come right now, Miss Katherine," was the +eager response. "I'm wild to see it, and as we're +going to Martinsville this evening this will be my +only chance."</p> + +<p>Seeing the unspoken wish in Gay's eager eyes, +Miss Marks included all of them in the invitation. +Lloyd glanced at her watch and excused herself, +finding that the car she wanted to take was almost +due. She would have to hurry to reach the station +she said. But even in her haste she noticed that +Leland did not join in the regret which the others +expressed, and grown unduly sensitive in regard +to his opinion, she fancied that he looked pleased +when she refused. He lifted his hat perfunctorily, +not even glancing at her as he moved away, seemingly +absorbed in adjusting Kitty's parasol, which +he had taken possession of, and was holding over +her.</p> + +<p>Gay walked on with Miss Marks. Kitty had to +stop a moment at the Bisbee cottage, to leave the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> +sweet peas with a message from her mother. Leland +waited for her at the gate.</p> + +<p>"What is this you're getting me into?" he +asked, nodding towards Miss Marks and Gay, who +were almost out of sight.</p> + +<p>If he had asked the question of Gay she would +have explained eagerly that they were on their way +to Clovercroft, to see a collection of amateur photographs +which had taken prizes and gold medals all +over the country, and among them were three at +least, that she knew he would want so desperately, +that he would fall all over himself trying to get +them. But it would be of no use to try. He could +neither beg, borrow, buy nor steal them. He might +thank his lucky stars that he was permitted just to +stand afar off and gaze at them in hopeless admiration.</p> + +<p>But Kitty, instead of enlightening him in any +such way turned the talk into channels of more personal +interest, and made the short stroll so agreeable +that it came to an end entirely too soon. He followed +her through the gate wishing that he could +invent some excuse whereby to prolong the pleasure +of making her blush and seeing her dark eyes look +up laughingly at him from under the white parasol. +At the same time he wanted to escape the bore of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +being expected to grow enthusiastic over some amateur +collection in which he felt no interest.</p> + +<p>Something of this he expressed in an undertone +to Kitty as they stepped up on to the porch.</p> + +<p>"Don't flatter yourself," she advised him, dropping +into a seat, "that you'll be allowed a peep into +Miss Katherine's studio. Strangers never get any +farther than the Court of the Gentiles."</p> + +<p>"Gay has gone in," he answered, "and her introduction +antedates mine not more than two +seconds. Why shouldn't I?"</p> + +<p>"Gay is one of the elect. She has the artist soul +herself, and Miss Katherine recognizes the earmarks."</p> + +<p>"You insinuate that I haven't them?"</p> + +<p>Kitty smiled tantalizingly, and swung her parasol +back and forth by its ivory crook. "No, indeed. +I'm not insinuating anything. I'm simply stating +a broad truth. You can't get in. She'll bring out +dozens of pictures for your inspection, but she'll not +invite you inside that studio. Very few people are +so favoured."</p> + +<p>Up to that moment he had not had the faintest +wish to set foot inside the studio, but her provoking +assertions suddenly seemed to make it the one desirable +spot for him to enter. "I'll show you," he declared<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> +rashly. "I'll see it before we leave here. I +always get what I want. Now watch me."</p> + +<p>Miss Marks came out with a large photograph +exquisitely tinted. So artistic it was, both in colouring +and composition, that Leland's admiration was +as great as his surprise. He had expected to see +some little snap shots such as he had made himself +when he had the kodak fever, the kind that are +interesting only to those who take them and those +who are taken. This was so beautiful that no +sooner was it in his hands than he was fired with +a desire to possess it. It was the picture of a rose +garden, every bush a glory of bloom, and in the +path, her pink dress caught by a clinging brier, was +Kitty herself like another rose, looking down over +her shoulder at the bramble which held her a prisoner +in its thorny clasp.</p> + +<p>"It is to illustrate a fairy-tale," explained Miss +Marks. "When naughty Esmerelda runs away +from the good prince, everything in the garden is +in league to help him, and Brier Rose catches at her +skirts as she hurries by, and holds her fast."</p> + +<p>"Isn't it lovely?" cried Gay, flashing out of the +studio with an armful which Miss Marks had given +her permission to show. "Here's Betty taken as +a nun—<i>Sister Doloroso</i>—and Lloyd as an Easter<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> +angel. It's perfectly fascinating to hear Miss Marks +tell how she got that effect of flying. Arranged the +draperies with Lloyd lying on the floor, and photographed +her from a trap door above. Tell him how +you added the doves' wings please."</p> + +<p>Much to her surprise Miss Marks found herself +telling things to this young man that she would not +have dreamed of telling to another stranger; some +of the remarkable makeshifts she had used in costumes +and backgrounds. His flattering air of interest +drew these confidences from her as irresistibly +as a magnet draws steel.</p> + +<p>"You ought to do a series of these garden pictures," +he declared, "and call them 'Garden Fancies' +after that poem of Browning's. By the way, +there is a couplet in that which would lend itself +charmingly to illustration, and I saw the very garden +that you should use for it, while I was out driving +yesterday. It was one of those straight walk +prim bordered affairs that go with old English +cottages."</p> + +<p>He could have found no surer path to Miss +Marks's good graces. Gay, not knowing that he had +a purpose to gain by it, listened in amazement as he +proceeded to outline picture after picture for the +series of Garden Fancies, even planning costumes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +and suggesting clever means by which various obstacles +might be overcome. Her astonishment +showed itself in her face, when he even consented +to pose himself, as a Spanish troubadour in a moonlit +garden with a guitar.</p> + +<p>Kitty, who knew the object of this sudden interest +in photography, laughed outright, but nobody +noticed her irrelevant mirth. Miss Marks was too +interested in the new plan, and Gay was too puzzled +over his rapidly growing enthusiasm. Presently, +darting a triumphant look at Kitty, from the corner +of his eye, he rose to follow Miss Marks. She was +actually taking him into her inner courts. Kitty +made a little grimace behind his back. She resented +his I-told-you-so air, but she could not help admiring +the masterful way in which he had gained his +end.</p> + +<p>One hasty glance around the studio changed his +assumed interest into real. Impressed by the wonderful +results Miss Marks had obtained by the combination +of brush and camera, he was seized by a +wish to do something in the same line himself. +Accustomed to the impulsiveness of his enthusiasms, +Gay was not surprised when he began to persuade +Miss Marks to start to work on the Garden Fancies +then and there.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p> + +<p>The English garden was too far away for them +to attempt that morning, but Miss Marks finally +agreed that the moonlight scene might be managed. +It was just the right time of day to take a moonlight +picture, while the sunshine was so direct that +it would cast the blackest of shadows. She could +retouch the plate to give it the right effect, and paint +in a moon.</p> + +<p>"You'll have to hurry if I'm to be in it," ordered +Kitty, "for Mother is waiting for me this blessed +minute. I've a world of things to do in the next +few hours."</p> + +<p>"Give us just a quarter of one of them," begged +Leland. "I'll attend to the balcony part if Miss +Marks will look after the costumes and tell me +where to find a step-ladder."</p> + +<p>"Leland has plenty to amuse him now," thought +Gay happily, as she watched him giving directions +to Frazer, the coloured man, who came in answer +to Miss Marks's call. "His foot is on his native +heath and his name's 'McGregor' when it comes +to a thing of this sort."</p> + +<p>Ten minutes later Kitty found herself looking +out of an improvised balcony, a charming affair +outwardly, but most laughable within. A tall step-ladder +had been dragged into the bay window of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +the music room, and the upper sash of the middle +window pushed down from the top. The thick +vines that grew over it were pulled back to leave +an oval opening. It was out of this leafy oval she +leaned from her seat on the top of the ladder, to +smile down on the troubadour below. There was +a rose in her dark hair, a half-furled fan in her +hand, and a coquettish glance in her laughing black +eyes.</p> + +<p>Leland's costume had been hastily constructed +from scraps of stage property kept for such occasions. +It took but a moment to drape a long cape +over one shoulder in graceful folds, twist a piece of +velvet into a little cap and pin a white plume on one +side. A row of potted plants laboriously put in +place by Frazer hid the fact that he wore modern +trousers instead of the more picturesque knee +breeches which such a costume demanded.</p> + +<p>"Fire away," he ordered, adjusting the guitar +to a more comfortable position.</p> + +<p>"Suppose you sing a verse of a real serenade," +suggested Miss Marks, "so as to get into the proper +spirit of the thing. Then just as you finish, while +you're looking soulfully into each other's eyes, I'll +squeeze the bulb."</p> + +<p>Kitty, seeing the seamy side of his improvised<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> +cap, and feeling the absurdity of her position on the +top of the step-ladder, could only giggle when she +tried to look soulful. But Leland had taken part +in too many private theatricals to be disconcerted +now. With as impassioned a gaze as any Romeo +ever fixed on his Juliet, he struck the soft chords of +a Spanish serenade, and began to sing so meaningly +that Kitty's giggle was silenced, and she looked +down with a conscious blush:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Thine eyes are stars of morning,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Thy lips are crimson flowers.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Good night, good night, beloved,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">While I count the weary hours."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"There! That ought to be perfect," cried Miss +Marks, emerging from under the black cloth which +covered the camera. "Mr. Harcourt, you're the +most satisfactory man I've ever had pose for me. +It's easy enough to get a score of pretty girls any +time I need them, but it isn't once in a decade one +finds such an altogether desirable model of a man. +You seem to know by intuition exactly the right +positions to fall into. I'm sure the series will be +a success now."</p> + +<p>Leland bowed his appreciation of the compliment, +and Gay, knowing his vulnerable spot and how<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> +secretly pleased he was, could have danced a breakdown +in her delight.</p> + +<p>As they were all eager to see the result, Miss +Marks took herself at once to the dark room with +the plate, promising they should have a proof before +time for the Martinsville train. Then Gay and Leland +walked home with Kitty, and stayed talking +awhile on the shady porch.</p> + +<p>"It's been a very decent sort of morning," Leland +admitted on his way home to lunch. A siesta +in the hammock shortened the afternoon. He was +in a most agreeable mood when they drove over to +the station to see the Waltons off on their train.</p> + +<p>Better than her promise, Miss Marks had sent a +finished picture instead of a proof. It was fully as +good as the one of Brier Rose and Esmerelda, and +Leland was enthusiastic in his admiration of the +balcony he had improvised, and the Spanish beauty +within it. When it had passed around the circle +he coolly took possession of it, although Kitty +claimed it, as Frazer had brought it up to The +Beeches.</p> + +<p>"I'll keep it till your return, Miss Kitty," he said. +"You have your mirror, so you don't need this. It +may inspire me to run over to the Springs myself<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> +a few days to see the original if you stay away too +long."</p> + +<p>Something in the light tone made Gay glance up +quickly. She groaned as she saw the admiration +his expressive eyes showed so plainly.</p> + +<p>"Now he's gone and done it!" she thought in +dismay. "He's taken a fancy to Kitty instead of +Lloyd, when I've set my heart on saving Kitty for +Frank Percival. May blessings light on those old +Martinsville Springs for taking her out of the way +for awhile! Maybe I can get him switched off on +the other track before she comes back."</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>"GARDEN FANCIES"</div> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Oh</span>, where are you going, my pretty maid?" +It was Alex Shelby who called out the question, +leaning forward from the doctor's buggy, to look +down the locust avenue. Lloyd was coming toward +the gate, swinging a hunter's horn back and forth +by its green cord. She waved it gaily as she sang +in response:</p> + +<p>"I'm going a posing, sir, she said."</p> + +<p>He turned the wheel and sprang out, asking +eagerly, "Is it anywhere that I can take you?"</p> + +<p>"No, you're going in exactly the opposite direction, +for I'm bound for the spring in the Lindsey +woods. Miss Marks asked me to meet her there +at eleven o'clock, but her note didn't come until +aftah mothah had gone out with the carriage."</p> + +<p>Alex glanced at his watch. "If you could wait +till I take this case of instruments up to Uncle, I +could drive you over as well as not. It would detain<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> +you ten minutes, but even then you'd get to the +Spring much sooner than if you were to walk."</p> + +<p>"I'll certainly accept yoah offah," exclaimed +Lloyd gratefully, looking down the long hot way +that lay between her and the Lindsey woods.</p> + +<p>"No, I'll not drive ovah to the doctah's with you, +thanks. That is such a hot, dusty stretch of road. +I'll just sit heah in the shade and wait." Laying +the hunter's horn on the stone bench near the gate, +she sat down beside it and began to fan herself with +her hat.</p> + +<p>"What's going on at the spring?" he asked as +he climbed back into the buggy.</p> + +<p>"I can't tell you. All I know is that old Frazer +came up with a note asking me to pose as Olga, the +Flax-spinnah's maiden. Miss Marks is always +illustrating some old fairy-tale. She wanted me to +bring grandfathah's hunting hawn for the prince. +I've been wondering evah since who she's found to +take that paht."</p> + +<p>"Harcourt, I'll bet you anything!" was Alex's +emphatic answer as he gathered up the reins. "I +saw him over at Clovercroft yesterday morning, +setting up a tripod in front of the bay window. +Well, here goes. I'll be back in ten minutes."</p> + +<p>As Lloyd watched the cloud of dust whirling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> +along behind the rapidly disappearing buggy, the +impulse seized her to call out after him that he +needn't come back to take her to the spring, for +she was not going. Several times that morning the +suspicion had crossed her mind that Miss Marks's +new model might prove to be Leland Harcourt, and +Alex's emphatic answer seemed to confirm her misgivings. +If that were the case she felt that she could +not possibly go. He had made such a point of +avoiding her that night at the Cabin, that even Betty +had noticed it, and she was very sure she didn't +want to have her picture taken with a man who had +showed his aversion to her so plainly as all that. It +would be horribly awkward, she thought, if Miss +Marks had asked him to pose with her. He would +have to stoop and drink out of her hands as the +prince had done out of Olga's. Of course he +couldn't refuse, and it would be disagreeable to him +and embarrassing to her, knowing as she did how he +felt towards her.</p> + +<p>It was unlike Lloyd to be sensitive over little +things, and to magnify trifles, and she had been unhappy +for several days because she had done so in +this instance. If she had met Leland Harcourt like +any other stranger, she would not have given his +manner toward her a second thought; but Gay's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> +plea beforehand in his behalf made her self-conscious. +Of course he couldn't possibly know that she +had lain awake, looking at the stars, picturing herself +as a sort of guardian angel, who should lead +him to great heights of achievement (as Gay had +assured her she could do). But she felt that he +must have divined her intentions toward him, and +was secretly amused at her presumption. Her face +burned every time she thought of the regal manner +in which she had swept into the room, trying to +make her entrance impressive, and then the polite +way in which he had handed her over to some one +else as if she were a mere child to whom he must be +civil, but whose school-girl prattle bored him.</p> + +<p>"I can't <i>beah</i> him!" she said in a disgusted tone +to a black ant, which was crawling along towards +the stone bench where she sat. But the little ant, +intent on its own affairs, hurried past her as unheedingly +as if she had been part of the bench.</p> + +<p>"And I suppose my opinion is of no moah impawtance +to him than it is to you," she added, with +a shrug of the shoulders. Then she laughed, for the +comparison suddenly seemed to put the affair in a +different light.</p> + +<p>"I'm certainly glad you happened along this way, +Mistah Ant," she said, bending over to stop him<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> +with a stick while she made her whimsical speech. +"Because I'm going to profit by yoah example from +now on. Heah me? I'm going to quit worrying +over what people may think of me and go along +about my business just as you are doing. <i>You</i> +nevah think about yoahself, do you! You don't +even know that you <i>have</i> a self, so of co'se you can't +feel slighted and sensitive."</p> + +<p>Lifting the stick so that the little creature might +go on its eager way again, she watched it disappear, +and then began idly tracing figures in the dust at her +feet.</p> + +<p>"I wish I had an enchanted necklace like Olga's," +she mused, recalling the old fairy-tale for which +she was soon to pose. "Not one that could give me +gorgeous dresses whenevah I repeated the charm, +but one that would sawt of clothe my mind—put +me into such a beautifully serene mental state that I +wouldn't mind slights, and would be as unconscious +of self as that little old ant."</p> + +<p>Then a surprised, pleased expression lighted her +face, as a sudden recollection seemed to illuminate +the old fairy-tale, and give it a new meaning.</p> + +<p>"Why, it's like that lovely verse in the Psalms +that Miss Allison read to the King's Daughters, +the first time I went to a meeting of the Circle.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> +'<i>The King's Daughter is all glorious within. Her +clothing is of wrought gold.</i>'" Sentences from +Miss Allison's earnest little talk of long ago began +coming back to Lloyd like fragments of forgotten +music. Something about being anointed with the +"oil of gladness" and wearing garments that +smelled of myrrh and aloes and cassia "out of the +ivory palaces whereby they have made thee glad."</p> + +<p>Now in the story when Olga would change her +gown of tow to one befitting her royal station, she +had only to clasp a bead of her magic rosary and +whisper:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"For love's sweet sake, in my hour of need,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Blossom and deck me, little seed,"</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='unindent'>and straightway she would be clad in a garment, +fine and fair as the shimmer of moonbeams. And +Lloyd, casting about in her mind for a like charm +that would make her "all glorious within" as Olga's +made her glorious without, suddenly bethought herself +of her little necklace of Roman pearls. She +had not taken it back to school with her in her +Senior year, for she felt that she had outgrown its +childish symbolism. She could "keep tryst" with +life's obligations now without the visible reminder +of a little white bead, slipped daily over a silken<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> +cord. Still, it had helped her to remember, so many +times in the past, that she was strongly tempted +to try the efficacy of her little talisman just once +more. Glancing at her watch, she saw that Alex +had been gone only five minutes. Then dropping the +stick with which she had been writing in the dust, +she ran lightly up the avenue, into the house and up +to her room.</div> + +<p>"Maybe it is sawt of childish," she thought as she +opened the sandal-wood box and clasped the rosary +around her neck. "But I don't care, if it will only +help me to remembah not to be snippy and sensitive +and to go about my business like that little black ant. +It's funny how such a little thing started me on the +right path."</p> + +<p>When Alex came back she met him with such a +shining face that he glanced at her curiously. "You +look as if you had heard good news," he said as he +helped her into the buggy. "What's happened?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, nothing," she laughed. "I've just been +practising my paht while I waited for you. I'm the +Princess Olga, and I've gotten rid of my gown of +tow, and I'm so relieved to find the real King's-daughtah +attire, that I'm as happy as a June-bug."</p> + +<p>He did not understand her allusion, but it would +have made no difference if she had talked to him in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> +Greek, with that charming dimple coming and going +as she laughed. It was a pleasure just to sit and +watch her, while she rattled on in her inimitable way +about June-bugs, wondering how happy they were +anyhow, and why people chose them as the unit +of measurement when they were measuring joy.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Over at the spring while they waited for Lloyd +to come, Miss Marks and Leland Harcourt experimented +at picture-making with Gay for a victim. +Stretched out on the rocks of the creek bank, with +her hands lying in the shallow water and her hair +streaming over her shoulders, she was obligingly +trying to obey instructions to "look as wet and +dead as possible."</p> + +<p>Lloyd and Alex, coming on her unexpectedly as +they picked their way up the ravine, having tied +the horse where the woodland road ended, were +horrified to find her lying there so limp and still. +But the next instant Leland's voice sounded somewhere +up among the bushes: "That's great, Pug. +Try to keep the pose a little longer till we get one +more plate. With a sea-gull and some rolling waves +painted in in the background, it will be a perfect +copy of that painting I saw in Brittany."</p> + +<p>"Well, hurry, please!" called Gay plaintively.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span> +"I can't stand it much longer. The sun on my +wet face is burning it to a blister, and the rocks are +cutting my elbow, and I know it's a spider that's +crawling over the back of my neck."</p> + +<p>Lloyd gave a toot of the hunter's horn to warn +them of their approach and the extra plate was +never made. For with a little shriek the "Drowned +Fishermaiden" scrambled up from the rocks in +embarrassed haste, and when she caught sight of +Alex, fled away into the bushes to gather up her +dishevelled hair and otherwise put herself to rights. +She was too agitated to notice Lloyd's meeting with +Leland, but while she made herself presentable the +sound of laughter floated in among the bushes to +her most reassuringly.</p> + +<p>"They're laughing at me," she thought, "but I +don't care how ridiculous I looked. <i>Anything to</i> +break the ice between them and put them on a +friendly footing."</p> + +<p>At the sight of Leland's dark face with its +cynical, slightly amused expression, Lloyd's resentment +returned, but the touch of the little necklace +recalled her resolve. "I'll <i>not</i> be snippy and sensitive," +she repeated to herself, clasping one of the +beads in her fingers as if it really held some potent +charm to help her change her mental attitude.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p> + +<p>So when Gay joined them she found that Lloyd +had dropped her distant, disdainful manner of the +day before and was her own sweet, winsome self. +It was with a sigh of relief that Gay left them to +the discussion of poses and costumes, and turned to +Alex, who was about to take his departure. The +one word, picnic, was enough to stop him. It was +what he had been hoping for ever since the Harcourts +had taken the Cabin. Gay's appeal for help +set him to work with the zest of a truant school-boy.</p> + +<p>While he made a fire and carried water from +the spring, Gay emptied the baskets they had +brought, and spread the contents out on a great flat +rock. Then while the water boiled for the coffee, +and the potatoes were roasting in the ashes, she sent +him to look for a wild grape-vine.</p> + +<p>"I want a lot of grape-leaves to make into little +baskets to serve the berries in," she told him. +"And bring them up here where I can keep an eye +on what is going on at the spring. There seems to +be a hitch in the performance somewhere."</p> + +<p>The difficulty was with the prince's costume. +Nothing they had brought gave quite the effect they +wanted, so finally Leland proposed bringing the +story down to date.</p> + +<p>"The modern Princess is the Summer Girl," he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> +said. "So take Miss Sherman just as she is, and +I'll go back to the Cabin and put on a bicycle suit."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 413px;"> +<img src="images/i004.jpg" width="413" height="450" alt="holding out her hands" /> +<span class="caption">"MAKING A CUP OF HER WHITE HANDS."</span> +</div> + +<p>"They are getting on famously," thought Gay +as she listened to Lloyd's merry response to something +he called back, as he went crashing away +through the bushes. The last little basket was made +and filled with berries before Leland came back, +dragging his wheel up the ravine. Gay and Alex, +having finished their preparations, climbed up the +bank to watch the pretty tableau, Lloyd making a +cup of her white hands and catching the water in +them, that the prince might stoop and drink.</p> + +<p>"Let's try it again, Miss Marks," cried Leland +enthusiastically. "How is this pose?" He dropped +gracefully to one knee, baring his head as he bowed +it over Lloyd's hands.</p> + +<p>"Is the change in him or is it in me?" thought +Lloyd as the dark eager face smiled up at her, with +its quick flashing smile that she found so peculiarly +attractive. "He certainly is the most entahtaining +man I evah talked to."</p> + +<p>"The show is over," called Gay as Miss Marks +began to put up her camera. "If your royal highnesses +will deign to descend, dinner will be served +immediately." It was an attractive table she led +them to, the red berries shining in luscious heaps in +their little green baskets, mounds of fresh watercress +beside every plate, and a big bouquet of wildflowers +in the centre of the rock table.</p> + +<p>"What is the peculiar charm of a picnic?" +queried Alex as he fished an ant out of the sugar +and opened a half-cooked potato.</p> + +<p>"At home one would send such a dish back to +the kitchen in red-hot wrath. Here one eats it in +a sort of solemn joy."</p> + +<p>"It's the spell of the June woods," suggested +Miss Marks.</p> + +<p>"No, it's youth in the blood," said Leland. "All +the Junes in the world and all outdoors wouldn't +make a half-baked potato fit for the gods unless one +has 'the sun and the wind in his pulses.'"</p> + +<p>"No," insisted Gay. "It can't be that, for Jameson +isn't much older than you, and he despises +prowling around in the woods, as he calls it. He +made so much fun of it that Lucy went driving +with him instead of coming with us, and she adores +such outings, just as much now as she did before +she was married."</p> + +<p>"Maybe no one feels the charm unless the gods +have given him a sort of Midas touch that will turn +everything disagreeable, like ants and underdone +potatoes, into golden experiences," said Alex. "The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a><br /><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +Midas imagination let us call it. And the way to +keep it in good working order is to give it constant +practice. Let's have a picnic every day."</p> + +<p>"To-morrow," announced Leland, "I'll take you +all over to that old English garden that I discovered, +to take that Garden fancy of Browning's we +were discussing."</p> + +<p>Gay looked up quickly. It had been understood +only yesterday that they were to wait for Kitty's +return for that picture. His taking it for granted +that Lloyd would assume the part augured well for +her hopes.</p> + +<p>"You know that poem of Browning's, don't you, +Miss Sherman?" he asked, smiling across at her.</p> + +<p>Now Lloyd had never cared for Browning. In +fact she frankly admitted that she had never got far +enough into many of his poems to know what he +was talking about. At Warwick Hall Miss Chilton +had been such an enthusiastic interpreter of his that +ten of the girls in Lloyd's class had formed a +Browning club. Although she declined their invitation +to join them, she was more complimented by +that invitation than any other of that school term, +and envied them their apparent enjoyment of what +to her was a tangle of vague meanings. Now when, +she saw Leland take a well worn copy from his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> +pocket and flip over the leaves to find the place, with +an ease that showed long familiarity with it, she +wished that she had joined the club. It made her +feel childish and immature to think that she could +not discuss this subject with him as any one of those +ten girls could have done. But it was one of the +simple poems to which the book opened. From her +seat opposite, Lloyd could see the marked margins +and underscored lines, as he read aloud:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'Here is the garden she walked across<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Arm in my arm such a short while since.</span><br /> + +<b>· · · · · · · ·</b><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Down this side of the gravel walk</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">She went, while her robe's edge brushed the box.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And here she paused in her gracious talk</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">To point me a moth on the milk-white phlox.'"</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Oh, I can just <i>see</i> that picture," cried Miss +Marks enthusiastically. "I wish we had time to +take it to-day."</p> + +<p>"But wait, here's a better one," he added, turning +the page.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'This flower she stopped at, finger on lip,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Stooped over in doubt, as settling its claim,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Till she gave me with pride to make no slip,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Its soft, meandering Spanish name.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">What a name! Was it love or praise?</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Speech half-asleep or song half-awake?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I must learn Spanish one of these days</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Only for that slow, sweet name's sake.'"</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Lloyd picked up the book open at the place where +he laid it, face downward, on the rock.</p> + +<p>"I wondah what flowah Browning meant," she +said, "that had such a 'soft, meandering Spanish +name. Speech half-asleep or song half-awake—' It +must have been something exquisitely beautiful +or he wouldn't have been willing to learn a language +just for the sake of knowing that one name."</p> + +<p>Farther down the page were other underscored +lines. She read them softly, almost under her +breath.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'Where I find her not, beauties vanish.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Whither I follow her beauties flee.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Is there no method to tell her in Spanish</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">June is twice June since she's breathed it with me?'"</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Isn't that sweet?" cried Gay. "Say it for us, +Leland. Say it in Spanish so we can hear how it +sounds."</p> + +<p>With an indulgent smile, as if amused at her +childishness, he lazily did Gay's bidding, then as she +began exclaiming over the musical syllables to Alex, +he turned to Lloyd and repeated the line with an +emphasis which made it altogether personal. Of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> +course she could not understand it, but the words +were like bird-notes, and there was no mistaking +the language of those dark expressive eyes that held +hers a moment in their admiring gaze. They said +as plainly as if they had spoken aloud, "June is +twice June, since <i>you've</i> breathed it with me."</p> + +<p>Lloyd felt the colour surge up into her face, and +to hide it, turned quickly and began examining a +grass stain on the hem of her skirt, with apparent +concern. But an exultant little thrill flashed over +her. He liked her. She was sure of it, and it made +her glad, so glad that it amazed her to think that +only two hours before she had confided emphatically +to a little black ant crawling over her path, that +she couldn't bear him.</p> + +<p>When she had finished a critical examination of +the grass stain she glanced back again, hoping that +Gay had not seen her embarrassment. To her relief +Gay's entire attention was absorbed in an argument +with Alex as to the exact meaning of the quotation, +whether twice June meant a lengthening of the +calendar or an intensifying of its pleasures. Miss +Marks, <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'ilke'">like</ins> a good chaperone, could not have noticed, +for she was busy gathering up the dishes, +and Lloyd sprang up to help her.</p> + +<p>Presently, as they started away from the spring,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> +Leland came around to Lloyd's side. "You must +let me teach you Spanish, Miss Sherman," he said +in his masterful way which seemed to leave her no +choice in the matter. "An hour a day wouldn't +take much of your time, and would be enough to +give you some idea of the charm of the language. +Gay tells me you play the harp. Some of the songs +are exquisite."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I nevah in the world could learn it, I am +suah!" she answered lightly, with a shrug that +seemed to indicate the uselessness of undertaking +such a task.</p> + +<p>"You don't know," he answered authoritatively. +"You've never had me for a teacher."</p> + +<p>Again that flashing look that made his eyes +deepen so wonderfully and curved the cynical lips +into an altogether gentle and winning smile. It +seemed to photograph itself on Lloyd's memory, +recurring to her again and again in the most unexpected +moments. She saw it on the way home with +Alex, all the time she was laughingly recounting +some of her Warwick Hall escapades. It came +between her and her book when she tried to read +herself to sleep that afternoon, and the last thing +that night when her eyes were closed and the lights<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> +were out she saw again that glance that said as +plainly as the slow music of his Spanish words, +"June is <i>twice</i> June since <i>you've</i> breathed it with +me."</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>SPANISH LESSONS</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> Harcourt carriage swung rapidly along the +road, for the Little Colonel held the reins, and was +testing the speed of the new horses, just sent down +from Lexington.</p> + +<p>"Isn't it glorious?" she cried, with a quick +glance over her shoulder at Gay and Miss Marks +on the back seat. "It's like flying, the way they +take us through the air, and they're the best matched +team in the country."</p> + +<p>Leland, on the seat beside her, watched with +growing admiration her expert handling of the +horses, and Gay watched him. Swathed in a white +chiffon veil, she was paying the penalty for being +so obliging the day before. She had lain so long +on the rocks in her pose of the drowned fishermaiden, +that her face was burned to a blister, and +she could not touch it without groaning. But she +would willingly go through the ordeal again, she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> +told herself, in order to bring about the present +desirable state of affairs.</p> + +<p>"Now which way?" asked Lloyd as they came +to a turn. "I feel like a Columbus on an unsailed +sea. I thought I knew every gah'den around heah +within a radius of five miles, but I've nevah seen +any that fits the description of the one you're taking +us to."</p> + +<p>"Turn to the right," Leland directed. "Then +it's just a short way down a woodland road. You'll +come to an old-fashioned wicket gate and a straight, +box-bordered walk leading up to the back of such +a quaint vine-covered old house with a red door, +that you'll expect to see a thatched roof and hear an +English skylark."</p> + +<p>"Well, of all things," laughed Lloyd, "why +didn't you say little red doah in the first place. That +would have located it for me. You've simply discovahed +the back premises of old Doctah Shelby's +place, and yoah wondahful English gah'den is their +kitchen gah'den. We could have reached their +front gate in ten minutes from our house, and heah +you have led us all around Robin Hood's bahn to +find it. That loop around Rollington took us a +good two miles out of the way."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's the only way I knew how to reach<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> +it," he answered, with the flashing smile she had +learned to look for. "I hope that you don't feel +that it has been time wasted. <i>I</i> don't."</p> + +<p>"Not behind hawses like these," she answered. +"We'll forgive you for the sake of the ride. I +nevah get tiahed of driving when I can go this +fast."</p> + +<p>She turned into a narrow lane leading around to +the front of the house, and waited for Leland to +open the gate.</p> + +<p>"How natural everything looks," she exclaimed. +"I haven't been heah for yeahs, and when I was a +little thing of six or seven I used to be a weekly +visitah. I'd bring my dawg Fritz, and stay from +breakfast till bedtime. I called Doctah Shelby +'Mistah-<i>my</i>-doctah' and his wife 'Aunt Alicia,'" +she went on as Leland resumed his seat in the carriage. +"They said that I reminded them of their +only daughtah, who was dead, and they used to +borrow me by the day. They spoiled me so that it +was perfectly scandalous the way I acted sometimes."</p> + +<p>"Why did you stop coming?" asked Gay.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Shelby had a fall that made an invalid of +her, and she has been away at sanitariums and hospitals +most of the time since. I've seen her often,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> +of co'se, but not heah. It's only lately that they've +opened up the house and come home to live."</p> + +<p>Places exercised a strong influence over Lloyd. +Just as she felt the challenge of the locust-trees in +the avenue at home, and could not pass those old +family sentinels without an unconscious lifting of +the head and that pride of bearing which they +seemed to expect from all the Lloyds, so this old +homestead had its peculiar effect upon her. As she +went up the path she had the same feeling of absolute +sovereignty that she had had a dozen years +before when her slightest wish was law in this +adoring household, and where every act of hers, +no matter how outbreaking, passed unchided. If +she chose to empty the sugar into the middle of the +garden walk and fill the bowl with pebbles, "Aunt +Alicia" took her afternoon tea unsweetened, rather +than ring for more, and thus call Mom Beck's attention +to the naughtiness of her little charge.</p> + +<p>Once, some babyish whim prompting her to order +every picture turned to the wall, the doctor meekly +obeyed, and when some chance caller remonstrated, +he protested that it was a very small thing to do to +give a child pleasure, and that there was no reason +why she shouldn't have them upside down if she +wished. So strong was the old spell now, that as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> +she stepped up on the porch and saw the same ugly +little Chinese idol sitting against the front door to +prop it open, that had sat there on all her former +visits, she stooped and stood it on its head.</p> + +<p>"Why on earth did you do that?" gasped Gay.</p> + +<p>"Simply fo'ce of habit," laughed Lloyd. "I +used to hate it so because it was such an ugly old +thing that I always stood it on its head to punish +it for staring at me. I did it this time without +thinking."</p> + +<p>Leland laughed. Never in the short time he had +known her had she seemed quite so adorable as +she did at this moment, relapsing into the childish +imperiousness of her Little Colonel ways. While +they waited for Mrs. Shelby to come down he +watched her going around the room, renewing her +acquaintance with all the old objects that had once +held a fascination for her. She called his attention +to the tapestry on the wall, a shepherd and shepherdess +beside a trellis on which hung roses as big +as cabbages, and told him the quaint fancies she had +once had about the romantic figures. The stuffed +birds under the glass case on the mantel each had +a name she had given it. She remembered them +all, from the yellow canary, to the mite of a humming-bird, +poised at the top.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p> + +<p>Stopping before a queer old whatnot, filled with +bric-à-brac and shells, she caught up a round china +box. A gilt eagle, hovering over a nest of little +eaglets formed the lid, and her face began to dimple +as she lifted the china bird by its imposing beak.</p> + +<p>"There ought to be peppahmints inside," she +said. "There always used to be, because I'd howl +if there wasn't, and they couldn't beah to have me +disappointed. Well, I wish you'd look! Deah old +Aunt Alicia! She's remembahed all these yeahs +and kept it ready for me."</p> + +<p>She held the box out towards him, and he saw +that it had been freshly filled with delectable little +striped drops.</p> + +<p>"It hurts my conscience," she said, looking up +wistfully, as the familiar odour of the peppermint +greeted her, "to think how I have neglected her. +Heah I have been going to picnics and pahties and +all sawts of things evah since I came home from +school, and have nevah been neah her. I'm going +to find her this minute, and not wait for her to +come down as if I were some strangah."</p> + +<p>The quaintly furnished old room straightway +lost its charm for Leland when she left it, but Gay, +pushing aside her veil to taste the contents of the +eagle's nest, which Lloyd had deposited in her lap,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> +scrutinized everything with interest. This was +Alex's home now, and she wondered how he would +look in the midst of such surroundings. She +couldn't imagine him with such an antiquated background. +Miss Marks picked up a basket of daguerreotypes +from the marble-topped table, and +began examining them.</p> + +<p>They could hear Lloyd calling at the top of the +stairs, "Aunt Alicia," and then Mrs. Shelby's voice, +tremulous with pleased surprise: "Why it's the +Little Colonel! Oh, my dear! My <i>dear!</i> what a +joy it is to have you here again!" Then they heard +Lloyd laughingly explaining their mission, and +after that they seemed to pass into another room, +for a low hum of voices was all that could be distinguished.</p> + +<p>Presently Mrs. Shelby came down alone. She +was a gentle little old lady, with faded blue eyes, +and a sweet patient face. She wore a bunch of gray +curls over each ear in the fashion of her girlhood. +There was a lingering charm of youth about her, +just as there was a faint suggestion of lavender +still clinging to the fine old lace that fell over her +little hands. Almost as soon as she had finished +welcoming them an old coloured man followed her +into the room, bearing a huge tray with tinkling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> +glasses, a decanter of raspberry shrub, and a plate +of little nut-cakes. While he served the guests she +explained Lloyd's delay with almost girlish eagerness.</p> + +<p>"I have taken a great liberty with your model, +Miss Marks, but Lloyd assured me you would be +perfectly willing. This last day of June is a very +happy anniversary of mine and the doctor's. I have +been thinking of it all morning, and when Lloyd +came up the stairs just now, so glowing and bright, +it seemed to me I saw my own lost youth rising up +before me, and I asked her to put on a gown I have +treasured many years, and be photographed in that.</p> + +<p>"It is the one I had on when Richard proposed +to me," she explained, a faint pink tingeing her soft +old cheeks. "Fifty years ago to-day, in that same +old garden. This was my grandmother's place then. +Richard bought it afterwards. And a year from +to-day if we live, we will keep our golden wedding. +If you can use the gown in the photograph it will +make me very happy, for it is falling to pieces, +despite my care of it. Lloyd thought it very picturesque +and appropriate."</p> + +<p>While Miss Marks was expressing her delight +over the privilege, for the unearthing of old costumes +was one of her pet diversions, Lloyd came<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> +down the stairs and stopped shyly in the doorway. +She had tucked up her shining hair with a tall ivory +comb, and it hung in soft curls on each side of her +glowing face, in the old fashion of Mrs. Shelby's +girlhood. The thin, clinging dress enveloped her +like a pale blue cloud, and a flat, wide-brimmed +garden hat swung from her arm by its blue ribbons. +With the donning of the ancient dress she seemed +to have put on the sweet shy manner that had been +the charm of its first wearer.</p> + +<p>A long-drawn "oh!" of admiration from Gay +and Miss Marks greeted her appearance, and she +turned a timid glance towards Leland, who had +risen quickly. His glance and his silence were more +eloquent than their words, for she turned away +blushing.</p> + +<p>"Now if I may have a bit of paper to make a +moth to pin on the milk-white phlox," began Miss +Marks, but Mrs. Shelby stopped her eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my dear, we will have the picture perfect +in every way. Richard has a case of butterflies and +moths in his office. I shall send a servant to bring +it and to call him over, for he will want to see Lloyd +in that gown I am sure. How I wish Alex were +here to be photographed with her. He is so broad<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> +shouldered and erect he reminds me daily of what +his uncle was at his age."</p> + +<p>"Maybe he will come before we are through," +suggested Miss Marks. At the mere thought of his +coming, Gay pulled her veil down hastily over her +blistered face. Behind its protecting screen she +watched the old couple keenly, when the doctor arrived. +They had eyes for nothing but Lloyd, and +their gaze followed her tenderly wherever she went.</p> + +<p>"They're just <i>daffy</i> about her," thought Gay. +"It's plain to be seen they'd give anything in the +world to get her into the family. I hope Doctor +Alex won't come in time to be photographed with +her. If he'd never fallen in love with her before +he'd have to do it now. He couldn't help himself +when she looks like that, and then where would all +my plans be for poor Leland?"</p> + +<p>But Leland was taking care of his own interests. +As soon as Miss Marks had taken enough plates to +satisfy herself he led Lloyd off to the end of the +garden to show her a flower which he had found +with a soft meandering Spanish name.</p> + +<p>"We'll begin the lessons to-morrow," he said, +as if it were all settled. The masterfulness of his +tone had pleased her the day before, but here in the +place where she had done all the dictating and others<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> +had obeyed, it aroused a feeling that Mom Beck +would have labelled "the Lloyd stubbo'ness." She +didn't want to consent, simply because he had taken +it for granted that she would, so she laughingly +contradicted him.</p> + +<p>"We'll begin to-morrow," he repeated, smiling +down at her so insistently that she dropped her eyes +before his. Then to her surprise she found that her +opposition had completely vanished. She felt that +it would be one of the pleasantest pastimes that +could be devised, to study such a musical language +under such a teacher. But she had no intention of +letting him know how she felt about it for a long +while, so she was thankful for the interruption +which came just then.</p> + +<p>Miss Marks, who was exploring the rest of the +premises in search of further possibilities, sent Gay +to summon her to the front of the house.</p> + +<p>"She says to 'come into the garden, Maud.' +She is going to add a Tennysonian pose to her +series of Fancies, and she's found a place where +there's a bit of terrace for you to come tripping +down, à la Maud, to the tune of 'She is coming, +my own, my sweet!'"</p> + +<p>Catching up her long filmy blue skirt, Lloyd hurried +away, leaving Gay and Leland to follow as they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> +chose. Leland finished the verse in a clear tenor +voice as if singing to himself, but it followed Lloyd +down the walk as if meant for her alone:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'She is coming, my own, my sweet!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were it ever so airy a tread</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My heart would hear her and beat</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though 'twere earth in an earthy bed.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would start and tremble under her feet</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And blossom in purple and red.'"</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Then he hummed it almost under his breath, the +entire verse again, forgetful of Gay at his elbow +until she spoke.</p> + +<p>"Wouldn't Kitty have looked adorable in that +darling old hat tied under her chin? It's too bad +she couldn't have been here to pose as Maud."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I don't know," he answered absently. +"She's too dark for the part. Miss Lloyd looks it +to perfection."</p> + +<p>Gay's eyes shone delightedly behind the white +veil, and for a few steps she could not help skipping, +as she blessed the Martinsville Springs, which had +taken Kitty off in the nick of time to save her for a +different fate. By the time Maud's picture was +taken Alex arrived, and Miss Marks was promptly +seized with an inspiration.</p> + +<p>"I am going to have two pictures of <i>Darby<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> +and Joan</i>," she exclaimed, "to add to the series. +Alex, you take Lloyd down into the garden again +beside the phlox, and turn so that I'll get your +profile. It is so like your uncle's. I'll call that one +'<i>Hand in hand when our life was May.</i>' Then I'll +take Mrs. Shelby and the doctor in exactly the same +position as a companion piece, and call that '<i>Hand +in hand when our hair is gray.</i>'"</p> + +<p>They made a joke of it, the two old people, and +obligingly took the places that Lloyd and Alex left, +but a mist sprang to Lloyd's eyes a moment later, +watching the devoted old couple who for fifty years +had been lovers and for forty-nine years had been +wed. Marriage like that seemed a beautiful thing; +she wondered if such an experience would ever be +hers. She wished Mammy Easter had found a +better fortune for her than the one she told over +her tea-cup.</p> + +<p>It was noon by the time the pictures were all +taken, and Leland took Miss Marks home in the +carriage while Lloyd went up-stairs to change her +dress. She wanted Gay and Leland to stop at The +Locusts for lunch, but Gay refused because she +couldn't go to the table in a veil and under the +circumstances she couldn't go without one. She got +out of the carriage, however, and sat on the porch<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> +while Leland took the old Colonel for a short spin +down the road, to try the new horses.</p> + +<p>"It's been a mighty nice morning," she said. "I +wish Lucy could have been with us. She adores +discovering old places like that and doing unexpected +things. It almost spoiled my good times +thinking of the wistful way she looked after us +when we drove off."</p> + +<p>"But she's married!" exclaimed Lloyd. "I +shouldn't think she'd care for those things in quite +the same way as she did before. I should think +she'd rather stay with her husband."</p> + +<p>"Bosh!" said Gay. "Being married doesn't +change a person's disposition and make tame old +hens out of lively little humming-birds. That's just +what Lucy was, a dear little humming-bird, always +in a flutter of doing and going; and you needn't +tell me that she enjoys poking there at home with +nobody but Jameson, as much as she would enjoy +going out with us and doing things."</p> + +<p>"But he's her husband!" insisted Lloyd, as if +that term covered all that could be desired of human +companionship. Then she hummed meaningly:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'Hand in hand when our life was May,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Hand in hand when our hair is gray!'"</span><br /> +</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span></p> + +<p>Gay shrugged her shoulders impatiently. "Oh, +that Darby and Joan business is all right when your +hair <i>is</i> gray, but Lucy is only a year older than I +am, and Jameson doesn't interest himself in a single +thing that she likes. He's devoted to her, so devoted +he doesn't want her out of his sight; but it's +the kind of devotion that has taught me a lesson. +If ever I tie myself up that way it will not be while +life is May. I'll have a good time first."</p> + +<p>Lloyd had no answer for such heresy. She was +going over in her mind the list of people from whom +she had unconsciously taken her exalted impressions +of married life: her mother and Papa Jack, +the old Colonel and Amanthis, Doctor Shelby and +Aunt Alicia, Rob's father and mother. She felt +that Gay was mistaken. To be sure there were old +Mr. and Mrs. Apwall, who quarrelled like cats and +dogs, but somehow even they had given her the +impression that they enjoyed their little encounters, +and quarrelled to pass the time, rather than because +they bore each other any ill-will. Then she reflected +that these were all people of an older generation +than Lucy, and maybe there was a difference +in the times. Surely Gay must have good reason +for speaking so feelingly. This was not the first +time that she had spoken of Lucy with tears in her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> +eyes, and when she did that, Lloyd, recalling +Mammy Easter's tea-cups, was vaguely glad that +it had been foretold that hers would be empty.</p> + +<p>The old Colonel came back in a few minutes +loud in his praise of the new horses, and to Lloyd's +surprise, in high good humour with their owner. +Evidently Leland had improved his opportunity and +had exerted himself to make friends with the old +Colonel, for to Lloyd's amazement he cordially insisted +on Leland's considering The Locusts a +second home as long as he should be in the Valley, +and to come at any hour he chose. The latch-string +would be out for him.</p> + +<p>"I shall certainly avail myself of the privilege +very soon," he responded, "for to-morrow I have +the honour to begin giving Miss Lloyd lessons in +Spanish. So few young ladies nowadays play the +harp, that when one has the ability she owes it to +the world to learn the Spanish songs. Don't you +think so?"</p> + +<p>Lloyd opened her mouth to protest that she had +not yet given her consent, but closed it again as the +old Colonel began expressing his pleasure at such an +arrangement. She felt trapped. It was to please +him that she had learned to play on her grandmother's +harp. Any reference to it always put him<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> +in a gentle humour. She wanted him to be cordial +and friendly with Leland, and was glad that he was +no longer prejudiced against him, so she held her +peace; but it exasperated her to have her consent +taken for granted in such a high-handed way. He +had ridden over her objection as regardlessly as if +she had never made any.</p> + +<p>She had boasted to herself, "He needn't put on +any of his lordly ways with <i>me!</i>" and here she was +submitting meekly, without a word. It worried her +after they had driven away. All the time she was +up in her room, getting ready for lunch, she kept +thinking about it.</p> + +<p>"I'll just give him to undahstand that it was on +grandfathah's account," she decided finally. "Instead +of my influencing him as Gay expected, it +looks as if <i>he</i> were winding <i>me</i> around his fingah. +But he isn't! He sha'n't! I'll take the lessons, but +I'll have no foolishness about it. I'll surprise him +by sticking strictly to business, and I'll set him a +good example of the way to live up to his own +family motto."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Sherman, who made no objection to the lessons +since the old Colonel approved of them so +heartily, was on the front porch with her embroidery +when Leland came up the next morning, the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> +first of July, to give the first lesson. She smiled +to see how energetically Lloyd threw herself into +it, thinking it was a matter of pride with her to +show him what rapid progress she could make.</p> + +<p>It certainly was a matter of pride with the Colonel, +who enjoyed being waylaid to hear how beautifully +she could count to one hundred or name the +months of the year. It became his habit to take +the book, while, perched on the arm of his chair, +she rattled off the vocabulary for the day's lesson, +and reviewed all the others.</p> + +<p>"That's right! That's right!" he would say +encouragingly. "At this rate you'll soon be ready +for a trip to the Alhambra, and I'm blessed if I +don't take you some of these days. I've always +wanted to go."</p> + +<p>When Kitty came home from the springs Lloyd +insisted on her joining the class, but she declared +she was too far behind to attempt catching up. +Besides she was in charge of affairs at home now, +and Elise was to have a house-party soon. There +were half a dozen good reasons why she could not +take the time. The principal one, which she did +not give however, was that it was plain to be seen +that Leland was more interested in studying Lloyd +than in teaching her a language, and under such<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span> +circumstances, Kitty preferred not to make the +third party.</p> + +<p>So while Kitty's mornings were filled with her +housekeeping duties, Betty's with her writing and +Gay's with her music and plans to keep Lucy occupied, +it gradually came about that Leland spent +more and more of his time at The Locusts. The +lessons lasted only an hour, but after that he usually +found some excuse to stay: there was a new song +that he wanted to hear, or a game of tennis, or a +stroll down to the post-office. Sometimes when +he had no excuse at all he lingered anyhow, lounging +on the shady porch, and talking of anything +that happened to come uppermost. Then at night +he was often there again, either because The Locusts +was the gathering place of the Clan, and a +frolic was afoot, or he went to escort Lloyd and +Betty to the Cabin or The Beeches to some entertainment +the other girls had planned.</p> + +<p>"My oh! What a buttahfly I'm getting to be!" +laughed Lloyd one evening as she went into her +mother's room to have her dress buttoned. "A +hawse-back ride this mawning, a picnic this aftahnoon, +and now the rustic dance in the Mallards' +barn to-night. But nevah mind, little mothah," she +added with a hug, as she caught a wistful look on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> +Mrs. Sherman's face. "It'll all be ovah soon. +This is the last summah of my teens. When I am +old and twenty I'll nevah leave yoah side. 'I'll sit +on a cushion and sew a fine seam' and take all the +housekeeping cares off yoah shouldahs as a dutiful +daughtah should."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Sherman gave her shoulder a caressing pat +as she fastened the last button. "I'm glad to have +you go, dear," she answered, "especially to all the +out-door merry-makings. They keep you young +and well. Papa Jack and I will walk over after +awhile and look on."</p> + +<p>"The Mallard barn dances are always so much +fun," said Lloyd, lingering to give a final touch to +her mother's toilet. "Wait! Yoah side combs are +in too high, and yoah collah isn't pinned straight in +the back. How did you evah manage to dress yoahself +right befoah I grew up to tend to you?"</p> + +<p>As she made the changes with all a young girl's +particularity about trifles, she went on, "That last +one they had three yeahs ago was lovely. Will you +evah forget the way Rob cake-walked with Mrs. +Bisbee? It makes me laugh to this day, whenevah +I think of it."</p> + +<p>"I suppose Rob will hardly be there to-night," +said Mrs. Sherman, smiling as she recalled the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> +ridiculous appearance he had made. His cake-walk +had been the feature of the evening.</p> + +<p>"No, indeed," answered Lloyd. "He's no moah +likely to be there than the man in the moon. I wish +he would though. He used to be the life of everything. +We saw him this evening as we drove home +from the picnic. He had just come out from town, +and he looked so hot and dusty and ti'ahed it made +me feel bad. He's like a strangah now, didn't stop +to speak, only lifted his hat and turned in at the +gate at Oaklea, as if he hadn't gone on a thousand +drives with us. He ought to have been interested +in what we were doing for old times' sake."</p> + +<p>Lloyd had not thought of Rob for days, but she +was reminded of him many times that evening, the +affair at the Mallards' barn was so much like the +one to which he had taken her three years before. +The same old negro fiddlers furnished the music. +The same flickering lantern light made weird shadows +on the rough walls, and the same sweet smell +of new hay filled the place. As the music of the +Virginia reel began she thought of the way Rob +had romped through it that other time, and wished +she could see him once more as jolly and care-free +as he was then.</p> + +<p>"Why can one nevah have two good times exactly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> +alike?" she wondered wistfully. She was +standing near the wide double doors, looking out +across the fields as she thought about it later, recalling +how many things were alike on the two occasions, +even the colour of the dress she wore. She +remembered that because Rob had said she looked +like an apple-blossom, and it was rare indeed for +him to make such complimentary speeches. It +wasn't best for girls to hear nice things about themselves +often, he said. It made them hard to get +along with, too uppity.</p> + +<p>The music stopped and Leland Harcourt came +to find her. She was looking so pensively past the +gay scene that he bent over her, humming in a low +tone:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'What's this dull town to me?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Robin Adair?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">What was 't I wished to see?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">What wished to hear?'"</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>She started with a little laugh, blushing slightly +because he seemed to have read her thoughts. +"Robin Adair" was one of Mrs. Moore's old +names for Rob, and she <i>had</i> been wishing for him.</p> + +<p>Over at Oaklea, Rob sat scowling at a book spread +out before him on the library table. He was thinking +of Harcourt as he had seen him on the front<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> +seat beside Lloyd, in his cool-looking white flannels, +the very embodiment of gentlemanly leisure. No +doubt she noticed the contrast between them, he all +dusty and dishevelled from his day's work and the +trip home on the hot car. Not that he would change +places, not that he regretted for an instant the part +he had to take in the grimy working world. But the +chance encounter had suddenly opened his eyes to +all that he had had to sacrifice for that work. Until +now it had not even left him time to realize how +much he had given up. Now to find this stranger +enjoying all that was once his, stung him to envy. +He smiled grimly as he recognized it as envy. He +had thought himself free from such a childish +trait. But he could not smile away the feeling. It +persisted till it accomplished more than the old +Judge's advice and his mother's pleadings, that all +work and no play was bad for him. Closing his +book he announced his intention of walking over to +The Locusts.</p> + +<p>As he went up the avenue he heard the distant +scraping of fiddles and the rhythmic beating of feet +in the Mallard barn. He had forgotten that it was +the night of the rustic dance.</p> + +<p>He was disappointed at finding no one at home +but the old Colonel. But his welcome was so cordial<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> +that he stayed even longer than he had intended. +The Colonel always had the latest news of every +one, but to-night he had to talk first of the wonderful +progress Lloyd was making in Spanish, and what +a fine fellow that young Harcourt was.</p> + +<p>"Didn't like the chap at all at first," he confided. +"Thought he was too much of a confounded foreigner; +but I'm a big enough man I hope to acknowledge +a mistake, and I own up I was prejudiced."</p> + +<p>When Rob finally rose to start home, the Colonel +would not let him go until he had promised to +come again the next night, when Lloyd and Betty +should be at home. Afterwards he regretted having +made the promise. Although he went early +Harcourt was already there, seemingly as much at +home as if he were a member of the family. It +made Rob feel like a stranger to see this newcomer +usurping the place that he had always filled in the +Sherman household.</p> + +<p>It grated on him also to hear Lloyd saying, "Si, +señor" and "gracias" when she addressed Harcourt, +and grated still more for Harcourt to turn +to her as he did continually with some aside in +Spanish. Never more than a phrase or a word, +and "just for practice," they laughingly explained,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> +but it seemed to emphasize a tie that had drawn +them together, and—Rob's remoteness.</p> + +<p>He left early. Walking slowly down the avenue +he thought of the hundreds of times he had passed +under those old locust-trees on sweet starlighted +summer nights like this. What a goodly company +of old friends they were! The kind that never +change. He looked up, vaguely grateful for the +soft lisping of leaves above him. They seemed to +understand why he was going, why he could not +stay.</p> + +<p>Half-way down the avenue he heard the tinkle +of Lloyd's harp, and then her voice beginning to +sing. The seat beside the measuring tree was just +ahead and he made his way to it, quietly, on tip-toe +almost, that he might lose no note. But it was an +unknown tongue she was singing, a song that +Harcourt had taught her, and Rob could not understand +a word. It was so symbolical of the +change that had come between them that a fierce +impulse seized him to rush back to the house and +throw the interloper out of the window. Then +he smiled bitterly at his own vehemence. What +right had he to be so savage over her friendship? +He was her big brother only, and even that merely +in name, because she had chosen to call him so in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> +those years that they had been such loyal good +chums. It was little and mean and selfish of him to +begrudge her the slightest thing that would give +her pleasure. This man with his fortune, his accomplishments, +his rare social gifts had everything +to offer, while he,—he had not even <i>time</i> to put +at her disposal. Time to find bypaths to happiness +for her—</p> + +<p>The sweet clear voice sang on, the old locusts +rustled softly as the night wind stirred them. Then +the song stopped, and for a long time he sat staring +ahead of him with unseeing eyes. At last he rose, +and taking a step towards the tree beside the bench, +passed his hand over the bark, groping for the +notches he knew were there but could not see.</p> + +<p>He paused at the one a little higher than his +shoulder, and then his fingers found the four leaf +clover he had carved beside it, the last time Lloyd +had stood up to be measured. He could almost see +her standing there again like Elaine, the lily-maid, +fair-haired and smiling while he repeated the charm +of the four leaf clover:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'Love be true to her—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Joy draw near to her—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Fortune find what your</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Gifts can do for her—'"</span><br /> +</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span></p> + +<p>He had forgotten how the lines went but it made +no difference. Anyhow they voiced what had +always been his dearest wish for her, and standing +there in the dark he vowed savagely that any man +who stood in the way of the old charm's coming +true, should have him to reckon with.</p> + +<p>When he swung off down the path, taking the +short cut to Oaklea, his hat was pulled grimly down +over his eyes, and his mouth was set in a firm hard +line. He did not open his books again that night. +Lying on the couch by his open window, he watched +the lights at The Locusts shining through the trees, +till the last one went out, and he knew that Harcourt +had gone.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>"SHADOWS OF THE WORLD APPEAR"</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> long July days slipped by, and Lloyd, looking +back on them as Hildegarde looked into her +magic glass, saw only pleasant scenes mirrored in +their memory. The fortunate things, the smiling +faces, the pleasant happenings were hers, and for +a time even other people's troubles, those shadows +of the world that are always with us, left her daily +outlook undimmed.</p> + +<p>Like Hildegarde, too, she went on with her +weaving, but wholly unconscious that the shuttle +of her thoughts was shaping her web to fit the +shoulders of the dark-eyed knight who came oftenest. +Mrs. Sherman saw it and was troubled.</p> + +<p>"Jack," she said to her husband one afternoon, +when he had come out from town earlier than +usual, and they were wandering around the shady +grounds together, planning some improvements, +"I'm afraid those Spanish lessons are a mistake.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> +Lloyd is seeing entirely too much of Mr. Harcourt. +He is here morning, noon and night."</p> + +<p>Mr. Sherman gave a quick glance towards the +tennis court where the two were finishing a lively +game. "Don't you worry, Elizabeth," was his +placid answer. "It isn't as if she'd never been +used to such devotion. She's never known anything +else. Malcolm and Keith used to spend fully +as much time with her, and Rob Moore fairly lived +over here."</p> + +<p>"Yes, but this is different," protested Mrs. Sherman. +"They were mere boys, and she dominated +them, but Leland Harcourt is a man, and an experienced +one socially, and he is dominating her. I can +see it in her quick deference to his opinions, and +her evident desire to please him. Not evident to +him, perhaps, but plain enough to me. I've been +thinking that it might be a good thing for us to +go to the springs for awhile or to the sea-shore or +some place where she'd meet other people. In a +quiet little country place like this a man like Leland +Harcourt looms up big on a young girl's horizon; +a girl just out of school, eager for new interests. +It isn't wise in us to allow her to be restricted just +to his society, when we could so easily give her the +safe-guard of contrasts."</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mr. Sherman looked down at his wife with an +indulgent smile.</p> + +<p>"Don't you worry," he repeated. "Lloyd will +do a lot of romantic day-dreaming probably, but +she has my 'yard-stick' and I have her promise."</p> + +<p>"But Jack, I verily believe the child thinks he +measures up to all your requirements. And really +there is nothing one can urge against his character. +It's more a matter of temperament. I am sure +she couldn't be happy with him. She's just at the +romantic age now to be very much impressed with +that kind of a man. If she were older she would +see his shallowness—his lack of purpose, his intense +selfishness. I don't think that we ought to +shut our eyes to the possible outcome of this constant +companionship we are allowing."</p> + +<p>"Well," he answered hesitatingly, slow to acknowledge +his wife's distrust of Lloyd's judgment, +yet quick to see the wisdom of her point of view. +"Maybe you are right. But," he added wistfully, +"I had hoped to keep her home this summer. She +has been away at school so long—and she'll be +in town so much next winter if she makes her +début. Wait till I have had a talk with her before +you plan any trips."</p> + +<p>"But don't you see," urged Mrs. Sherman, "it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> +is something too intangible to discuss. To speak +to her about it now, to make any opposition to him +at all, may quicken her interest in him and make her +champion his cause. That would be fatal, and yet +it's just as dangerous to wait. Love at that age +is like a fog. It comes creeping up so gradually +that you don't realize what is enveloping you, till +you're completely lost in it, and all the rest of the +world shut out."</p> + +<p>"You speak from experience?" he said teasingly.</p> + +<p>"You know very well," she confessed laughingly, +"what a befogged state <i>I</i> was in. All papa's +breathing out of 'threatening and slaughter' didn't +make the slightest difference. I was blind and deaf +to everything but you. And I'd want Lloyd to be +the same," she added hastily, "if you were as unreasonable +as papa was then. But the circumstances +are too different to be compared. I'm simply warning +you that the Little Colonel's name was not +lightly given. She has not only all my determination +in her makeup, but her grandfather's as well."</p> + +<p>Here the gardener met them, and the conversation +dropped. The next half hour was spent in +consultation over some changes to be made in the +conservatory.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span></p> + +<p>When they went back to the house Leland Harcourt +had gone, and Lloyd was just stepping into +Doctor Shelby's buggy, which was drawn up in +front of the house. The old doctor waited for them +to come within hearing distance before he leaned +out and called:</p> + +<p>"I'm just borrowing the Little Colonel for +awhile. There's a case over at Rollington that +needs the attention of her King's Daughters Circle, +and I'm taking her over to investigate it. We'll +be home before dark."</p> + +<p>"All right," called Mr. Sherman, waving his hat +as Lloyd looked back at them with a smile and a +flutter of her handkerchief. During the winter +that Lloyd had joined the Circle, and in the summer +vacations following, it had been a matter of +frequent occurrence for the old doctor to take her +with him on such errands. Remembering how interested +Lloyd had become in many of the cases, +Mrs. Sherman breathed a sigh of thankfulness, +hoping that this might prove to be one that would +enlist her sympathies and occupy so much of her +time that it would make a serious break in the +Spanish lessons.</p> + +<p>It had been a happy afternoon for Lloyd. If +she had stopped and tried to recall what made it so,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span> +she could not have mentioned any particular thing. +To be young and well and filled with the same glow +that made the summer day a joy was enough, but +to feel that some one whose opinion she valued +very much found her charming, and said so with +every glance of his dark eyes, was more than +enough. It made her cup of happiness complete +and brimmed it over.</p> + +<p>The doctor was pouring out a tale of somebody's +woes, but the trace of a smile lingered on her lips +as she made a polite attempt to listen. She could +not quite shut out the thought of that last game +of tennis, and the trivial pleasantries that had gone +to make up the sum of her great content. There +was a dreamy, far-away look in her eyes as she +listened. The Spanish serenade that Leland Harcourt +had sung before he left kept repeating itself +over and over, a sort of undercurrent to what the +doctor was saying. She beat time to it with her +finger-tips on the side of the buggy. Once it rose +so insistently that she lost what the doctor was +saying, and came to herself with a start when a +familiar name arrested her attention.</p> + +<p>"Ned Bannon's wife!" she repeated in astonishment. +"You suahly can't mean that it's Ida Shane<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> +who's sick ovah in that tumbledown cottage of the +McCarty's!"</p> + +<p>"I surely do," he answered. "She didn't want +to come back to this part of the country, goodness +knows. She remembers what a commotion it +raised when she eloped from the Seminary with +Ned, five years ago. But Ned has scarcely drawn +a sober breath for the last year. She's sure of getting +needlework here, and with little Wardo to +consider there was nothing for her to do but put +her pride in her pocket and come."</p> + +<p>"Little Wardo!" breathed Lloyd wonderingly. +The ride seemed full of surprises.</p> + +<p>"Yes, she has a little son about four years old, +I judge. And it is on his account that I have +asked the help of the King's Daughters. He'll +have to be taken away from her till she's better, +for she is morbidly sensitive about keeping Ned's +failings from him. She has never allowed him to +find out that his father is a drunkard. She makes +a hero of him to the little fellow. Seems to think +that he'll blame her for giving him such a father +by marrying a man whom she had been warned +would bring her nothing but trouble and disgrace. +She's desperately ill, and of course in her weak<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> +condition she magnifies the matter. It has become +a mania with her."</p> + +<p>"Poah Violet!" exclaimed Lloyd in distress, +her thoughts flying back to the scene in the school +orchard five years ago, when watching the glimmer +of the pearl on Ida's white hand in the moonlight +she had been thrilled by her whisper: "He says +that's what my life means to him—a pearl; and +that my influence can make him the man I want +him to be. Oh, Princess! I'd give my life to keep +him straight!"</p> + +<p>Not even an echo of the serenade was in her +memory now. Her knowledge of Ida's nearness +seemed to bring her old school-friend actually before +her: the faint odour of violets, the shy glance +of her appealing violet eyes under the long lashes, +the bewitching dimple at the corner of her mouth, +the flash of her rings, the sweep of her long skirts, +the soft hair gleaming under the big-plumed picture +hat, more than all the air of romance and mystery +that surrounded her because of the pearl and the +secret engagement to her "Edwardo."</p> + +<p>"I hadn't intended for her to see you," said the +doctor, when her exclamations and questions revealed +to him the intimacy that had once existed +between them. "But under the circumstances it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> +will be the best thing I can do. I'll go in first and +prepare her for the meeting, however. She thinks +she hasn't a friend left on earth, on account of her +unhappy marriage. Everybody warned her against +it."</p> + +<p>The front door stood open, and Lloyd sat down +on the broken step to wait. It seemed impossible +that she was going to find Ida, the embodiment of +daintiness and refinement, in this dilapidated old +place. The whitewash had long ago dropped in +scales from the rough walls. The window-panes +were broken, the shutters sagging, half the pickets +off the fence. Not a spear of grass ventured up +in the barren yard, where a rank unpruned peach-tree +struggled for its life in the baked earth. The +house stood so near the road that the thick summer +dust rolled in suffocatingly whenever a vehicle +passed.</p> + +<p>"How can people exist in such an awful desolate, +forsaken spot?" she wondered, looking around with +a shudder of disgust. That Ida, dainty beauty-loving +Ida, who scorned everything that was common +and coarse, should be lying inside in that dark room +was more than she could believe.</p> + +<p>A wagon rattled by, and she put her handkerchief +up to her face, stifled by the cloud of dust<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span> +that rose in its wake. When she ventured to take +it down again and draw a long breath, a chubby, +barefooted child was standing in the path in front +of her, regarding her curiously. The wagon made +so much noise that she had not heard his bare feet +pattering around the house. She gave a little start +of surprise, then smiled at him, for he was an attractive +little fellow, despite the fact that his face +was smeared with the remains of the bread and +jam he had just been enjoying at one of the neighbours, +and his gingham apron was in rags. He +had caught it on the barb wire fence as he climbed +through.</p> + +<p>As he smiled back at her shyly from under his +long lashes, Lloyd's interest quickened, for there +was no mistaking the likeness of those violet eyes +and the dimple that came at the corner of his cupid's +bow of a mouth. They were so like Ida's that she +smiled and said confidently, "You're Wardo. +Aren't you!"</p> + +<p>He nodded gravely, then after another long +silent scrutiny, turned away to pour the sand out +of the old tin can he was carrying, in a pile under +the peach-tree. If it had not been for the jam and +the dirt Lloyd would have caught him up and +kissed him, he was such a dear little thing, with a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> +thatch of short golden curls. But her fastidious +dislike of touching anything dirty made her draw +back. It was well for the furtherance of their acquaintance +that she did so. He was not accustomed +to caresses from strangers. He accepted her presence +on the door-step without question, and presently, +as the moments passed and she made no movement +towards him, he went up to her with friendly +curiosity.</p> + +<p>"Is you got a sand-pile to your house?" he +asked.</p> + +<p>"No," she confessed, feeling that he would consider +her lacking on that account and that she must +hasten to mention other attractions. "But I have +a red and green bird that can talk, and a little +black pony named 'Tarbaby.' It's so little that +there's nobody at my house now small enough to +ride it. So it stays all day long in the field and +eats grass."</p> + +<p>"I'm little enough to ride it," he began confidently.</p> + +<p>Just then the doctor came out, and she sprang +up, her heart throbbing. "I'm going now for the +nurse," he said in a low tone. "She's due on the +next train. Keep her as quiet as possible. Of +course you'll have to let her free her mind, but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span> +promise her almost anything to soothe her. I'll +be back in quarter of an hour."</p> + +<p>Frightened at being left alone with such a weight +of responsibility thrust upon her, Lloyd tiptoed +into the house. In the dim light she almost stumbled +over the cot on which Ned Bannon lay in a +drunken stupor, and her first glance at the bed beyond +made her draw back in dismay. She never +would have recognized the white face on the pillow +as Ida's, had it not been for the appealing eyes +turned towards her.</p> + +<p>Five years of poverty and illness and neglect had +changed the pretty little school-girl into a faded, +care-worn woman. She had been crying ever since +she was taken sick, and now was so weak and +hysterical that she caught at Lloyd with a cry, and +clung to her sobbing.</p> + +<p>"Oh, it kills me to have you find me this way!" +she gasped, "when I've tried so long to hide what +we've come to. But I'm glad you've come, for the +baby's sake! Oh, Lloyd, what's going to become of +my little Wardo!"</p> + +<p>It was several minutes before she could talk coherently, +and then she began to sob out the story +of her married life, her miserable failure to reform +Ned. Lloyd tried to stop her presently, thinking<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> +she was becoming delirious, but she might as well +have tried to stop a high tide.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I have been so proud!" she sobbed. "I +couldn't tell anybody. I couldn't tell you now if +I wasn't afraid that I might die, like that poor +woman across the street last night. She's left five +little children. But I can't leave my little Wardo +like that!" she broke out desperately. "I <i>know</i> he +has inherited Ned's awful appetite. I must stay +and help him fight it, <i>for it's all my fault</i>. I gave +him such a father. A father that he can never be +proud of! A father that will be only a disgrace +to him! Oh, why didn't somebody warn me that +it was not only a husband I was choosing but my +little Wardo's father! Nobody ever told me <i>that</i>, +and I was so young I never thought of any one but +myself. And now the poor little innocent soul will +have to suffer for it all his life long!"</p> + +<p>She was throwing herself about so wildly that +Lloyd was frightened, and rose from her chair to +call one of the neighbours. But she could not break +away. Ida caught at her dress and held her fast +in her frenzied clasp.</p> + +<p>"But I tell you I won't let him grow up to be +like that!" she cried with her eyes glaring wildly +at the drunken man on the cot across the room.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> +"I'll kill him with my own hands first, while he +is little and good. God would understand, wouldn't +he? He couldn't blame me for trying to save my +baby! But if he did I'd have to do it anyway. I'd +have to do it and take the punishment. I can't have +my little Wardo grow up to be like <i>that</i>."</p> + +<p>The sound of his name brought the child to the +door. He came pattering in, and climbing up on +the bed beside his mother, stroked her face with his +dirty little dimpled hand. The soft touch quieted +Ida in an instant, and with an effort to speak calmly +she looked up at Lloyd.</p> + +<p>"The doctor said the baby must go away for +awhile, for fear of the fever. But I can't give him +up to just anybody, Lloyd. The neighbours have +been good and kind, but I'm afraid he might find +out from some of the children about Ned—you +know. But with you—Oh, Lloyd, would it be +asking too much if—"</p> + +<p>She stopped with her question half uttered, but +the imploring look in her eyes was a prayer that +Lloyd could not resist, and she held out her +arms toward the little figure cuddled up on the +bed.</p> + +<p>"I'll take him till you're better," she promised +impulsively.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span></p> + +<p>The tears welled up in Ida's eyes again. She was +so weak the least thing started them.</p> + +<p>"He's never been away from me a single night +in his life," she said brokenly. "I couldn't give +him up to anybody but you." Then seeing the +frightened look that crept into the child's face as +he listened to the conversation which he but half +understood, she wiped her eyes and smiled at him +tremulously.</p> + +<p>"Dear little son, you want to help mother get +well, don't you, lamb? Then go with mother's +dearest friend for awhile. She'll take care of you +while the good doctor makes me well. And she'll +tell you stories and make you have such a happy +time."</p> + +<p>"And let you ride on the black pony," broke in +Lloyd eagerly, anxious to clear away the troubled +pucker on the child's face that came at mention of +a separation.</p> + +<p>"An' hear the wed and gween bird talk!" he +added himself, his face lighting up at the thought. +Then he laid his plump little hand on Ida's hot +cheek to compel her attention. It was a gesture +she loved, and she kissed his fingers passionately +as he said with an eager voice, "She has a bird<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> +that can talk, muv'ah. I'll go and hear what it +says an' n'en I'll come back an' tell you."</p> + +<p>Evidently his idea of separation was based on +the length of the neighbourhood visits he had made, +and he accepted Lloyd's invitation willingly, expecting +a speedy return.</p> + +<p>"Let's go wite away, Dea'st Fwend," he exclaimed, +wriggling down off the bed. "I'll get +my hat."</p> + +<p>If anything had been needed to complete Lloyd's +surrender to the little fellow's charms, it was the +sweet way in which he gave her the title "Dearest +Friend." That was what his mother had called +her, and he thought it was her name. She caught +him up and kissed him, despite the jam streaks and +the dirt.</p> + +<p>"Come on and have yoah face washed and yoah +curls brushed, so we'll be all ready when the buggy +comes back," she said, hurrying to make him presentable +before his mood could change.</p> + +<p>As she gathered his clothes together and packed +them for the short journey in a dress box which +she found under the bed, it made an ache grip +her throat to see how Ida had thrown the shield +of her mother-love around him in every way possible. +There was no mark of poverty here. She<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> +had cut up her own clothes, relics of a happier time, +to make the little linen suits that were so pretty +and becoming. No child in the Valley was better +clad, or looked so much like a little aristocrat, as +long as she was able to give him her daily attention.</p> + +<p>He was so accustomed to being washed and +brushed and dressed that he made no objection to +what most children of that age consider an unnecessary +process, and when Lloyd went about it with +unpractised fingers, he gravely corrected her mistakes, +and laughed when she made a play of the +buttonholes being hungry mouths, that swallowed +the buttons in a hurry. Never in her life had she +exerted herself so much to be entertaining, for she +wanted to take him away without a scene. She +wanted, too, for him to look his best, that he might +win his own way at The Locusts. She thought +with a trifle of uneasiness that her impulsive act +might not meet her family's entire approval.</p> + +<p>Ida's separation from him was a painful one, +for she realized her condition, and knew that it was +possible that this might be her last sight of him. +As Lloyd turned away with her parting cry ringing +in her ears, "Oh, be good to him! Be good to +him!" a great tenderness sprang up in her heart +for the child who put his hand in hers so trustingly,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> +and trotted away beside her obediently at his mother's +bidding. At the cot he stopped to clamber up +and kiss the red face, burrowed down in the pillows +in a sodden sleep. "My poor farvah's sick +too," he explained looking up at her, as if bespeaking +sympathy for him also.</p> + +<p>Once in the buggy, while they waited for the +doctor to unfasten the hitch-rein, he reached up +and put his hand on her cheek in his baby fashion +to ask her a question. The touch brought the tears +to her eyes, it was so confiding, and she was still +so shaken by the scene she had just witnessed. In +a great throb of tenderness for the helpless little +body given over to her care, she drew him closer, +with a hasty kiss on the top of his curly head.</p> + +<p>"Dea'st Fwend," he said, smiling up at her as +if he understood the reason of her sudden caress. +Then he cuddled his head against her shoulder in +a satisfied way, saying, "Tell me again what the +wed and gween bird says."</p> + +<p>As they drove in at the entrance gate to The +Locusts, Lloyd recalled an experience she had not +thought of in years; an autumn day, when only a +baby herself, not yet six, she had been left to make +her way alone up this same avenue. She had never +spent a night away from her mother, and she was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> +to stay a week alone with her grandfather, who did +not know how to sing her to sleep and kiss her eye-lids +down so she wouldn't be afraid of the black +shadows in the corners. Here by this very gate +she had stood, assailed by such a great ache of +loneliness and homesickness that she was sure she +would die if she had to endure it another moment. +And there was the spot where, rustling around in +the dead leaves, Fritz had found the little gray +glove her mother had dropped when she stooped +to kiss her good-bye.</p> + +<p>As she remembered how she had carried that +glove, all week, rolled up in a little wad in her +pocket, to help her to be good and not to cry, she +resolved that Wardo should not have the same experience +if any effort of hers could prevent it. She +would devote her time to him night and day and +keep him so happily employed, there would be no +time for "the sorry feelin's" that had been her +childish undoing. There was no care or accustomed +tenderness he should miss.</p> + +<p>It was nearly dark when she reached home, and +so afraid was she that the nightfall itself would +make Wardo homesick, that she began to provide +for his entertainment even before she made any +explanation to her astonished family.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 379px;"> +<img src="images/i005.jpg" width="379" height="475" alt="feeding the bird" /> +<span class="caption">"FOR ONCE THE RED AND GREEN BIRD WAS ON ITS GOOD BEHAVIOUR."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Oh, Papa Jack," she called. "Please find the +parrot right away for Wardo to see, then I'll +explain everything."</p> + +<p>For once the red and green bird was on its good +behaviour, and began to show off as soon as it was +brought to the front. While Wardo watched it, +wide-eyed and absorbed, Lloyd gave an excited +and tearful account of her visit to Ida. The old +Colonel said something about the fever and the +danger of infection, but when she had finished her +story nobody else had the heart to show displeasure +at what she had done.</p> + +<p>"And I won't let him be a trouble to anybody!" +she added. "I'll take care of him every bit myself, +and keep him out of the way."</p> + +<p>As Mrs. Sherman watched her leading the child +up-stairs, talking to him at every step to keep his +thoughts diverted from home, and then heard her +giving orders to Walker about her old high chair +and little white crib to be brought down from the +attic, she turned to Mr. Sherman with a sigh of +relief.</p> + +<p>"She's found her own antidote for the Spanish +lessons, Jack. We won't have to go away to the +springs or the mountains now, I'm sure."</p> +<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span></p> + + + +<h2>CHAPTER IX</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>MORE SHADOWS</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">From</span> that first night, Wardo had the entire +household at his feet. Lloyd scarcely touched her +own dinner in her anxiety to anticipate his wants. +He was very near tears sometimes, when his furtive +glances around the table showed only strange faces, +but he was "a game little chap" as the Colonel +said, and "a credit to whoever had taught him his +manners."</p> + +<p>He could not be induced to speak save in whispers, +when Lloyd put a protecting arm around the +high chair where he sat, and with an indulgent +smile leaned over with her ear almost touching his +lips. Before the dinner was over he fell asleep, +worn out by the unusual excitement of the day, his +curly head laid confidingly on "Dea'st Fwend's" +shoulder.</p> + +<p>"Sh!" whispered Lloyd warningly to the coloured +man who came in to change the plates for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> +dessert. "Wait a minute. Carry him up-stairs +first, please, Papa Jack. If I can get him undressed +without waking him he'll miss one homesick crying +spell anyhow."</p> + +<p>Leland Harcourt came just as she had accomplished +the task, and Betty tiptoed into the room +to tell her. Lloyd looked down at the little white-gowned +figure in the crib, and shook her head as it +stirred restlessly. "I'll stay with him," offered +Betty.</p> + +<p>"No, I must wait till I'm suah he's sound asleep. +You explain to Mistah Harcourt, please, and I'll +come down aftah awhile. Oh, Betty! Isn't he a +darling? It's going to be moah fun taking care of +him than dressing dolls used to be!"</p> + +<p>It wasn't so much fun next morning, however, +when he cried to be taken to his mother. Every +sob that shook the little shoulders tore Lloyd's heart +also, for remembering the violence of her own +childish grieving, she put herself into Wardo's place +so completely that she cried too. Then everybody +in the house rose to the occasion. Papa Jack +brought out Tarbaby, and walked him up and +down the avenue as long as Wardo was pleased to +sit in the saddle. Mrs. Sherman took him to the +stables to see half a dozen gray kittens that had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> +made their home in the hay, and Walker carried +him pick-a-back to look at the calves.</p> + +<p>After that the old Colonel unsheathed his sword +and got out his spurs, and started to tell the bloodiest +battle tales he knew, and when they did not +meet with the approval he expected, he actually invented +a game of bear, which they played in his den. +They played it till Wardo began shrieking with +thrills of real fear at the fearsome growling and +the big fur gloves thrust at him from behind the +leather couch. He grew so nervous and excited +that the Colonel was at a loss to know how to calm +the whirlwind he had unintentionally stirred up.</p> + +<p>It was Betty who came to the rescue. She led +him down to the orchard, and taking him on her +lap in the old swing, swung him so high up into the +top of the apple-tree that they could look over and +see the eggs in a blue-bird's nest. Then little by +little she stopped their swinging, till presently they +were swaying very gently back and forth near the +ground, and she had charmed him into quietness +with one of the old tales that she used to tell Davy, +about the elves who live in the buttercups and ride +far miles on the bumblebees.</p> + +<p>Glancing up towards the house, she saw Leland +Harcourt mounting the steps. It was the hour for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> +Lloyd's lesson. So although she had intended to +spend the morning outlining a magazine story which +she had in mind, she took a fresh grip on the swing +rope, and began another tale.</p> + +<p>That was the way Wardo's entertainment went +on for the next few days. He was not allowed an +idle moment in which to think of going home. So +what with all these amusements and the novelty of +constant attention from his elders, it was not long +before he developed into a veritable little tyrant, +demanding attention every moment of his waking +hours. But when her unremitting service grew irksome +Lloyd had only to think of Ida, tossing helpless +and delirious at the mercy of the wasting fever. +Her daily visits to the cottage kept her in full realization +of the seriousness of the case, and a deeper +feeling of tenderness swept over her whenever she +came back to Wardo after one of these visits, for +each time she knew that the dreaded crisis was +nearer, and she could not bear to think of his being +left motherless.</p> + +<p>"It will just kill him!" she thought with tears +in her eyes, as she watched the pitiful quivering of +his mouth and the manly attempt to choke back his +sobs, whenever Ida's name was mentioned. So to +make sure that he was happily employed she took<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> +him wherever she went, except on that one short +drive which she made daily to Rollington. When +she and Betty spent the day at The Beeches or the +Cabin, he was one of the party. When Miss Marks +had another expedition to finish her Garden Fancies, +he was included in the group, and a charming picture +he made, as with a butterfly net in his hand, he +stooped to point to the figures on the old sun-dial, +that marked the flight of the happy summer.</p> + +<p>It was from this expedition that they drove back +one evening in the early August twilight. He had +been asleep most of the way home, but roused up +as the carriage turned in at the gate. Betty, leaning +forward in her seat, drew a long breath.</p> + +<p>"Oh, smell the lilies!" she exclaimed, looking +across the lawn to where they stood, like tall white +ghosts in the twilight. "How heavenly sweet! +Such a delicious ending to such a nice day. Do +you know, Lloyd, I've been feeling all the way home +as if I were going to hear from my book to-night. +The publishers have had plenty of time to read it +since I sent it. I feel it in my bones that there'll be +a letter waiting for me."</p> + +<p>"<i>How</i> do you feel fings wif your bones, Betty?" +asked Wardo, sleepily raising his curly head from +Lloyd's shoulder.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, I couldn't make you understand," she answered. +"It's just a sort of happy flutter all +through you that tells you something nice is going +to happen."</p> + +<p>"What's flutter?" asked the tireless questioner, +but Betty paid no heed. The carriage had reached +the steps, and with a spring she was out, calling +eagerly as she stepped into the broad path of light +streaming across the porch from the hall door, +"Any mail for me, godmother?"</p> + +<p>"Nothing but a package," answered Mrs. Sherman, +coming out to meet them. "And it will keep. +Better run on in and eat your dinner first. Cindy +has been keeping it hot for you all."</p> + +<p>But Betty could not wait. As she darted into +the hall Mrs. Sherman turned to Lloyd, who was +half dragging, half lifting the sleepy Wardo up the +steps.</p> + +<p>"Poor little girl," she said in a low tone. "I +wanted to put off her disappointment as long as +possible, and not spoil her happy day with such an +ending. Her manuscript has come back from the +publishers."</p> + +<p>"Oh, mothah!" exclaimed Lloyd in distress. +"You don't mean that they've refused it! They +suahly couldn't have done <i>that!</i> Maybe they've<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> +just sent it back for her to make some changes +in it."</p> + +<p>Betty's voice in the door stopped her. As long +as she lived, Lloyd never again smelled the odour +of August lilies when they were heavy with dew, +that she did not see the tragic misery of Betty's +white face as it appeared that moment in the light +of the hall lamp.</p> + +<p>"They've sent it back, godmother," she said in +a low even tone. "It wasn't good enough. It's +all a miserable mistake to think that I can write, +for I put the very best of myself into this and it +is a failure."</p> + +<p>"No! No!" began Lloyd, but Betty would not +wait for any attempted comfort. "I don't want any +dinner," she said, then with her mouth twitching +piteously as she fought back the tears, she ran up-stairs, +and they heard the door close and the key +turn in the lock.</p> + +<p>Nobody ever knew what went on behind that +locked door, for Betty was as quiet in her griefs +as she was in her joy and made no audible moan. +She threw herself across the foot of the bed and lay +there staring out of the window in the hopelessness +of utter defeat. The katydids shrilling in the Locusts +seemed to fill the night with an unbearable<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span> +discord. She put her hands over her ears to shut +out the hateful sound. It seemed to her that nothing +mattered any more. As she slowly recalled all +her months of painstaking work, the keen pleasure +that each hour of it had afforded her was turned +into bitterness by the thought that it had proved +a failure.</p> + +<p>Only once before had she felt such hopelessness. +That was at the first house-party, when she thought +she was doomed to be blind. They had brought her +the newspaper containing her first published poem. +It was called "Night," and as they guided her finger +over the page that it might rest proudly on the +place where her name was printed, she had faltered, +"It's going to be such a long night, and there are +no stars in this one!"</p> + +<p>Now the outlook seemed even more hopeless, +bereft of the star of her great hope. The ambition +to be an author had been a part of her so long, that +it seemed even more indispensable than her eye-sight.</p> + +<p>The slow hot tears began to drop down on her +pillow after awhile, tears of mortification as well as +disappointment. The girls would have to know. +She had been foolish to make such a parade of her +attempt. She should have waited. But then she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> +had been so <i>sure</i> that her story was a good one. +That was the hardest part to bear, that she had been +so mistaken. It would have been easier, she thought +bitterly, if her rebuffs had come earlier; if some of +her first contributions had been returned. But the +way had been made so easy for her. Her very +first poems had been accepted, printed, praised. +Everybody had predicted success, everybody expected +great things of her, even old Bishop Chartley. +The girls at school had openly proclaimed her +as a genius, the teachers had praised every effort +and urged her to greater, the whole Valley looked +upon her as one set apart by a special gift.</p> + +<p>Was it any wonder, she asked herself, that she +had come to believe in her own ability. It was as +if she had been urged down a flowery path by each +one she met, to find that every guide was mistaken, +and that the way they pointed out ended in a dismal +slough of disappointment.</p> + +<p>Presently she heard Wardo's little feet on the +stairs, pattering up to bed, and his voice raised in +his ceaseless questioning; then a little later Lloyd's +voice singing him to sleep. After that there was the +sound below of people coming and going, Leland +Harcourt's laugh and the scrape of wheels on the +gravelled drive.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span></p> + +<p>She felt a dull throb of gratitude that the family +left her alone.</p> + +<p>A long time after she heard the closing and locking +of doors, and then steps again on the stairs. +Some one stopped outside her door.</p> + +<p>"Good-night, Betty deah."</p> + +<p>"Good-night," she answered in a voice which +she tried to keep steady, but there was a sob in it, +and divining that the kindest thing would be not +to notice it, Lloyd choked back the word of sympathy +she longed to speak, and went on to her room.</p> + +<p>Nearly an hour after Betty got up, and lighting +her lamp, sat down at the desk where the rejected +manuscript lay. Turning it over listlessly, she read +a paragraph here and there, trying to see it through +the eyes of the publisher who had returned it. If +he had sent merely a printed notice of refusal, such +as she had been told was customary, stating impersonally +that it was returned with regret because +unavailable, she would have started it off again at +daybreak to another place, knowing that what does +not fill the special need of one firm may be seized +with alacrity by another. But this man had taken +the trouble to explain why it was unavailable.</p> + +<p>Now, in the light of that explanation, she wondered +with burning cheeks how she could have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span> +thought for one instant that it was good. She could +see, herself, that it was crude and childish and ineffectual; +not the style in which it was written. +Betty was sure of her ability there. She was as +conscious that her diction and composition measured +up to the best standards, as an athlete is conscious +of his strength. It was her view-point of +life that had amused the great publisher. He hadn't +ridiculed it in words, but she felt his covert smile +at her schoolgirl attempt to deal with the world's +big problems, and the knowledge that he had been +amused cut her like a knife.</p> + +<p>Pushing the package aside, she took out the last +volume of her diary, and from force of habit made +an entry, the record of the return of her manuscript. +"It has come back to me, the little bark that the +girls launched so gaily, with ceremony and good +wishes. It has come back a shipwreck! It was +almost easier to face blindness than it is to face this +failure. How can I give up this hope that has +grown with my growth till it means more than +everything else in the world to me? How can I live +all the rest of my life without it? Somehow for +years I have felt that the Lord wanted me to write. +The feeling was like the King's call to Edryn, and +I have gone on answering it as he did:</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span></p> + +<div class='poem'> +<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">"'Oh list!</span><br /> +Thou heart and hand of mine, keep tryst,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Keep tryst or die!'</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Of course it would be folly for me to go on now, +when it has been proved beyond all doubt that I am +not able to keep the great tryst worthily, and yet—life +seems so empty with this one high hope and +purpose taken out of it, that I am not brave enough +to face it cheerfully."</p> + +<p>It had long been a habit of Betty's, formed in +the early days at the Cuckoo's Nest, to comfort herself +when things went wrong by imagining how +much worse they might have been. Now there was +a drop of consolation in the fact that she had never +displayed her pride in her book to any but the +girls. It had been a temptation to show it to her +godmother and Papa Jack and the Colonel, especially +after the girls had applauded it so enthusiastically; +but the wish for them to see it at its best +had made her withhold it in its manuscript form. +The climax of her triumph was to be when she +placed in their hands a real, full-fledged book. +Their criticism might have spared her the humiliation +of a rejected manuscript, but she acknowledged +to herself that it was easier to have the sentence<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> +passed on it by a stranger than by the three whose +opinion she valued most.</p> + +<p>Tiptoeing noiselessly around the room in order +not to disturb any one at that late hour, she undressed +slowly, and creeping into bed sobbed herself +to sleep. Betty had always been a sensible little +soul, taking her small troubles like a philosopher, +and next morning, when she was awakened by the +first bird-calls and lay watching the light creep up +the wall, the old childish habit of thought asserted +itself, bringing an unexpected balm to her sore +heart. She had always loved allegories. At the +Cuckoo's Nest she had helped herself over all the +rough places in her road by imagining that she +was Christian in "Pilgrim's Progress," and that no +matter how hard a time she was having then, the +House Beautiful and the Delectable Mountains and +the City of the Shining Ones lay just ahead.</p> + +<p>Now in her greater trouble it was the allegory +of Edryn that brought comfort, because he, too, had +heard the King's call and striven to keep tryst, and +she remembered that when he knelt to receive his +knighthood, something else besides pearls and diamonds +flashed on his vestment above his heart, to +form the letters "semper fidelis."</p> + +<p>"<i>An amethyst glowed on his breast in purple</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> +<i>splendour to mark his patient meeting with Defeat!</i>"</p> + +<p>"Maybe without that amethyst he couldn't have +spelled all the motto perfectly," thought Betty. She +sat up in bed, her face alight with the inspiration +of the thought. She had met defeat and she had +fallen into a grievous Dungeon of Disappointment, +but she needn't stay in it. She sprang out of bed +echoing Edryn's words: "Full well I know that +Heaven always finds a way to help the man who +helps himself, and even dungeon walls must harbour +help for him who boldly grasps the first thing that +he sees and makes it serve him!"</p> + +<p>It was a brave way to begin the day, and it carried +her over the first part of it so cheerfully that +Mrs. Sherman began to think that she had overestimated +Betty's disappointment. It surely could +not have been as overwhelming as she imagined. +She did not know how many times that day Betty's +courage failed her. Edryn's high-sounding words +seemed like a hollow mockery and she brooded over +the failure till she began to grow morbid and ultra-sensitive.</p> + +<p>Late that afternoon Mrs. Sherman met her in the +back hall with the manuscript in her hands. She +was on her way to put it in the kitchen stove.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> +Promptly rescuing it, Mrs. Sherman finally obtained +her reluctant consent to let her read it.</p> + +<p>"It is your right," said Betty bitterly, "no matter +how much it humiliates me. You have done +everything for me, lavished everything on me as if +I were really your daughter, and I have disappointed +you at every turn. I couldn't be the brilliant social +success you hoped for, it was useless to try. And +I couldn't be the success in literature you had a +right to expect, though I did try that with all my +soul, mind and strength. I've been thinking about +it all day, and I made up my mind at last, that I'd +burn up that miserable story that I wasted so many +months on, and then I'd go to you and tell you that +under the circumstances it would be better for me +to go away, and not be an expense to you any +longer. As long as there was a prospect of my +amounting to something some day that would make +you proud of me, that would repay you in part for +all you've done, I didn't mind deepening my obligation +to you, but <i>now</i>—"</p> + +<p>She turned to the window to hide her face, but +the next instant she found herself sitting on the top +stair with her head on her godmother's shoulder, +listening to such loving remonstrances that they +should have driven away the last vestige of her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> +bitter self-condemnation. It did help wonderfully +to hear that her godmother and Papa Jack were +not disappointed in <i>her</i> though grieved for her disappointment; +that they loved her for her own dear +little self alone, and not for the things they hoped +she would achieve, and that they couldn't let her +go away, for nobody could ever fill the place of +their dear little daughter Betty.</p> + +<p>She wiped her eyes after awhile and smiled like +an April day, but she still persisted that she must +go away somewhere and teach if only to prove that +she was good for something.</p> + +<p>Much troubled by her evident distress, Mrs. Sherman +finally went to talk the matter over with the +old Colonel. Mr. Sherman was away from home. +Several days after she called Betty into her room.</p> + +<p>"Papa has read your manuscript," she said, "and +he thinks it would be a good thing to let you have +your own way, and go off somewhere for awhile. +He says that in his opinion your writing shows +unusual promise, and that its only lack is the lack +of nearly all young writers, your ignorance of life. +You must know more of the world before you can +have a message for it that it will stop to listen to. +You must live and grow and gain experience, and +he thinks the best way for you to do all that, is to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span> +depend on your own resources for awhile, and that +the kindest thing we can do is to open the cage +and give the little bird a chance to try its own +wings. It will never learn to fly as long as we +keep it hedged about so carefully.</p> + +<p>"He finally convinced me by quoting that legend +of 'Camelback Mountain' to me. He says you +are like Shapur now, a vendor of salt who as yet +can only follow in the train of others—write what +has already been written. You haven't <i>the wares</i> +with which to gain a royal entrance to the City of +your Desire. You need some desert of waiting in +which to learn the secret of Omar's alchemy."</p> + +<p>"I know," said Betty. "I know now what my +writing lacks—the attar that gained him his royal +entrance." She quoted softly, "'And no man fills +his crystal vase with it until he has first been +pricked by the world's disappointments and bowed +by its tasks.'"</p> + +<p>"Oh, Betty, my dear little girl," said Mrs. Sherman +taking the earnest face between her hands and +looking down fondly into the trusting brown eyes +raised to hers. "I suppose it's true, but I can't +help wanting to save you from the pricks and the +burdens. Still I won't stand in your way. Go +ahead, little Shapur, and may the golden gates<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> +swing wide for you, for I know you'll force them +open some day, with the filling of your crystal vase."</p> + +<p>A quarter of an hour later Betty was hurrying +down the road in happy haste, a telegram in her +hand for Warwick Hall. It was to Madam Chartley +asking if she knew of any vacant position for +teachers, in any of the schools of her acquaintance.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>CHAPTER X</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>BY THE SILVER YARD-STICK</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">With</span> her days shadowed by anxiety over Ida's +illness, the care and responsibility of Wardo and +her sympathy for Betty's disappointment, Lloyd still +found one bright spot, untouched by other people's +troubles. If, like the old sun-dial at Warwick Hall, +she had taken for her motto: "I only mark the +hours that shine," those hours when Leland Harcourt +came to teach her Spanish were the ones that +would have been numbered.</p> + +<p>If she had felt that he regarded it as a bore, or +that it cost him the slightest effort, she would have +dropped the study immediately; but when he made +it plain that it was the chief interest of his days, +and the one thing that made his summer in the +Valley endurable, she could not help being flattered +by his assertions, and exerted herself all the more +to make the hour a pleasant one.</p> + +<p>It was an agreeable sensation to know that she +could interest a man who had known so many interests;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span> +that it was she who held him in Lloydsboro; +that every turn of her head, every inflection +of her voice, every phase of her varying moods had +a charm for him. It made her tingle with satisfaction +when she realized that she had justified +Gay's confidence in her power, but sometimes after +he had gone she felt that she was not exerting it +to the extent she had promised. She wasn't "keying +him up to any higher pitch." She wasn't inspiring +him with the ambition which his family seemed +to think was all that was necessary to make him +capable of any achievement. The idea of her influencing +him did not seem as preposterous and ridiculous +as it had the first few weeks of their acquaintance, +but somehow it did not seem so necessary. +Sometimes she wondered if the "sweet doing nothing" +that Gay said was in his blood had not affected +her also. Maybe that was why she liked his +very indolence, and forgave in him what she would +have condemned in any other chronic idler. Maybe +he was influencing <i>her</i>.</p> + +<p>"But he sha'n't!" she declared to herself when +the thought first startled her, and to prove that he +hadn't she seized the first opportunity which came +in her way to take him to task. His signet ring +bore the same crest that was on the silver ladle,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span> +and he used it one morning to seal a note for her. +With a significant glance in its direction she asked +saucily, "Señor Tarrypin, when are you going to +put your family motto into actual use? When are +you going to begin striving till you ovahcome—till +you do something really worth while in the +world?"</p> + +<p>With the question came the quick remembrance +of a winter day by the churchyard stile, and Malcolm's +boyish voice protesting earnestly—"I'll be +anything you want me to be, Lloyd." And then +like a flash came that other scene and Phil's pleading +voice, "I say it in all humility, Lloyd, this little +bit of turquoise kept me 'true blue.'"</p> + +<p>If she had expected any such earnestness in Leland's +reply she was soon disillusioned, for with +an amused side-glance at her, as if he found this +serious mood the most diverting of all, he said indifferently:</p> + +<p>"Oh—<i>mañana</i>."</p> + +<p>"To-morrow!" she translated quickly. "But +to-morrow never comes."</p> + +<p>"Then neither need the effort."</p> + +<p>"But without the effort—the striving," she +persisted, looking down at the imprint of the tiny +dagger on the seal, "there never will be any crown."</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span></p> + +<p>He shrugged his shoulders carelessly. "What's +the odds, when one doesn't care for a crown?"</p> + +<p>"You're just plain lazy!" she cried, provoked +that her effort to inspire him had met with such a +reception.</p> + +<p>He smiled as if she had paid him the greatest +of compliments, then sat up with an air of interest.</p> + +<p>"This is a topic we've never struck before," +he said lightly. "It's like coming across an inviting +bypath we've never travelled over. Now suppose +you tell me just what is your ideal way for a man +to spend his life in order to get the most out of it."</p> + +<p>Lloyd stole a quick glance at him to see if he +were in earnest. The light tone seemed almost +mocking, but the half-closed eyes gazing out across +the lawn were serious enough, and she studied her +reply a moment, feeling that maybe her opportunity +had come at last.</p> + +<p>"I think," she began timidly, "that the man who +gets the most out of life is the one who makes most +of himself—who starts out as they did in the old +days to win his spurs and his accolade. Maybe +you know the story of Edryn, the one that gave +Warwick Hall its motto."</p> + +<p>He nodded, with that slightly amused smile which +always disconcerted her. "Yes, I know. That's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span> +Gay's pet war-cry—'Keep tryst.' But go on, I'd +like to hear your version of it."</p> + +<p>In the face of such an invitation she found it +very hard to proceed, but after a moment's hesitation +she said almost defiantly:</p> + +<p>"Oh, I know you'll considah it a bit of school-girl +sentiment to look at life in such a figurative +way, but I think it's beautiful:</p> + +<p>"'<i>To duty and to sorrow</i>,'" she quoted softly, +"'<i>to disappointment and defeat thou mayst be +called. No matter what the tryst there is but one +reply if thou wouldst win thy knighthood!</i>'"</p> + +<p>"But suppose one never hears any call," he asked +teasingly. "Never feels the spirit move him to +make any particular exertion."</p> + +<p>"Then it's yoah own fault!" cried Lloyd. "It's +just as it says in the legend. '<i>Only those will hear +who wake at dawn to listen in high places, and only +those will heed who keep the compass needle of +their soul true to the North star of a great ambition!</i>'"</p> + +<p>"Pretty strenuous work, isn't that, for an August +day?" he answered. "And that's all very well for +poets and priests and young idealists to dream of, +but when all's said and done, what's the good? +What's the use?"</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span></p> + +<p>Clasping his hands behind his head he leaned back +in his chair and began reciting in a dreamy way, +as if he were chanting the rhythmical lines, a poem +called "Drifting." It was like an incantation, and +Lloyd sat listening as if he were weaving some +spell around her:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">"'My soul to-day</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Is far away</span><br /> +Sailing the Vesuvian Bay.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">My winged boat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">A bird afloat,</span><br /> +Swims round the purple peaks remote.<br /> + +· · · · · · · ·<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">"'I heed not if</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">My rippling skiff</span><br /> +Float swift or slow from cliff to cliff;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">With dreamful eyes</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">My spirit lies,</span><br /> +Under the walls of Paradise.'"<br /> +</div> + +<div class='unindent'>As he went musically on, verse after verse, Lloyd +sat listening, wholly under the spell of his voice, +yet with a baffled impotent sense of being carried +along by a current in exactly the opposite direction +from the one in which she had started to go.</div> + +<div class='poem'> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">"'No more, no more</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">The worldly shore</span><br /> +Upbraids me with its wild uproar—'"<br /> +</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p> + +<div class='unindent'>It was a Lotus land of irresponsibility and ease and +personal gratification that he was revealing to her +as his ideal of life. He hadn't openly made fun +of her enthusiasm and zeal, but he had chilled her +ardour and silenced her, and left her with the feeling +that her knights with their struggles after accolades +and ambitions and all those things were silly +folk who made much ado about nothing. It made +her cross.</div> + +<p>In the silence that followed there was a shriek +from Wardo, somewhere back near the servants' +quarters, and then such a lusty crying that Lloyd +sprang up frightened, and ran to the rescue. She +was conscience-smitten for having left him so long +to the care of Enoch, Cindy's little grandson, whom +she had bribed to amuse him for an hour. It +was only because his constant presence and interruptions +seemed to bore Leland that she had done +it. Wardo did make tyrannical demands on her +attention, she had to admit, dearly as she loved the +child. But when she found him crying from a bee-sting, +and his poor little lip swollen out of all resemblance +to a Cupid's bow she felt a twinge of resentment +towards Leland. If she hadn't sent Wardo +away from her, she thought reproachfully, he +wouldn't have been stung, and she wouldn't have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> +sent him if Leland had acted nicer about having him +around. He had actually muttered in Mom Beck's +hearing that it was "a beastly bore always having +that kid poking in."</p> + +<p>She had resented it at the time Mom Beck repeated +it, but excused it on the ground that he was +not used to children, and that Wardo's persistent +questions and demands did tax one's patience dreadfully +sometimes. But now as he clung to her, sobbing +and screaming, she thought reproachfully, "He +might at least have come around to find out what +was the mattah, when he knows how devoted I +am to the poah little thing, even if he didn't take +any interest in him himself. I'll keep Wardo with +me all the time aftah this, even if it does bo'ah +him."</p> + +<p>Leading him back to the porch she took him in +her lap and quieted him with the promise of a wonderful +box of paints which he should have next day, +with which to colour all the pretty pictures in all the +magazines. And she quite ignored Leland for awhile +to punish him, not knowing that he understood her +pique and was amused at it, and that he was enjoying +the picture she made rocking back and forth in +the low chair, with Wardo's golden curls pressed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span> +against her shoulder, and the dimpled arms clinging +around her neck.</p> + +<p>Next day she forgot the paints until it was too +late for her to get them, and Betty who was going +over to The Beeches and past the store, offered to +take Wardo and let him have the pleasure of buying +them himself. After they had gone she went +down to the porch to wait for Leland. It was +almost lesson time. Yesterday's feeling of resentment +had entirely passed, and she looked down the +avenue expectantly from her seat behind the vines. +Any moment he might turn in at the gate. The +thought gave her a pleasant thrill of anticipation. +As the moments slipped by she opened her book +and began repeating the verses marked for her to +memorize.</p> + +<p>Presently she looked up to see a small coloured +boy wandering up the avenue as if he had +no particular destination in view and no great desire +to arrive anywhere. She supposed he was the +bearer of a message to the cook, but instead of going +around the house he came towards her with a +note in his hand. It was from Leland she saw at the +first glance, and written in Spanish at the second.</p> + +<p>She could read enough of it to understand that +he was not coming that morning, but for the rest<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span> +of it she had to turn to her lexicon for help in +translating. After some time and with much difficulty +she managed to make out the reason. He had +gone to Louisville for the day quite unexpectedly +with his brother—a matter of business. He was +sorry not to be able to keep his engagement with +her. Only dire necessity kept him away, and he +would be with her in the evening. Until then adieu. +She had to turn to her lexicon again for that next +word, and having found it wondered how he had +dared to put it in—that caressing little name, +that word of endearment which he would not have +presumed to use in English. It made the colour +flame up in her face.</p> + +<p>But he was not coming. She let the note fall to +her lap with an exclamation of disappointment. +Then wide eyed and surprised she sat up straight, +suddenly aware how deep that disappointment was; +suddenly realizing what she had never known till +this moment, how large a place Leland Harcourt +had grown to hold in her thoughts. Everywhere +she turned she could see his face with that quick +flashing smile she loved to bring to it. She could +see that impetuous toss of the head, the eager +gesture of his long slender hand, the easy grace of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span> +his manner that gave him his distinguished, patrician +air.</p> + +<p>"Why, I'm like Hildegarde!" she whispered +wonderingly. "'His eyes are so blue they fill all +my dreams!' Only Mistah Harcourt's are dark."</p> + +<p>Now if Lloyd had never heard the story of the +Three Weavers, never been a member of the Order +of Hildegarde, never made the promise to her +father about the silver yard-stick, her reverie in the +hammock that morning might have led to a very +different result. But because she had promised, and +because she must keep tryst no matter how hard it +was to do, she faced the matter squarely.</p> + +<p>"He wouldn't have put that word in the note +if he wasn't beginning to care for me," she admitted, +"and it wouldn't make me have that queah +little sawt of half-way glad feeling if I wasn't beginning +to care for him."</p> + +<p>The hammock swung faster. She was thinking +of a day on the seashore years before, when she +had been playing out on the rocks. And while she +built her little castles the tide came creeping in, +creeping so quietly that she did not know it was +there until all the sand between her and safety was +covered and a fisherman had to wade in and carry +her out. Although she did not put the comparison<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span> +into words, that was what she felt was happening +now, and much as she liked him and loved to be +with him and missed him when he did not come, +she felt that his influence over her was creeping up +like a tide that would surely drown her ability to +keep her promise to her father.</p> + +<p>"He <i>does</i> influence me," she admitted to herself. +"I might as well be honest about it. Sometimes he +can almost make me believe that black is white. +How do I know but what I might grow to be like +poah mistaken Hertha? He was only a page, but +she called him prince in her thought until she really +believed him one."</p> + +<p>Then as yesterday's conversation came back to her +she sprang from the hammock saying to herself, +"And he isn't even a knight, or he wouldn't have +made fun of my poah little attempt to make him +listen to the King's call. I'll not think about him a +minute longah. It would only be squandahing the +golden thread that Clotho left me."</p> + +<p>Running up the stairs she got her hat and started +to follow Betty. But all the way up and all the way +down and all the way that she went towards The +Beeches that little word at the end of the letter—that +sweet caressing bird-note of a name, sang itself<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span> +over and over to her. He had called her that, +and to-night he was coming.</p> + +<p>She did not go all the way to The Beeches, for +she met Betty on the way back, Wardo proudly +bearing his box of paints, and Betty re-reading a +letter which she had found in the office. It was +from Madam Chartley. There was a vacancy in +Warwick Hall itself and she was to fill it; was to +be her beloved Miss Chilton's assistant in the English +classes. Her happiness was as great over this +news as her disappointment had been over the return +of her manuscript. As Madam Chartley +wanted her at the school by the first of September +there were only two weeks in which to make her +preparations to leave.</p> + +<p>Although Lloyd had heard the matter discussed +she never fully believed that Betty was going away +from Locust until she had the letter in her own +hands and read Madam Chartley's expression of +pleasure at the prospect of having Betty with her +permanently. It swept away all thought of her own +affairs, for Betty had grown as dear to her as a +sister in the years they had been together. She followed +her mournfully into the white and gold room, +offering to help her with her preparations, and +pouring out her regret and her disapproval of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> +Betty's plans. It wasn't necessary at all she insisted +for Betty to leave them, and Locust wouldn't be the +same place with her gone.</p> + +<p>Wardo required less attention than usual that +afternoon, for charmed with his new paints, he sat +at a low table in Betty's room while the girls sewed +and talked, and coloured the pictures in every magazine +he could lay his hands on. It was sunset when +Lloyd noticed how long he had been bending over +the table, and persuaded him to lay aside his brush +till next day.</p> + +<p>"Look at the pretty red sunset," she urged, trying +to interest him in something else. "It's as red as a +cherry."</p> + +<p>He looked at it solemnly, considering her comparison. +"No, it's wed as the blood of a thousand +dwagons," he answered.</p> + +<p>Lloyd looked at him in astonishment. "What +do you know about dragons, child?"</p> + +<p>"Betty telled me, when I painted one wif my +paints, here in this book." He began turning the +leaves of one of the magazines. "Dwagons is the +stwongest fings there is," he added with a knowing +wag of his head, feeling that she needed enlightenment. +"But my fahvah could fight one—He's +so stwong. My fahvah could fight anyfing."</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Always the same old story," said Lloyd in a low +tone to Betty. "Isn't it dreadful? Always harping +on the perfection of his hero. Seems to me it would +have been bettah if she had not tried to keep the +truth from him. The disillusionment is going to be +feahful some of these days. It will shake his belief +in everything."</p> + +<p>As she rocked back and forth with his warm little +body nestled against her, she thought how differently +Ida would have chosen could she have known that +this precious little soul was to be given into her +keeping. If somebody had only gone to her with +old Hildgardmar's warning—"Remember that in +the right weaving of this web depends not only thy +own happiness but the happiness of <i>all those who +come after thee,</i>" it might have made a world of +difference. But nobody had opened her eyes to the +enormity of the responsibility she was assuming, +and now, maybe despite all her careful training +and frantic efforts to make her little son what she +would have him be, she might not be able to turn +his life out of the channel of his inherited tastes and +appetites.</p> + +<p>It must be <i>awful</i> she thought, hugging him closer, +to love a child with the passionate devotion that Ida +loved this one, and have it grow up into a worthless<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> +vagabond like Ned Bannan. Then a stray wonder +crossed her mind if Leland Harcourt's mother would +have been disappointed in him if she could have +lived to see him wasting his splendid talents and +opportunities; just drifting along in an aimless, +thistledown sort of existence when he might be such +a power for good if he would only exert himself.</p> + +<p>"He doesn't measuah up to the third notch at +all," she admitted with a feeling of regret.</p> + +<p>Just then there was a long distance call for her at +the telephone, and hastily putting Wardo down she +went to answer it.</p> + +<p>"It's from Mistah Harcourt," she called carelessly, +in answer to her mother's inquiry from the +next room. "He was coming ovah to-night but +something detained him in Louisville, and he called +me up to tell me not to expect him."</p> + +<p>She hoped that she had kept the flutter out of her +voice that the sound of his voice brought into her +pulses. For at the close of this commonplace message +was the request that she make no engagement +with any one else for the next night. He had something +to tell her, and then—there was that same +word with which he had closed his note—that soft +musical name, seeming twice as personal and significant +because of the tone in which he said it. She<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> +felt that he must be conscious of the quick blush it +brought to her face as she hastily hung up the receiver.</p> + +<p>That night for the first time that summer Lloyd +was alone with her father and mother. Betty had +Madam Chartley's letter to answer, and the old +Colonel had gone out to dinner. The three sat on +the broad white-pillared porch in the moonlight, +Lloyd on the step at her father's feet, her arm on his +knee. Ever since the telephone message her +thoughts had been in a tumult. It was useless for +her to pretend that she didn't know why Leland +wanted to see her alone, and what it was he was +coming to tell her. She was glad and sorry and half +frightened and altogether confused. "He isn't the +prince at all," she kept saying to herself as if it were +a charm that would help her ward off his approach +and keep her true to her Hildegarde promise.</p> + +<p>And yet—his wooing was the kind one reads +of in books. She would be sorry to have <i>that</i> come +to an end. It was so delightful to have some one +write poems to her and sing songs in such a way +that every tone and glance dedicated them to her +alone. If one could only go on that way through +all the summers, being adored in that fashion, knowing +she was crowned queen in somebody's heart, how<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> +delightful it would be. But she didn't want things +to come to a crisis when she would have to make +grave decisions and solemn promises. She didn't +want to go one step farther than this borderland of +romance where they lingered now. What she +wanted was just to go on building her little castles +as she had done that day on the sea-shore, and yet +be assured that the tide wouldn't come creeping up +any farther. It was just far enough now to be interesting. +She wished they would begin to talk +about things like that, but she shrank from bringing +up such a subject herself. After awhile she +broached one almost akin.</p> + +<p>"Mothah," she asked, breaking a long comfortable +silence that had fallen on them, "do you +think that Lucy is happy?"</p> + +<p>"No, not entirely—that is just at present," Mrs. +Sherman answered slowly, as if considering. +"She's hardly adjusted herself yet to the new +order of things, but she will in time because +she's such a yielding little soul, and is really devoted +to her husband. For instance, when he insisted she +gave up her church to please him and joined his. +It meant a great struggle and a sacrifice on her part, +and he is not at all devout, doesn't attend services +more than twice a year; so it couldn't have made<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> +such a vital difference to him where she went. Then +at home her father always placed a certain amount +in the bank every month to his wife's credit, so there +never was any unpleasantness about money matters. +While Jameson is very wealthy and lavishes luxuries +and beautiful clothes on her, he reserves the pleasure +of buying and spending entirely to himself. Treats +her like a child in their financial arrangements, and +doles out little allowances as if she couldn't be +trusted to spend it intelligently. She's so sensitive +that she'd rather go without than ask him for a +cent, and it often puts her in an embarrassing position +to be without."</p> + +<p>"In other words," put in Papa Jack, "he's +thoroughly inconsiderate and selfish, although I +imagine he'd be mightily amazed if any one applied +that term to him since he is so lavish in giving +things in his own way."</p> + +<p>"Yes, he is," was the answer. "I've noticed it in +a dozen little ways. It's always <i>his</i> wishes and <i>his</i> +tastes that have to be consulted, never Lucy's. Yet +aside from that trait he is a thoroughly fine man, +and because she respects him and looks up to him +and is such a sweet yielding little creature, he'll +come in time to be the centre of her universe, and +she'll revolve around him like a loyal little planet.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> +But a girl of a different temperament wouldn't. If +she were impetuous and highstrung like you for +instance," she added with a smile at Lloyd, "she +would see the injustice of it and resent it so bitterly +that there would be continual friction and jar. With +your temperament you couldn't live peaceably with +anybody like that."</p> + +<p>"I know I couldn't," admitted Lloyd frankly, +"especially if he showed any jealousy. Mistah +Jameson is jealous of every friend Lucy evah had +at the Post. He doesn't like it a bit when she refers +to the good times she used to have with the boys +there, even when they were just ordinary friends. +Half a dozen times I've seen the tears come to her +eyes at some inconsiderate thing he'd say, and I'd +think if I were Lucy I couldn't sit there and take it +like a martyr. I'd have to jump up and shake him +till his teeth rattled."</p> + +<p>"What a cat and dog time you would have," +laughed Mrs. Sherman. "Worse than little Mary +Ware's nightmare that she had after Eugenia's wedding."</p> + +<p>"By the way," exclaimed Mr. Sherman, slapping +his pockets to find a letter he had placed in one of +them, "I knew there was something I intended to +tell you. Jack Ware is on his way here now."</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span></p> + +<p>Then in answer to the surprise and the questions +that greeted his announcement he explained, "I suggested +making him assistant manager of the mines +and the Company wants to have a look at him, and +put him through a sort of examination. He's so +young they rather doubt my judgment in the matter. +But they'll find out when they see him. We +telegraphed him to come, and he left Arizona several +days ago. He'll be here only a day and night +probably."</p> + +<p>Lloyd left her seat on the step and took a chair +beside her father, sitting straight and alert in her +interest. It was hard to realize that Jack Ware +was grown. He was only fourteen when she had +known him on the desert. "Oh, will you evah forget," +she laughed, "the way he looked when we surprised +him at the washtub, all tied up in an apron, +helping Joyce with the family washing?"</p> + +<p>"His readiness to pitch in to whatever is to be +done is his chief characteristic," was the answer. +"That is what makes him so valuable at the +mines. Patient and reliable and strong, he is one of +the finest young fellows of my acquaintance. He'll +be one of the big men of the West some day, for +young as he is, he is into everything that makes for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> +the welfare and development of the territory he +lives in."</p> + +<p>All the rest of the evening was spent in recalling +that visit to Ware's Wigwam, and when Lloyd went +up to bed, although Leland Harcourt's name had +not been mentioned, she felt that her doubts and +unspoken questions about him had been answered. +She must not listen any more to that little name, +that caressing little name that left such a thrill in +its wake.</p> + +<p>"Wise old Hildgardmar," said Mrs. Sherman in +a playful tone after Lloyd had left them. "I don't +suppose when you sent for Jack that it entered your +head you were giving her the very safeguard of +contrast that I hoped she might have, but you will +be doing it all the same."</p> + +<p>"No, I didn't," he confessed, "but I think you +are magnifying the interest she has in Harcourt. +She never mentioned his name all evening."</p> + +<p>"But she talked all around him," answered Mrs. +Sherman, "and I think she came to the conclusion +before she went up-stairs that he does not measure +up to your standards, and is almost sure that he +does not even meet hers."</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>CHAPTER XI</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>THE END OF SEVERAL THINGS</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> old Colonel was in the library, telling for the +hundredth time to the small listener on his knee the +story of the battle that had taken his right arm. +For since Wardo had found that his father's father +was in the same wild charge against the Yankees, +and had fought like a tiger till a wound in the head +and another in the knee sent him to the rear on a +stretcher, he could not hear the story often enough. +And that led to other tales of things that had happened +when the two soldier-friends were schoolboys. +It puzzled Wardo to find any resemblance +between the mischievous boy whom the Colonel referred +to as Cy Bannon, and the dignified judge +whose picture hung on the wall of the Colonel's +den.</p> + +<p>"Oh, his name was Cyrus Edward then, just as +yours is now," explained the Colonel when he finally +understood the difficulty. "But it was too long a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span> +name for such a grasshopper of a lad. He'd have +been out of sight before you could say it all. So +they cut it down to Cy, just as yours is cut to +Wardo."</p> + +<p>"Will I be Judge Cywus Edwa'd Bannon then +when I'm gwoed up?" asked Wardo.</p> + +<p>The seriousness of the big innocent eyes fixed on +him made the Colonel move uneasily. "Heaven +knows," he muttered. "<i>I</i> don't. But it's to be +hoped you'll take after him instead of the one next +in line of succession."</p> + +<p>The question made such a profound impression +on him he could not shake it off, and acting on the +impulse of the moment he decided to take it to the +Judge himself for an answer. He would show him +the winsome little lad who bore his name. He would +demand of him what right he had to withhold from +him the protection and shelter that was his heritage. +The child's father had been cast off in proud scorn +for his profligate ways. Secretly the Colonel had +always thought that his old friend had shirked responsibility, +and that the open repudiation of him +by his family had given Ned his final downward +shove.</p> + +<p>It made no difference to the Colonel that Ned's +name was a forbidden one in the household. <i>He'd</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> +tell Cy Bannon a few things. Then his face softened +and he smiled a trifle foolishly, muttering +something about its being a case of the pot calling +the kettle black. The Judge might come back at +him with the argument that he had been just as +harsh with his own child for far less cause; but that +would only give him a chance to urge a reconciliation +on the ground that <i>he</i> had surrendered gracefully, +and had been glad of it ever since. Cy would +be a mighty queer sort of man, he concluded, if he +could hold out against such a little grandson as +Wardo. He was a child to walk into anybody's +affections.</p> + +<p>Lloyd had left the pair so deeply absorbed in war-stories, +that she was surprised on her return to the +library a little later, to find no trace of either of +them. They'd gone for a trolley ride Walker told +her, and expected to be gone most of the morning. +So relieved of her responsibility Lloyd made a +longer visit in Rollington than usual. The crisis +had been passed some time now, and Ida was so +much better she was beginning to talk about +Wardo's return. She would be able to sit up in a +few days. As Lloyd entertained her with accounts +of Wardo's sayings and doings she realized more +and more what a large place he had come to fill in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> +the household, and how sorely they would all miss +him when they had to give him up. Ida's future +looked so hopeless. It would be a long time before +she would be strong enough to begin sewing again. +She talked wearily of the burden she must assume +as soon as possible, and Lloyd came away weighed +down with a sense of the injustice and wrong in the +world and her helplessness to right it.</p> + +<p>It was nearly noon when she reached the house. +Wardo, who had just come in with her grandfather, +rushed down the steps to meet her, his sailor hat on +the back of his head, and his arms outstretched to +give her glad welcome. He clasped her around the +knees, and put up his face to be kissed. His morning's +adventures made him feel that he had been +away an age. Then his voice trembling with the +importance of his news, he announced the three +things of his visit which had made the most impression +on him.</p> + +<p>"I saw the place on my gwan'fahvah's head +where the Yankee bullet hit him, wite over his eye! +An' the Colonel he shaked his stick at my gwan'fahvah, +and got wed in the face when he talked." +Then digging down into the mite of a pocket that +graced his blouse, he triumphantly brought out the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span> +third item, a silver dollar that Judge Bannon had +given him.</p> + +<p>By this time the Colonel had come out, and in +answer to Lloyd's excited questions confessed the +truth of Wardo's tale. He <i>had</i> shaken his stick at +the Judge. They had had a stormy interview and +he lost his temper. He was sorry at first that he +had taken Wardo, the child was so frightened, but +it proved a good move, for his appealing little face +pleaded his cause better than anything else could +have done, and in the end the Judge was completely +won over by his handsome little namesake.</p> + +<p>"<i>And</i>," concluded the Colonel triumphantly, +"he's promised to take Ned back and give him one +more chance. He'll keep the lad and his mother in +any event, and he's to send for them just as soon +as she's able to be moved."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you blessed old peace-makah!" cried Lloyd +running up the steps to throw her arms around his +neck and give him as rapturous a hug as Wardo +had given her. "You're a perfect darling, and +you've made me so happy I don't know what to do +or say. I believe I'm as happy as Ida will be when +she heahs it, and I'm going ovah there the minute +I've had lunch, to tell her. You're a public benefactah<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> +and everything else in the dictionary that's +extra nice and fine."</p> + +<p>It was joy to the Colonel to have his praises sung +like that, and he went around the rest of the week +with a self-satisfied virtuous feeling that kept him +beaming benignly on everything and everybody. +In such an angelic humour was he, that Walker +confided to Mom Beck that he was "right sma'ht +worried 'bout ole Marse."</p> + +<p>It was a day of surprises for the whole family. +On Lloyd's return from her second visit to Rollington, +about the middle of the afternoon, she saw +Jack Ware on the rear platform of the trolley-car, +which passed the carriage when she was nearly +home. He had arrived two days sooner than any +one expected he could. Taller, broader and browner +by far than the slim lad who waved her farewell +from the Wigwam, he was unmistakably the same +Jack, and she would have recognized him anywhere.</p> + +<p>The second glance showed her father standing +just behind him. They both leaned out and waved +their hats as they passed the carriage. A moment +later they were stepping off the car opposite the +entrance gate, and waiting for her to come up.</p> + +<p>"Anothah knight comes riding," she thought +with a smile, wondering what put the whimsical<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> +notion in her head, for she did not count Jack in +that class. He was simply her good comrade of the +plains, nothing picturesque about <i>him</i>.</p> + +<p>"I don't suppose there could be about the modern +knight," she thought, amused that such fancies +should come to her. "His only thought is to 'get +there.' When young Lochinvar comes out of the +West now, his 'steed <i>is</i> the best' from that standpoint, +but you can't make the pictuahs and poems +out of trolley-cars that you can out of hawses in +those old-time fancy trappings."</p> + +<p>Stepping out of the carriage, she sent it on ahead +and turned to Jack with such a cordial welcome that +he reddened with pleasure under the brown of his +sunburned cheeks.</p> + +<p>"This is my 'Promised Land' as well as +Mary's," he said as they walked slowly towards +the house, and he paused to look up at the grand +old trees arching over them. "You've no idea how +I've looked forward to seeing all this. Mother +always pictured it as a sort of Beulah land. Then +Joyce took up the same tune, and lastly Mary. +She's the most enthusiastic of all, and sat up till +midnight the day she found I was coming, to make +a list of all the things she said I mustn't fail to see +or ask about."</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span></p> + +<p>Taking a memorandum book from his pocket he +opened it and held it out for Lloyd and her father +to see. There were three pages whereon Mary had +set down instructions for him to follow. Lloyd +laughed as she glanced at the head-line.</p> + +<div class='center'>THINGS TO DO WITHOUT FAIL</div> +<blockquote> +<p>1 Make Mr. Rob Moore's acquaintance, and see +Oaklea.</p> + +<p>2 See The Beeches and all Mrs. Walton's curios, +especially the bells of Luzon and mother-of-pearl +fire-screen.</p> + +<p>3 See if Elise Walton is as pretty as she used to +be, and notice how she does her hair now.</p> + +<p>4 Ask Lloyd to play on the harp and sing the +Dove Song, when the candles are lighted in the +drawing-room.</p></blockquote> + +<p>The list was such a long one that Lloyd did not +read farther, but glanced at the page headed—</p> + +<div class='center'>THINGS NOT SO IMPORTANT, BUT I'D LIKE TO KNOW</div> +<blockquote> +<p>1 Ask about Girlie Dinsmore if you have a +chance. Is she as much of a baby as ever?</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span></p> + +<p>2 What has become of that horrid Bernice +Howe?</p> + +<p>3 Does Betty still correspond with the "Pilgrim +Father?"</p> + +<p>4 Look in the book-case on the north side of the +library, and copy the name of that book on Spiders.</p> + +<p>5 Find out all you can about the man Allison +is going to marry.</p></blockquote> + +<p>There were a dozen similar items.</p> + +<p>"Isn't that characteristic of Mary?" exclaimed +Lloyd. "She's such a deah little bunch of curiosity. +Maybe I oughtn't to call it that. A live, intense +interest in everything and everybody would be moah +like it. But only twenty-foah hours to do it all in! +How can we manage it?"</p> + +<p>"Not even that," answered Mr. Sherman, "for +part of it must be spent with the stock-holders."</p> + +<p>"And you couldn't stay longah?" began Lloyd.</p> + +<p>"No, I'm due back at the mines very shortly, and +I want to make a flying visit to Joyce in New York +before I return, and stop over at Annapolis for a +glimpse of Holland. You know I've never been +East before, and I want to make the most of it."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Lloyd, planning rapidly as they +walked on. "We'll crowd just as much as possible<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> +into this one evening. There'll be time for a drive +befoah dinnah, that will give you a bird's-eye view +of the Valley, and a short call at Oaklea and The +Beeches. We can ansah Mary's questions as we +drive along. Befoah we start I'll telephone in to +town and ask Rob to come ovah and take dinnah +with you to-night, and we'll ask the Waltons to +come ovah—"</p> + +<p>She would have paused just there even if they +had not reached the house and her sentence been +interrupted by Jack's introduction to her mother +and Betty, for as she mentioned telephoning it +flashed across her what Leland had telephoned her, +not to make any engagement for that evening, that +he wanted to see her alone.</p> + +<p>"But suahly," she thought, "he'll undahstand +that that is impossible undah the circumstances—the +only night Jack will be heah."</p> + +<p>The next few hours flew by as if winged. They +caught Lloyd up out of the dream-world in which +she had been living and thoroughly wakened her. +It was such a busy, breezy world from Jack's outlook, +so much to do and see and conquer. As she +listened to his description of the little mining camp +that had grown into a town in the short time he had +been there, and then to the enthusiastic plans he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> +unfolded to her father of what the mine owners +might do to develop and civilize it, she found herself +regarding this young Aladdin of the West with +growing consideration.</p> + +<p>He and Rob found mutual interests from the +moment of meeting. She noted with surprise how +oddly alike they were in their views. She hadn't +known before that Rob was interested in so many +things that she knew nothing about, political situations +and Juvenile Court reforms, and trusts and +unions and all those things. But then she had +scarcely seen him since he had taken a man's place +in the world. Good old Rob! She was proud of +the way he was discussing these things with Jack +and her father and the Colonel. There was a note +of authority in what he said that the older men respected. +But it did seem so funny for him to be +talking of anything weightier than tennis and skating +and his Latin exams, or college scrapes. He +talked almost as well as Leland Harcourt she admitted.</p> + +<p>After dinner Jack took out his memorandum and +crossed off all the items that had been attended to. +While they were laughing over Mary's questions +and dictating answers for him to write lest he forget +them, the Waltons arrived with Gay, who had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span> +been spending the day with them. A little later +Alex Shelby followed. He was on Mary's list, and +had a number of messages to send to the little girl +who had amused him so greatly at Eugenia's wedding +with her quaint speeches and unexpected +questions.</p> + +<p>From the sound of voices and the number of +people in the drawing-room, one might have imagined +that a reception was in full swing when Leland +Harcourt came up on the porch. Lloyd, recognizing +his step, hurried out to meet him and explain +why she had been unable to grant his request. She +ushered him into the drawing-room to meet their +guest, anxious that they should be favourably impressed +with each other. One could always count +on Leland for doing the graceful thing socially she +thought complacently, but this one time he failed +her.</p> + +<p>He had been at the house so constantly all summer +that she did not think it necessary to make any +special effort for his entertainment now, other than +to draw him into the conversation with Jack and +Rob. They were the comparative strangers and +she was giving them the most of her attention. +Rob had been at the house only twice that summer. +He was as interested as she in hearing about Joyce<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span> +and Mary, so when she found that Leland did not +seem to care to talk, she went back to their former +conversation, recalling the duck hunt, the picnic at +Hole-in-the-rock, and their dinner at "Coffe Al's" +with Phil Tremont.</p> + +<p>Everybody else was talking. Everybody else +seemed in good spirits but Leland Harcourt. +Lloyd could almost feel his silence it became so +marked.</p> + +<p>"He's sulky," she thought. "It's just his horrid +jealousy cropping out like his brothah Jameson's. +He doesn't want me to be nice to my oldest and +deahest friends. I wish he wouldn't act that way."</p> + +<p>Then she sang, since it was next in order on +Mary's memorandum, and while she sang, although +she did not once look at him directly, she was uncomfortably +conscious that his eyes were fixed on +her with the determined gaze which they always +wore when he had some resolve which he intended +to carry out at all hazards.</p> + +<p>As she turned from the harp he was the first to +rise and place a chair for her. Bending over her +he said, under cover of the applause, "I'll not be +put off any longer. You must let me see you a few +minutes just as soon as I can make an opportunity +for you to slip out of the room."</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span></p> + +<p>Low as his voice was, Rob, who was sitting just +behind him, heard what he said, and then something +else that he added in Spanish. Just a word, but it +seemed to carry some potent appeal, for with a +slight flush she rose. Leland made the opportunity +he wished, by saying to Jack that one of the pleasures +not to be missed was hearing Gay play the +violin. Of course Jack immediately asked for the +nocturne which he suggested, and Gay, always +obliging, at once complied.</p> + +<p>Under cover of the music Leland stepped into +the hall, holding the portière aside with a bow for +Lloyd to pass through. Rob's glance followed +them across the hall, across the moonlighted porch +to the avenue, where the locust shadows fell dense +and black. Then he turned his attention resolutely +to the music, listening as if in rapt enjoyment, but +in reality never hearing a note.</p> + +<p>The nocturne came to an end, and there was an +encore and still another before Lloyd came back into +the room. She was alone, and Rob, in one quick +glance, saw that all the bright colour had left her +face. She was gripping her little lace fan nervously, +and her hazel eyes had deepened almost to black as +they always did under the strain of unusual excitement +or emotion. He was sure that she was very<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> +near tears, and with his usual impulse to shield her +from all that was unpleasant, he moved his chair +so that no one else saw her agitation and began talking +volubly about the first thing he could think of. +It happened to be Mary Ware's method of getting +rid of an unwelcome guest by playing Fox and +Stork, and as she listened to the lengthy story he +purposely made of it, she had time to regain her +composure before any one else came up.</p> + +<p>Afterwards he heard her explaining to Mrs. +Walton, "Mistah Harcourt had to leave early, and +didn't want to break up the pah'ty by coming in to +say good night."</p> + +<p>When Rob heard next day that Leland was leaving +the Valley at once for a trip to South America, +he thought he understood the cause of Lloyd's agitation. +It distressed her to have him go so far away. +He had been positive for some time that there was +some understanding between them. Now this confirmed +his suspicions.</p> + +<p>Lloyd was grieved over the parting, but not to +the extent Rob imagined. Many a night after, she +sat curled up on the window-seat in her room, looking +down through the trees to the place where she +had stood with Leland the night she bade him +good-bye. She had not dreamed of such a stormy<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> +interview as that, she had not imagined any wooing +could be so impassioned, reaching to such heights +and depths. He hadn't paid the slightest attention +when she tried to stop him, but had asserted triumphantly +that he always got what he started out to +win, and that this was a matter of life and death, +and he'd win her love or die in the attempt. Sometimes, +in <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'thinkng'">thinking</ins> it over, she was afraid he would +make his threats true, and then sometimes she +thought with a quick indrawn breath, remembering +how his wild protestations had thrilled her, that it +would have been sweet to listen if she could only +have been sure that it was right. He vowed he +would come back when he could prove to her that +he had won the accolade which she seemed to think +was so essential, but she did not look for him. In +her heart she said that the one real romance of her +life was at an end.</p> + +<p>Everything seemed to come to an end just then. +Jack left the next morning, and before the close +of the week Wardo was taken away. Ida was able +to be moved to the old Bannon homestead near +Anchorage. Although it was the one great thing +Lloyd had wished for, she missed her little charge +at every turn, and the days stretched out ahead of +her long and empty.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span></p> + +<p>The first of September Betty went away with +Elise Walton under her wing, happy in the fact +that she was to enter Freshman at Warwick Hall, +where the older girls had had such glorious times. +The next day the Harcourts closed the Cabin and +went back to San Antonio. Gay spent her last night +in the Valley at The Locusts, and there were more +bed-time confidences before they fell asleep, long +after midnight.</p> + +<p>"Seems as if the end of the summah brings the +end of everything," sighed Lloyd regretfully.</p> + +<p>"It's more like the beginning of everything for +you," contradicted Gay. "You'll be beginning your +shopping soon, and your trips to the tailor and the +dressmaker and the milliner, and you know you'll +enjoy getting all the lovely clothes you're to have +as a débutante. It'll be as much fun as planning a +trousseau. Then there'll be your début party in +your Aunt Jane's lovely big town house, and all +the rest that's to follow. It'll be just <i>grand!</i> A +regular procession of social successes and triumphs.</p> + +<p>"And as for Leland," she continued, mentioning +him for the first time since his departure. "You +needn't worry about <i>that</i>. Of course we knew what +had happened just as soon as he bounced in looking +like a thunder-cloud, and announced his intention<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> +of leaving next morning. We'd seen it coming on +all summer. Jameson is tickled to death over it, +for this trip to South America is one he has been +wanting him to take for a long time. They have +some property there that needs looking after, and +he thinks now that his ambition is roused he'll take +some interest in things."</p> + +<p>"But no mattah what he does," said Lloyd +firmly, "I'll nevah change my mind. I don't want to +get married, Gay," she added almost tearfully. "I +read a story the othah day, the diary of a young girl +that made me think of myself. She said, 'I don't +want to be married. Just to be loved and adored +and written to and crowned Queen of Somebody's +heart.' Of co'se any girl wants <i>that</i>."</p> + +<p>"That's just the way I feel," confided Gay after +a moment's pause. Then, "You've been so busy this +summer with your own affairs I don't suppose +you've noticed what's been going on around you; +but I'm afraid I've got myself into a pickle. You +see I've already invited Kitty down to San Antonio +to spend Lent with me, and I've written to Frank +Percival about her, and told her about him and got +them interested in each other. You know ever since +I've been so intimate with Kitty I've wanted her to +marry Frank, so that she'd always live near me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> +And now—now I'm not so sure that I'm going to +live there myself."</p> + +<p>"You dreadful little match-makah," laughed +Lloyd, so amused by Gay's confession that she +never thought to inquire what had caused her +change of mind about her own residence. "You +oughtn't to meddle in such things. Just look what +a pickle you got <i>me</i> into. If you hadn't made me +promise what you did about being nice to Mistah +Harcourt, and told him the things you did about +me, we'd nevah have had the scene we did, and +would have been good friends always. But look +what you've done. Sent him on a hopeless chase +aftah a shadow, for he says he'll nevah change his +mind, and I <i>know</i> I won't change mine."</p> + +<p>Gay giggled. "When an irresistible force meets +an immovable body, what <i>does</i> happen? I've always +wondered."</p> + +<p>"Just what will happen when Mistah Harcourt +comes back," was Lloyd's dignified answer. "<i>I'll</i> +not be moved."</p> + +<p>"And he's not to be resisted," said Gay. "So +there we go in the same old circle. But I'm glad +for some reasons that you're so determined, for if +I <i>should</i> make up my mind to live in the Valley<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span> +then I'd be glad you were here instead of in San +Antonio."</p> + +<p>"Oh, are you all going to buy the Cabin?" exclaimed +Lloyd, sitting up in bed in her eagerness. +"How lovely."</p> + +<p>"No, 'we all' are not," confessed Gay. "I <i>knew</i> +you didn't have any idea of what was going on this +summer. But—well, you know who my first +'Knight of the Looking-glass' was. He says the +Scripture says that 'the first shall be last,' and he +insists he is <i>both</i>. He wants to buy the Cabin some +day, so that my little mirror can hang there always, +up among the roses where he first saw me. It +<i>would</i> be sweet and romantic, wouldn't it? But +it doesn't seem exactly fair to Kitty to get her tied +up down there and then skip out and leave her."</p> + +<p>"Kitty isn't tied up yet, by a long shot," laughed +Lloyd, who found it hard to take Gay's shy confession +seriously. "But I can't get used to this lightning +change in you. You were so suah you'd not +have any Darby and Joan emotions in yours while +'Life is May.' You've talked all summah against +early marriages."</p> + +<p>"I'm not an 'immovable body' like you. And I +would be a little nearer gray hairs if we waited for +two years as we'd certainly have to do, but even if<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span> +we didn't wait it wouldn't be the same as it is with +Lucy and Jameson, and some other young married +people I know. Alex is so <i>different</i>. Well, he is," +she insisted indignantly. "What are you laughing +at? You know he's different."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I do know it," answered Lloyd, instantly +sobered by her realization of the fact that Gay was +no longer joking, but was laying bare her heart's +dearest secret. "He's a deah, good fellow, and he'll +be just as loving and true and sweet to you always +as the old Doctah is to Aunt Alicia. Nobody could +want moah than that I'm suah. So heah's my blessing +and the hope that you'll live to keep yoah Golden +Wedding as happily as they are going to do." She +leaned over and kissed her tenderly.</p> + +<p>They talked so late that night that Gay almost +missed her train next morning, but as she scrambled +breathlessly on to the rear platform she called back +happily, "What's the odds, even if it did make me +late? It was such a nice wind-up to such a glorious +summer."</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>CHAPTER XII</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>SIX MONTHS LATER</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">It</span> was a cold snowy afternoon, late in January. +Rob Moore, looking at his watch as he hurried +along the street, found that he was ten minutes +ahead of the time at which the next car was due +to start to the Valley. Rather than wait on the +windy corner or take refuge in the already crowded +drug-store, he walked on down to the car-shed. He +rarely left town this early. As he sprang up the +steps and took his seat in the waiting car, he saw +that it was the one usually filled by the school-children +living in the suburbs. It was already +nearly filled now by half-grown boys and girls, +flocking in with their book straps and lunch-baskets. +It made him think of his own High school days. +They laughed and joked and called messages back +and forth as freely as if they were at home. Here +and there he recognized the younger sisters and +brothers of some of his old classmates, so like them<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span> +that it gave him a curious sense of having stepped +backward several years. There was Wat Sewall +wriggling and writhing out of his overcoat with the +same contortions that Fred always went through +with. That slap on the back with its accompanying +"Hi, there, old man," was exactly like T. D. +Williams' salutation. He nearly always laid a +fellow out flat when he spoke to him. And the +couple on the seat in front of him, exchanging +class pins, was only a repetition of a scene he had +witnessed dozens of times.</p> + +<p>With a reminiscent smile he shook out the pages +of the evening paper which he had bought as he +came along and glanced at the head-lines. But before +he had time to read further the girl in front +of him exclaimed, "Look, Harry! Here comes +Miss Sherman! Isn't she perfectly stunning in +that dark blue broadcloth? I think she's the prettiest +débutante of the season."</p> + +<p>"She's a peach," was the enthusiastic answer. +"I say, Ethel, she looks like you."</p> + +<p>Rob did not see the girlish blush which rose to +Ethel's cheeks, for at the first exclamation he had +lowered his paper to peer quickly through the window. +He had just a glimpse of a slender stylish +figure hurrying into the ticket office.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span></p> + +<p>The girl in front was speaking. "I suppose I've +been more interested in the débutantes this year +than any other because Cousin Amy is one of them. +She comes out to Anchorage for a week-end now +and then to rest up, and I keep her talking the whole +time about what they do. She says that Miss Sherman +is the most popular of them all, with the girls +as well as the men. She's had so many beautiful +entertainments given in her honour, and she's been +asked to help receive or pour tea or do something +or other at every single function that's been given +in Louisville this winter. I think it's perfectly +grand to be out in society when you can be as great +a success as that. They say that the American +Beauties sent to her in just one day sometimes +would fill a florist's shop window. There's a man +from Cincinnati who sends them all the time. He's +crazy about her. I should be too if I were a man. +Cousin Amy has a photograph of her taken in +evening dress, and she's simply regal looking. I +don't wonder she makes a sensation wherever she +goes."</p> + +<p>"Here she comes now," interrupted the boy, +turning with a stare of frank admiration. Rob +turned too, as Lloyd came down the aisle, glancing +from one side to another for an empty seat. Her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> +face was glowing from her walk in the cold wind, +and the little hat of dark blue velvet and her rich +dark furs made her seem fairer than ever by contrast. +Hers was a delicate, patrician style of beauty, +and Rob in one critical glance saw that this winter +in society had given the graceful girl the ease and +poise of a charming woman. The little school-girl +on the seat in front had good reason for admiring +her so extravagantly. He rose as she came nearer, +and stepped out in the aisle to give her the seat by +the window.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Rob! This is great!" the little school-girl +heard her exclaim cordially. "I haven't seen you +for an age. How does it happen you are going out +on such an early train?"</p> + +<p>Much as she was interested in "Harry's" remarks, +she wished he would keep still at least until +the car started. She wanted to hear how this big +handsome man answered her adorable Miss Sherman. +She would have been shocked could she have +heard his second remark.</p> + +<p>"There's a big flake of soot on your nose, +Lloyd."</p> + +<p>"Thanks," she said, almost looking cross-eyed +in her endeavour to locate it. "There usually is in +this dirty town. There! Is it off?" She scrubbed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span> +away with a bit of a handkerchief she took from +her muff. "And I was flattering myself as I came +along that I looked especially spick and span," she +sighed. "It's refreshing to have somebody tell you +the truth about yoahself, and you nevah were one +to mince mattahs, Bobby."</p> + +<p>The old name on the lips of this pretty girl so +like the old Lloyd in some ways, yet so bewilderingly +unlike in others, stirred him strangely.</p> + +<p>"Better throw off your furs and that heavy +jacket in this over-heated car," was his only answer. +"You'll take cold when you get off if you +don't." She thanked him for the suggestion, and, +as he hung her wraps over the back of the seat, +settled herself comfortably for the hour's ride.</p> + +<p>"Now tell me all about it," he began as the car +started. "All that you've been doing these last +months. Of course I've kept up with you in the +papers. I know that you went here and went there, +and that you wore sky-blue pink folderols at this +banquet and velvet satin crêpe de chine at the Country +Club dinner, with feathers and jewels to match, +but that's no more than all the rest of the world +knows. I want to be let in on the ground floor and +told about the inner workings of this social whirl. +How have you managed to do it all? To vibrate between<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span> +town and country and not peg out. You look +as fresh as a daisy; as if the pace that kills agrees +with you."</p> + +<p>"I haven't vibrated much," she answered. "I've +made Aunt Jane's house my headquartahs, and +you know what a crank she is about hygiene. +Every moment not actually engaged in 'whirling' +she had reduced to a system of simple living. +What I have suffered in the way of naps in a darkened +room when I wasn't sleepy, and hot milk when +I loathed the idea of swallowing anything, and +gymnastic exercises in the attic when the weathah +was too bad for long walks, would fill a volume."</p> + +<p>"Is the game worth the candle?" he asked soberly.</p> + +<p>She hesitated. "Well, yes. For a season anyhow. +I wouldn't want to keep up such a round +yeah aftah yeah, but I <i>have</i> had a good time, and +I must confess it's awfully nice to be really grown +up and have everybody treat you with the consideration +due yoah age."</p> + +<p>They were out in the open country now. The +car stopped, and as the door opened to admit a +passenger, the shrill voices of some children skating +on an ice pond near the road floated cheerily in.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span> +Lloyd looked out the window with a smile at the +gay scene.</p> + +<p>"I'd like to be out there with them," she confessed. +"Look at that little girl in the red mittens +and Tam O'Shanter. She skates exactly the way +Katie Mallard used to. Oh, deah, didn't we used +to have fun with her down on our ice pond?"</p> + +<p>"Do you remember the day Malcolm broke +through when he was trying to cake-walk on the +ice?" asked Rob with a reminiscent grin.</p> + +<p>"He was laughing about that only last week +when he took me to the Country Club dinnah. I've +seen a lot of Malcolm this wintah."</p> + +<p>"I thought he was rushing Molly Standforth."</p> + +<p>"Well, he is, pah't of the time, but he's rushed +me too, as you call it, just as much."</p> + +<p>Rob gave her a keen glance, but she made the +announcement in such a calm way that he said to +himself there couldn't be much in it as far as she +was concerned, or she wouldn't have spoken of it +in the way she did.</p> + +<p>At Anchorage the boy and girl in front left the +car, he with such open solicitude for her comfort +as he helped her off that Lloyd's eyes met Rob's +with a twinkle.</p> + +<p>"Aftah all, it's good to be young like that," she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span> +said. "Don't you remembah Kitty and Guy Ferris +at that age? How we used to tease Kitty for keeping +a dead rose and a valentine and a brass button +from his military coat, tied up with a blue ribbon +in a candy box?"</p> + +<p>"But we boys had a better time teasing Guy +about the lock of Kitty's hair that he carried around +in the back of his watch. His watch got out of +order, and when the jeweller opened it and found +all that hair in the back, he didn't say a word, but +with a most disgusted look tossed it into the wastebasket +as if it hadn't been Guy's most sacred possession. +I was along with him, and I simply roared. +Guy didn't have the nerve to ask for it, just stood +there looking like the big silly he must have +felt."</p> + +<p>The series of reminiscences that this story started +lasted all the way out to the Valley. The red streak +of the wintry sunset had faded out of the west when +the car stopped there, and Lloyd looking out into +the cold gray gloaming saw that the snow was +beginning to fall again.</p> + +<p>"Let's get out and walk the rest of the way," +she exclaimed impetuously, snatching up her jacket +and furs as she rose.</p> + +<p>"I haven't had a twilight walk in the country this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span> +wintah, when it's all good and gray like this, with +snow-flakes in yoah face."</p> + +<p>They were off in another instant, and as he stood +on the station platform helping her on with her +wraps, she held up her face to feel the stray flakes +blowing cold and soft against it. He smiled at +her childish delight in them, and seeing the smile +she started up the narrow path ahead of him, +laughing over her shoulder.</p> + +<p>"There's no use denying it," she called back. +"When I want to be the propah dignified young +lady I'll have to stay in town. Just the smell of the +country, the fresh earth, the fallen leaves, has such +a rejuvenating effect that I want to tuck up my +skirts and skip and run as I used to."</p> + +<p>"Come on," he exclaimed gaily, falling in with +her mood. "I'll race you to that dead sycamore +up the road."</p> + +<p>She looked up at him, her face dimpling as she +noticed how he towered above her and how broad +were the shoulders in the big overcoat. Then she +shook her head sadly.</p> + +<p>"Nevah again, Bobby! We're too old and dignified. +I'd almost as soon think of racing with +the Judge as with you now. What if somebody +should see us? They'd be shocked to death.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> +There's some one now," she added, peering forward +through the dusk.</p> + +<p>"Only old Unc' Andy coming back from his +rabbit traps," answered Rob, as the grizzled old +coloured man shuffled nearer. Uncle Andy had +been the gardener at Oaklea more years than Lloyd +could remember, and now as he stepped out of the +path with elaborate courtesy to let her pass, she +delighted his soul by stopping with a friendly inquiry +about himself and family.</p> + +<p>"Lawd, if it aint the Little Cun'l herself!" he +chuckled. "All growed up and a bloomin' like a +piney! I reckon, Miss Lloyd, youse forgot the +time that you pulled up all the pansies in my flowah +beds 'cause you said they was makin' faces at you."</p> + +<p>"No, indeed, Uncle Andy," she answered with +a laugh, and started to pass on. But the encounter +with the old servant seemed somehow to set her +back among the days when she had been almost +as much at home at Oaklea as she was at The Locusts, +and prompted by some sudden impulse she +called over her shoulder as she had often called +then: "Unc' Andy, tell Mrs. Moore that Mistah +Rob won't be home for dinnah. He's going to +stay at The Locusts."</p> + +<p>It was a familiar message although it had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span> +several years since Andy had heard it. He looked +back bowing and scraping, and then walked on +chuckling to himself.</p> + +<p>Taken by surprise, Rob did not remonstrate +when she thus took his consent for granted. If +she had waited to ask his permission to send such +a message home he would have made some excuse +to decline, and then left her at the gate. That night +under the measuring tree when he listened to her +singing he had resolutely made up his mind to keep +out of the way of temptation. Since then he had +become convinced that she was engaged to Leland +Harcourt and had put her out of his dreams as far +as possible. Now that she had left him no choice, +he gladly accepted the opportunity that fate seemed +to throw in his way, and gave himself up to the +enjoyment of it.</p> + +<p>The fitful snow had stopped falling again by the +time they reached the gate, and the stars were beginning +to glimmer through the bare branches of +the locust-trees. As Lloyd looked up the avenue, +and saw the lights from many windows streaming +out across the white-pillared porch into the winter +night, her gay mood suddenly changed to one +of intense feeling.</p> + +<p>"Isn't it deah?" she said in a low voice. "I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> +nevah had it come ovah me so overwhelmingly, +how good it is to come back to the things that nevah +change—that nevah fail! The home-lights and +the home-loves, the same old trees and the same +old sta'hs and the same old chum!"</p> + +<p>Rob made no answer, but his silence was only +another proof to Lloyd that she had found her old +chum unchanged. He never answered at the times +when she knew he felt most deeply. Rob's silences +expressed more sometimes than other people's +speeches.</p> + +<p>He was talkative enough at dinner, however, and +between them he and Lloyd made the meal such +a lively one that the old Colonel heaved a sigh when +it was over.</p> + +<p>"I'd give a good deal if our whist club didn't +meet to-night," he said in response to Lloyd's question. +"I surely would have asked them to postpone +it if I had known you were coming out to-night."</p> + +<p>"Suahly not a time-honahed institution like +that!" exclaimed Lloyd teasingly, "and when it's +yoah turn to entahtain it. Rob, we haven't found +out what refreshments mothah has for them. +Think of wasting all this time without knowing."</p> + +<p>It had always been a matter of interest with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span> +them in earlier times to have a finger in this particular +pie. It was one thing in which Mrs. Sherman +was most careful to humour her father's +whims, and she always pleased him by giving her +personal attention to the dainty little suppers which +she served after the game.</p> + +<p>Lloyd led the way to the pantry and they lifted +covers and opened doors, smelling and peering +around till they unearthed all the tempting dishes +that had been so carefully prepared for the occasion.</p> + +<p>"We'll be in at the end," warned Lloyd as the +Colonel's old cronies began to arrive, "and in the +meantime I'll pop some cawn. I used to think that +old Majah Timberly came for my cawn as much +as he did for the game."</p> + +<p>To his great annoyance a telephone message +called Mr. Sherman over to the Confederate Home. +He had looked forward to a quiet evening in front +of the great log fire, and was loath to leave the +cosy room and cheerful company. Presently some +household matters claimed Mrs. Sherman's presence +up-stairs, and she too had to go, leaving Lloyd +at the piano, playing runs and trills and snatches of +songs as a sort of undercurrent to their conversation. +Rob in a big armchair in front of the fire, looking<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span> +comfortable enough to want to purr, glanced around +the familiar old room that long association had +made as dear to him as home.</p> + +<p>"Why don't you read your letters?" he asked, +his gaze happening to rest on a pile of various sized +envelopes lying on the table near him, all bearing +Lloyd's name.</p> + +<p>She turned around on the piano stool and held +out her hand for them as he rose to take them to +her.</p> + +<p>"I forgot all about the possibility of there being +any mail for me," she said, tearing open the first +one. "This is from Betty. I know you want to +hear that, so I'll read it aloud."</p> + +<p>Crossing the room she seated herself under one +of the silver sconces in the chimney corner, so that +the candlelight fell on the paper. She had never +relinquished the idea that came to her on her return +from school that Rob was growing especially fond +of Betty. It seemed to her such a desirable state +of affairs that she longed to deepen his interest in +her.</p> + +<p>"I am not being carried to the skies on flowery +beds of ease, by any manner of means," wrote +Betty. "Life at Warwick Hall as a pupil is one +thing. It is quite another to be a teacher. But I'm<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span> +gaining experience and that's what I came for, and +best of all I'm having some little successes that +make me take heart and feel like attempting more. +I have had two little sketches of school-girl life +accepted and <i>paid for</i> (mark the paid for) by the +<i>Youth's Companion</i>, and a request for more. +'<i>True hope is swift and flies with swallows' wings. +Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.</i>' +You can imagine how happy I am over it, and what +castles in the air I am already building again."</p> + +<p>It was a long newsy letter, telling of a reception +she had attended at the White House, to which +she took half a dozen girls in Madam Chartley's +place, and describing a famous lecturer who had +been at the Hall the day before.</p> + +<p>"Betty's a girl in a thousand!" said Rob approvingly +as she slipped the letter back in its envelope. +"She's a dear little piece, with sense and +pluck enough for a dozen."</p> + +<p>His hearty tone confirmed Lloyd's suspicions, +and she looked as pleased as if he had paid her a +compliment instead of Betty. She led him on to +express a still deeper appreciation, by telling of +some of the things that Elise Walton had written +home about Betty's kindness to the new girls and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span> +how they all adored her. Then she opened the next +letter.</p> + +<p>"From Phil Tremont," she said, glancing down +the page. "He's back in New York and has just +seen Eugenia, who is still delighted with housekeeping, +and makes an ideal home for Stewart and +the doctor. And he's seen Joyce," she added, turning +the page, "and Joyce is as happy as a clam, +struggling along with a lot of art-students in a flat, +and really doing well with her book-cover designs +and illustrations."</p> + +<p>She read a paragraph aloud here and there, then +hastily looked over the last part in silence, laying +it down with a little sigh. Rob glanced up inquiringly. +"I wish he wouldn't make such a to-do +about my writing moah regularly. It makes a +task of a correspondence instead of a pleasuah, to +know that every two weeks, rain or shine, I'm expected +to send an answah. I like to write if I can +choose my own time, and wait till the spirit moves +me, but I despise to be nagged into doing it."</p> + +<p>"You write to Betty every week," he suggested.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sometimes twice or three times. But that's +different. I haven't seen Phil for two yeahs and +when you don't see people for a long time you +can't keep in touch with them."</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span></p> + +<p>"The song says, 'Absence makes the heart grow +fonder,'" quoted Rob mischievously.</p> + +<p>"Maybe it does if you're old friends, and have +lots to remembah togethah, but it seems to me that +absence builds up a sawt of wall between people +sometimes, especially if you've known each othah +only a little while, and at a time when you're both +growing up and changing all the time. Do you +know," she added musingly, dropping the letter +into her lap and leaning forward to gaze into the +fire, "I believe if Phil and I had been togethah +daily I'd have grown awfully fond of him. When +we were out on the desert in Arizona, I was only +fou'teen that spring, he was my ideal of all that was +lovely and romantic, and I believe if it hadn't been +for those talks Papa Jack and I used to have about +Hildegarde and her weaving, I'd have done like +foolish Hertha, cut my web for him then and there. +I did imagine for awhile that he was a prince, and +the one written for me in the sta'hs."</p> + +<p>"And now?" asked Rob, in a low tone, as if +afraid of interrupting the confession she was making +more to the fire and herself than to him.</p> + +<p>"Now," she answered, "when he came back +to be best man at Eugenia's wedding I still liked +him awfully well, but I could see that my ideals<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span> +had changed and that they didn't fit him any moah +'as the falcon's feathahs fit the falcon.' Still I +don't know, maybe if we had been thrown togethah +a great deal from the time I first met him, it might +have been different, but as I say, absence made a +sawt of wall between us and we seem to be growing +farthah and farthah apart."</p> + +<p>"And now you're sure he's not the one the stars +have destined for you?"</p> + +<p>"Perfectly suah," she answered with a laugh, +then leaning back in the chimney corner again, +opened the third letter. The envelope slipped to +the floor as she read, and stooping over to return +it, he saw quite unintentionally that it bore a South +American stamp. She was reading so intently +that she did not notice when he laid it in her lap, +but as soon as she finished she tossed it into the +fire without a word. Her face flushed and her +eyes had an angry light in them. As she caught +his grave look, she shrugged her shoulders with a +careless little laugh, to hide the awkward pause, +and then said lightly:</p> + +<p>"I think Mammy Eastah's fortune will come +true. There won't be any prince in my tea-cup."</p> + +<p>"Why?"</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Wait till I get the cawn-poppah and I'll tell +you."</p> + +<p>She was back in a moment with the popper and +several ears of corn which she divided with Rob, +and started to shell into the big dish which she +placed on the floor between them. She shelled in +silence a moment or two.</p> + +<p>"It's this wintah in society that's given me that +opinion," she said finally. "The view I've had +of it through my Hildegarde mirror. The knights +have come riding, lots of them, and maybe among +them I might have found my prince in disguise, but +the shadows of the world blurred everything. Out +heah in the country I'd grown up believing that it's +a kind, honest old world. I'd seen only its good +side. I took my conception of married life from +mothah and Papa Jack, Doctah Shelby and Aunt +Alicia, and yoah fathah and mothah. They made +me think that marriage is a great strong sanctuary, +built on a rock that no storm can hurt and no +trouble move. But this wintah I found that that +kind of marriage has grown out of fashion. It's +something to jest about, and it's a mattah of scandal +and divorce and unhappiness. Sometimes it +made me heart-sick, the tales I heard and the things +I saw. I came to little Mary Ware's conclusion, +that it's safah to be an old maid."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 413px;"> +<img src="images/i006.jpg" width="413" height="500" alt="popping corn" /> +<span class="caption">"SHE POURED THE CORN INTO THE POPPER AND BEGAN TO SHAKE IT OVER THE RED COALS."</span> +</div> + +<p>Drawing a low stool nearer the fire, she poured +the corn into the popper and began to shake it over +the red coals.</p> + +<p>"It's dreadful to be disillusioned," said Rob, +smiling at her serious face. "That's one reason +why I keep so 'far from the madding crowd.' My +old friends have been good about remembering me +with invitations and I've been sorely tempted to +accept some of them just to see what kind of a +show was going on. But I couldn't accept one and +refuse another and I couldn't afford to go in wholesale; +carriages and flowers and the bummed up +feeling that follows make it too expensive for a +poor man like me. It's nearly over now, I suppose, +anyway."</p> + +<p>"Yes, the fancy dress ball on Valentine's night +will be the last big thing befoah Lent."</p> + +<p>"Who is to be your escort?"</p> + +<p>"Mistah Whitlow, probably. He hasn't asked +me yet, but he saw Aunt Jane this mawning and +told her not to let me make any engagement, for +he was coming to ask me as soon as I got back to +town Monday."</p> + +<p>"Bartrom Whitlow!" exclaimed Rob, shifting<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a><br /><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span> +his easy lounging position to an upright one, and +looking very stern. "Lloyd, you don't mean to +say you're going with <i>that</i> man! He isn't fit to +be invited to decent people's houses, much less fit +to shake hands with their daughters. Some of the +others are bad enough, goodness knows, but he is +the limit. You simply can't go with him."</p> + +<p>"Well, you needn't ro'ah so," exclaimed Lloyd +with a little pout, as if she resented his dictatorial, +big-brother tone. Secretly it pleased her, for it +had been a long time since she had heard it.</p> + +<p>"Rather than let you go with him I'll accept +my invitation and take you myself!"</p> + +<p>"What a sweet martyr-like spirit!" laughed +Lloyd, teasingly. "I certainly feel flattered at the +way you put it, and I appreciate the great sacrifice +you're willing to make for my sake. Of co'se +I don't want to go with Mistah Whitlow if that's +the kind of man he is, but it seems rathah late in +the day to raise a row. He's called on me several +times this wintah and sent me flowahs and danced +with me, just as he does with all the othah girls. I +know Aunt Jane believes he is all right, because she +is very particulah about my company. I can't see any +way to get out of going with him as long as she's +given him to undahstand that I would, but for me<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span> +to hold you to yoah offah and make you make a +martyr of yoahself on the altah of friendship."</p> + +<p>"You know very well, Lloyd Sherman, <i>no</i> fellow +would count it martyrdom to escort the most +popular débutante of the season to the last great +function."</p> + +<p>She opened her eyes wide, astonished at such an +unusual thing as a compliment from Rob.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I'm just quoting," he added to tease her. +"That's what I heard an enthusiastic admirer of +yours call you on the car this evening. But I'm +in dead earnest, too. My offer is a sincere one."</p> + +<p>"Very well," responded Lloyd quickly, "I'll hold +you to it. I suppose you've seriously considahed it. +You'll have to go in fancy costume, you know."</p> + +<p>His face showed plainly that he had not thought +how much his offer involved, but after an instant's +hesitation he made a wry grimace and laughed. +"That's all right. I die game. I haven't been to +anything for two years, but I'll see you through +on this deal. 'I'll never desert Micawber.' Name +the character I'm to represent and I'll get the costume."</p> + +<p>"I think a Teddy beah would be most in keeping +if you're going to glowah and growl the way you +did a moment ago, or anything fierce and furious;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span> +Bluebeard for instance. That would be fine, and I'll +carry a bloody key and you can drag me around +by the hair as an object lesson to all thoughtless +girls who weave their mantles to fit unworthy shouldahs +instead of using their yah'd sticks to do it +right."</p> + +<p>"That old tale seems to worry you a lot, Lloyd."</p> + +<p>"It does," she confessed. "I've thought about +it every day this wintah. Now this is all ready for +the salt and buttah," she added as the last grain +in the wire cage burst into snowy bloom. "I'll take +it ovah to the old gentlemen while it's hot. You +can be popping the next lot while I'm gone."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Sherman joined them presently, and the +question of costumes was settled. "There's no +use of yoah going to any expense for one," said +Lloyd, with her usual delicate consideration. +"There are trunkfuls of lovely things still in the +attic. Come ovah next week and we'll look through +them."</p> + +<p>So it came to pass that the old intimacy was, in +a measure, resumed, for several calls were necessary +to complete the arrangements for Valentine night. +That those arrangements were highly satisfactory +might have been inferred from the account of the +affair which appeared in the Society columns next<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span> +day, in which Miss Sherman and Mr. Rob Moore +were awarded the palm for the most unique and +striking costumes. They had gone as Bluebeard +and his beautiful Fatima. It was the crowning +good time of the season, Lloyd declared, for Rob +under cover of his disguise entered into the spirit +of the occasion with all his old zest, and when Rob +tried, nobody could be better company than he. +After that he fell into the way of an occasional call +at The Locusts. He was too busy to spare many +evenings, but when Lloyd came back to the Valley, +nearly every Sunday afternoon was spent in their +old way, taking long tramps together through the +quiet country lanes and winter woods.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>THE MIRACLE OF BLOSSOMING</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> beginning of Lent was the end of all the +social gaieties and most of the girls who had flittered +through the season with Lloyd fluttered away +like a bevy of scattered butterflies to various resorts +on the Florida coast. Kitty departed to make her +long-talked-of visit to Gay in San Antonio, Katie +Mallard went with an invalid aunt to Biloxi, and +Lloyd came back to the country. She was almost +as much alone as she had been that winter when she +had not been allowed to return to Warwick Hall +after the Christmas vacation.</p> + +<p>True, Allison was at home after her interesting +trip abroad, with the MacIntyres, and Lloyd spent +many hours at The Beeches. But Raleigh Claiborne's +sister from Washington was there on a visit +part of the time, and Raleigh himself made several +flying trips, and although Allison's engagement +made her doubly interesting to the younger girls,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span> +it seemed to rise up as a sort of wall between them +and their old intimacy. She had so many new interests +now that she did not enter quite so heartily +into the old ones.</p> + +<p>So it came about that Lloyd fell quite naturally +into her former habit of dropping in to see Mrs. +Bisbee and Mrs. Apwell and all the other old ladies, +who welcomed her with open arms. One blowy +afternoon in March she took her embroidery and +went to sit with Mrs. Bisbee awhile, beside the +window that Mrs. Walton had laughingly dubbed +the "window in Thrums." The old lady, growing +chatty and confidential over her quilt-piecing, seemed +so unusually companionable, that Lloyd remarked:</p> + +<p>"It really seems as if I'm catching up to you all, +Mrs. Bisbee. As I get oldah everybody else gets +youngah. Why, this wintah mothah has been just +like a sistah. I had no idea she could be so much +fun. We do everything togethah now. I help with +the housekeeping so that she can hurry through +with it early in the mawning and then we practise, +piano and harp, or she plays the accompaniments +for my songs. And then we read French awhile +and we go for long walks and we discuss every +subject undah the sun, just as Betty and I used to +do. And we plan things to do in the deliciously<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span> +long cosy evenings—surprises, you know, for +grandfathah and Papa Jack. I believe I'm enjoying +this pah't of my yeah bettah than the first."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bisbee looked out of the window wistfully +at nothing.</p> + +<p>"That's the way that it used to be here when +daughter was at home," she sighed. "Sometimes I +think if I'd had the planning of the universe I'd +have fixed it differently. Just when your little girl +is grown up to be a comfort and a joy, and the best +company in the world, some man steps in and takes +her away from you. I had daughter to myself only +one short year after she got through school. Then +she married. Of course it would have been selfish +to have stood in the way of her happiness, yet—"</p> + +<p>She shook her head with another sigh, and left +the sentence unfinished. "I have often wondered +how I could have stood it if her marriage had been +an unhappy one, like poor Amy Cadwell's. You +know her."</p> + +<p>"Only slightly," answered Lloyd, recalling a face +that always aroused her interest; a face with thin +compressed lips and watchful defiant eyes, that +seemed to have grown so from the long guarding +of a family skeleton.</p> + +<p>It was not gossip the way Mrs. Bisbee told the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span> +story, only the plain recital of a sad bit of human +history that had fallen under her observation. The +cloud of it rested on Lloyd's face as she listened.</p> + +<p>"That's the worst thing about growing up," she +exclaimed bitterly when Mrs. Bisbee paused, "the +finding out that everybody isn't good and happy as +I used to think they were. Lately, just these last +few months that I've been out in society I've heard +so much of people's jealousies and rivalries and +meannesses and insincerity, that I'd sometimes be +tempted to doubt everybody, if it were not for my +own family and some of the people out in this +little old Valley that I've trusted all my life.</p> + +<p>"There's Minnie Wayland, whose engagement +was announced last month to Mistah Maybrick. I +don't see how she dares marry when her own fathah +and mothah made such a failure of it, that they can't +live togethah, and Mistah Maybrick's wife got a +divorce from him on account of some dreadful scandal +the papahs were full of. I couldn't go up and +wish her joy when the othah girls did. She talked +about it in such a flippant mattah of business way, +as if millions atoned for everything. One of the girls +laughed at me for taking it so seriously, and said +that matches aren't made in heaven nowadays, and +that I'd have to get ovah my old-fashioned Puritanical<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span> +notions and ideals if I expected to keep up +with the sma'ht set. I thought for awhile that +maybe it was only the sma'ht set who are that way, +but what you've just told me about Mrs. Cadwell, +and what I've heard lately about several families +right in our own little neighbahhood, shows that +it's <i>all</i> a bad old world, and these yeahs I've been +thinking it so good I've been blind and ignorant. I +suppose it's for the best, but I'm sorry sometimes +that my eyes have been opened."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bisbee sighed again at her vehemence, and +then quite unexpectedly piped up in a thin tremulous +voice, with one of the songs of her youth. In a +high minor key and full of quavers, it was so ridiculous +that they both laughed.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'I sat beneath a hollow tree,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The blast it hollow blew.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I thought upon the hollow world,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And all its hollow crew.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Ambition and its hollow schemes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The hollow hopes we follow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The world and all its hollow dreams—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">All hollow, hollow, hollow!'"</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"That's the way it seems to you now," she said. +"It's the reaction. But you mustn't let it make you +pessimistic. When you get to feeling like that you'll +have to do like old Abraham did, quit looking at all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span> +the sinners in Sodom, and hunt around for the ten +good men."</p> + +<p>A whole row of Sunday-school lessons rose up in +Mrs. Bisbee's mind. She had taught a class for +thirty years in the vine-covered stone church whose +spire she could see from her window, and Lloyd was +used to her startling and unexpected application of +Scripture texts.</p> + +<p>"Or better still," she continued, "turn your back +on entire Sodom, and look away to the plains where +the faithful pitched their tents. The world is full +of that kind of people to-day as it was then, the +faithful who never join themselves to the idols of +the heathen, but who tend their flocks and live good +peaceful lives, and in all their journeyings, wherever +they go, <i>raise an altar to the Lord</i>.</p> + +<p>"It's the marriages that are founded on <i>that</i> rock +that never fall," she added reverently, her mind +skipping from the tent-dwellers of Genesis to the +wise builder in the parables with the ease of long +practice. "'<i>And the rain descended, and the floods +came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; +and it fell not; for it was founded upon a rock.</i>'"</p> + +<p>"Sometimes just the wife's part is built on it. +She's the only one that raises the altar. Sometimes +the man is the one. Of course that's better than all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span> +being on the sand, and saves many a marriage from +being the wreck it would have been if they'd left God +out of it altogether. There! I never did think it all +out in words quite as straight and clear and convincing +to myself before. But I've often had the +idea come to me when I'd be sitting in church looking +at old Judge Moore's white head in the front +pew, and thinking of the trouble <i>he'd</i> had—the +sorrow and accidents and misfortune that have beat +on <i>his</i> house—and his faith standing up bigger +and stronger than ever. Even his wife's death +couldn't shake it."</p> + +<p>Here she paused to lean nearer the window and +nod and smile at some one driving past the house.</p> + +<p>"It's Agnes Waring," she explained, as Lloyd +looked up too late. "Or Agnes Bond, I should say. +I never can remember to call her that, although she's +been married over two years. Now <i>there's</i> a happy +marriage if ever there was one. The good old-fashioned +sort like the Judge's, for they're both of +the faithful. And do you know, my dear," she continued +lightly, "I shall always hold you responsible +for that. It was your making such a picture out +of Agnes at that Martha Washington affair that +brought her out of her shell and gave John Bond a +chance to discover her. Miss Sarah thinks so too.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span> +By the way, she was here yesterday, and she told +me that she has about consented to break up housekeeping +and go to live with Agnes. It's so lonely +for her since poor Miss Marietta died."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know," said Lloyd softly, thinking of the +happy release that had come to Miss Marietta only +the week before.</p> + +<p>"Now, there was another case," resumed Mrs. +Bisbee. "Nobody who saw her lying there in that +beautiful dress that was to have been her wedding +gown, and with that wonderful smile lighting up her +face, could doubt what sort of a foundation she and +Murray Cathright built on. That was a love that +outlasted time and reached past even death into +eternity itself. So don't you go to doubting that +it doesn't exist any more, my dear."</p> + +<p>Lloyd made one more call on the way home, stopping +in at the Apwalls' with a magazine which Mrs. +Bisbee had asked her to leave. Oddly enough the +conversation turned to the same subject that she and +Mrs. Bisbee had been discussing, but she went away +in a very different mood from the one in which she +left the first place. Old Mr. Apwall irritated her. +He was in one of his sprightly facetious humours, +when he delighted in making personal remarks in a +teasing way.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, my little lady," he began. "I hear you've +had a whole string of admirers dangling in your +wake this last year. Oh, you needn't deny it!" +he added, shaking a finger at her in a way he considered +playful. "We've heard the gossip about +that young Texas fellow and that man from the +North who nearly wore out his private car coming +down to see you every whip-stitch and that old duck +from Cincinnati that you refused. Refused them +all! Oh, yes, you did, though. We heard about +it. But you must remember the story of the lass +who went through the forest looking for a straight +stick. She kept throwing them away and throwing +them away, getting harder to please at every step, +until she'd gone through the whole forest, and had +to pick up a crooked one at the last."</p> + +<p>He laughed childishly at his own tale. "Look +out that you don't get a crooked stick!"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Apwall broke in sourly. "That's about all +there is left lying around to choose from these days, +to <i>my</i> notion. But land sakes, Alexander, quit teasing +the child. You talk as if all her chances are +gone by and that she's doomed to be an old maid. +The happiest lot of all, <i>I</i> say, for there's no man +living but has some crook in him, and most of 'em<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span> +are all crookedness." She darted a warlike glance +in his direction.</p> + +<p>Lloyd left as soon as she could get away politely, +wondering how they had heard so much of her +affairs. She had refused both proposals, but she +didn't know that any one outside the family knew +anything about it. She wondered now if she had +been over particular, for the crook that Mrs. Apwall +insisted was in every man was only a slight one in +the case of the owner of the private car, principally +a matter of little refinements of speech and appearance +which one had a right to expect of a man in +his position and whose lack argued to a dainty girl +like Lloyd some corresponding coarseness of nature. +She had seen the other man slightly intoxicated one +night at a theatre party, and could never quite forget +the maudlin smile with which he poured out complimentary +speeches by the wholesale.</p> + +<p>The conversation at the Apwalls' brought back +two very disagreeable occasions that she did not care +to remember, and she made up her mind as she +walked rapidly along towards home that it would be +many a day before she went back there. They +always gave her a gloomy impression of life.</p> + +<p>The roads were so muddy that she had to take +to the railroad track, stepping from one cross-tie to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span> +another to avoid the sharp cinders between. Presently +she found herself walking along the rail as she +and Betty used to do on the way to school, balancing +themselves with outstretched arms and counting how +many steps they could take without slipping off. +That was the way she and Rob had taken their walk +the week before. It had been too muddy to go anywhere +save along the track and they had walked the +cross-ties for two miles in the face of a keen March +wind. It was soft and balmy to-day, fluttering her +hair and skirts in a playful way wholly unlike the +boisterous flapping with which it had ushered in the +month.</p> + +<p>As she went along she peered into fence corners +and up at the budding branches, happy over every +sign of spring. If the roads were dry enough by +the end of the week she and Rob intended to take +a long tramp through Tanglewood in search of +wild flowers. Anemones, harebells and spiderwort, +foxgloves and dog-tooth violets, she knew them all, +and the haunts where they came the earliest. She +rarely gathered them, but went from one hiding-place +to another for a glimpse of their shy faces, +welcoming them as she would old friends. Lloyd +loved the woods like an Indian, and one of the most +satisfactory things about Rob's companionship was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span> +that he enjoyed them in the same way. Often they +tramped along, scarcely saying a word a mile, finding +the vibrant silences of the wood better than +speech, and their mutual pleasure in them sufficient. +After the winter in town, which had been an unusually +cold and severe one, Lloyd longed for the +beginning of spring, and from the call of the first +robin and the budding of the first pussy-willow, +spent as much time as possible out of doors.</p> + +<p>April came in with a week of sunny days which +hurried everything into luxuriant leafage and bud. +When Rob came over one warm day for his usual +Sunday afternoon walk, the whole world seemed +so near the verge of bursting into full bloom that +the very air was aquiver with its half-whispered +secrets. Faint delicious odours stole up from the +moist earth and the green growing things that +crowded up out of it. Even the old locusts, conscious +of a hidden wealth of sweetness which was +soon to make a glory of their gnarled branches, +nodded in sympathy with all that was young and +riotous.</p> + +<p>There were so many things to discover near at +hand that Lloyd and Rob sauntered about the place +first, before starting farther afield. There were +spring beauties covering the little knolls in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span> +pasture, like a fall of rosy snow. There were +violets down by the ice-house, and early columbines +starting out from the crevices of the rockery, holding +up slender stems, whereon by and bye their +airy blossoms would poise like a flock of light-winged +butterflies. Lloyd, happy over every tiny +frond she found unfolding itself in the fern bed, and +every yellow dandelion that added its mite of gold +to the young year's coffers, was so absorbed in her +quest that she did not notice any difference in Rob's +manner.</p> + +<p>He walked along beside her, saying little, but with +the same air of repressed eagerness that the whole +April day seemed to share, as if like the locusts, he +too was conscious of some inner wealth of bloom, +some secret happiness whose time for sharing with +the spring had not yet come. Once when he answered +her enthusiastic discovery of a snowdrop +with only an absent-minded monosyllable, she +glanced up at him curiously. There was such a +light in his eyes and such an unwonted tenderness in +his expression that she wondered what he could be +thinking about.</p> + +<p>Across the pasture they went, down through the +orchard where the peach-trees were turning pink +and the clusters of tiny white plum buds were already<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span> +calling the bees, and around again to the +beech-grove at the back of the house. It was a +sweet flower-starred way, and Lloyd, bubbling over +with the spirit of the hour, began to hum a happy +little tune. Suddenly she stopped short in the path, +turning her head slightly with the alert motion of a +young fawn.</p> + +<p>"What is it that smells so delicious?" she demanded. +"It's almost heavenly, it's so sweet." +Then after another long indrawn breath, "I'd +think it was lilies-of-the-valley if it were any place +but out heah on the edge of the wood-lot. They +<i>couldn't</i> be way out heah. It must be some rare +kind of wild flowah we've nevah discovered."</p> + +<p>Leaving the path, they both began searching +through the underbrush, pushing aside the dead +leaves, and stooping now and then to examine some +plant that did not seem entirely familiar.</p> + +<p>"I'm positive it's a <i>white</i> flowah," declared +Lloyd, closing her eyes and drawing in another +breath of the faint, elusive fragrance. "Only a +white flowah could have such an ethereal odah. It +makes you think of white things, doesn't it? Snow +crystals and angel wings! Oh, they <i>are</i> lilies-of-the-valley!" +she cried the next instant, stooping<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> +over a bed of green from which Rob was raking +the dead leaves with a stick.</p> + +<p>"And don't you remembah now," she cried, her +eyes like eager stars as she recalled the incident, +"<i>we</i> planted them heah ourselves, yeahs ago. I remembah +digging up a whole apronful of some +thrifty green things out of the flowah bed undah +yoah mothah's window and lugging them ovah home +all the way from Oaklea. You planted them in this +place for me, because we thought we'd build a play-house +heah, but aftahwards we changed our minds +and built it by the grape-vine swing."</p> + +<p>"It seems to me I do have a faint recollection of +something of that sort," Rob answered. "I know +I had a row with Unc' Andy once for digging up +some of his pet borders and transplanting them over +here, but I didn't know they were lilies."</p> + +<p>"I suppose we didn't know because we nevah +happened to wandah this way aftahward when they +were in bloom," she continued, seating herself beside +them and parting the thickest sheaths of green +to reveal the perfect white flowers hidden away +among them. Throwing aside her hat, she bent +over to thrust her face into their midst, revelling in +the purity and exquisite fragrance.</p> + +<p>"There's nothing like them!" she exclaimed, so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span> +intent on the beauty of the tiny white bells that +she did not see the expression with which Rob was +looking down on her. There was a likeness between +the two, he was thinking, the white-gowned +girl and the white, white blossoms. They seemed +spiritually akin. She touched one of the racemes +softly.</p> + +<p>"It's a miracle, isn't it!" she said in a low, reverent +tone.</p> + +<p>"A miracle that anything so sweet and white and +perfect can suddenly come into being like this. It +must have made those old lily bulbs wondah at themselves +the first time they unfolded and woke up to +find that such a heavenly thing had happened to +them,—their hearts filled with this unearthly +beauty and sweetness. Don't you suppose it made +the whole world seem different, that they're not +yet done wondering ovah the surprise and joy of +it?"</p> + +<p>She said it with a shy side-glance as if half-afraid +he would laugh at such a childish fancy. Then she +looked up startled, at the unexpected intensity of his +answer.</p> + +<p>"I <i>know</i> it made the whole world different," he +said in such a strange exultant voice that she hardly +knew it for Rob's. Dropping to one knee beside her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span> +he singled out one of the lilies just beginning to +burst from its sheath, and folded it close shut again +in its green leaves.</p> + +<p>"Look!" he said in the same exultant voice. +"That's the way I've been for years, with something +hidden away in my heart, unrecognized at first, +then its sweetness only half-guessed at. And I kept +it hid, and I thought never to tell you. But this +morning in church it happened to <i>me</i>, this miracle of +blossoming. I was sitting looking at you as I've +done a thousand times before, and all of a sudden +it came over me, just as sweet and unexpected as the +bursting of these lilies, the knowledge that life is +dear and the world beautiful because <i>you</i> are in it. +I think I've always held the thought of you in my +heart, Lloyd, but it has come to such full flower +now, dear, I couldn't hide it from you long, even if +I tried. It seems to me now that all of my life must +have been a gradual growing up for this one thing—to +love you!"</p> + +<p>Then his face, glowing with an eager gladness +that almost transfigured it, paled a little before the +mute misery in hers.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Rob!" she stammered, finding it hard to +believe that she had heard aright. "<i>Don't</i> tell me<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span> +that! I've always loved you deahly, but not <i>that</i> +way." Then as she saw all the light fade out of his +eyes and his face settle into grim stern lines, she +reached out both hands crying, "Oh, you deah old +Bobby! I wouldn't have had it happen for the world! +I can't <i>beah</i> to hurt you this way!"</p> + +<p>Her eyes filled and two big tears splashed down +on the hands she had thrust impulsively into his. +With a gentleness that stirred her even more than +his words had done, he bent and touched them with +his lips.</p> + +<p>"Never mind, dear," he said with a great tenderness +that brought a sob up into her throat. "Don't +think of it any more if it makes you unhappy. If +you could have loved me it would have been heaven, +but as you can't we won't talk about it any more. +And—I still have my miracle. Nothing can +change that."</p> + +<p>She could not answer, the tears came crowding +so fast, and as they walked back towards the house +together all the brightness seemed to have dropped +out of the April day. The sweetness of the lilies +still followed them, however, and when she glanced +around, wondering why, she saw that Rob still held +the one he had knelt to pick for her. He twirled it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> +absently in his fingers, but as they parted at the steps +he held it out to her with a smile so tender and full +of understanding, that another sob came up in her +throat and she took it without a word.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>THE ROYAL MANTLE</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> week that followed was an unhappy one for +Lloyd. Everywhere she went it seemed to her that +lilies-of-the-valley were thrust into her face. On +the way to town people got on the car at nearly +every station with great bunches of them that they +were carrying to offices or to their friends. The +florists' windows were full of them. Men passed +her on the street wearing them on their coats, and +even the little shop-girl, who waited on her at the +ribbon counter, had them stuck in her belt. When +she called at Mrs. Bisbee's there was a box of them +growing on her window-sill, and at home the whole +house was permeated by the fragrance that floated +out from the great crystal bowl on the library table. +She could not get away from them, and they kept +Rob constantly in her thoughts.</p> + +<p>She told herself that she had never known anything +quite so considerate and sweet as the way<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span> +he had taken her answer. The more she thought +of his quick putting aside of self in order that she +might not be unhappy, the more it grieved her that +he must be disappointed. She did not see him again +until the following Sunday. He came into church +behind the old Judge and Mrs. Moore, and Lloyd +dropped her eyes to her hymn-book, her heart in +such a flutter that it sent a queer little tingle all +over her. She was afraid to meet his glance, for +fear the consciousness of their last meeting would +send the telltale red to her face.</p> + +<p>In the pew just behind the Moores' sat Katie +Mallard with a girl from Frankfort, who was visiting +her, and as Rob took his seat Lloyd saw the +guest's pretty eyes fixed inquiringly on him. Then +she whispered something to Katie behind her fan. +Instantly the wonder crossed Lloyd's mind what +the newcomer thought of him, and then she wondered +how he would appear to her if she could see +him with the eyes of a stranger, without the intimate +knowledge their long acquaintance had given +her.</p> + +<p>She stole a glance in his direction, as the organist +pulled out the stops and struck the opening +chords of the voluntary. He was certainly good +to look at, and, she concluded, the veriest stranger,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span> +if he were any judge at all of such things, must +see at a glance that his was a strong character, that +he would scorn to do a dishonourable thing and +that the years behind him were clean and honest. +Then with a start she realized that she had been +holding him up to her silver yardstick, and that +he not only met its three requirements, but went far +beyond. He had family, social position, everything +that her father had desired for her save wealth, +and she remembered how earnestly he had added, +on that solemn watch-night, "but all these are +nothing when weighed in the balance with the love +of an honest man."</p> + +<p>This greatest of all had been given her, but she +could not accept because—well, she didn't know +why—but probably because it was just <i>Bobby</i> who +had offered it, and she couldn't think of <i>him</i> as +being the one the stars had destined for her—a +boy that she had made mud pies with. The old +Hildegarde story had been good for her in many +ways, but it had made the prince of her dreams +a vague personality unlike any man she had ever +met. She had never put into words, even to herself, +what she expected him to be like, but the shadowy +image that her imagination sometimes held +up had no flaw like ordinary mortals, no human<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span> +faults and failings. And she would know him +when he came, in some strange, mysterious way +that needed no speech—his coming would be heralded +like Hebe's: "<i>Before her ran an influence +sweet, that bowed my heart like barley bending.</i>"</p> + +<p>The congregation rose for the Gloria and her +eyes met Rob's. For one instant in the quick lighting +of his face she had a revelation of all that his +"miracle of blossoming" meant to him, then he +flashed her a reassuring smile that seemed to say: +"Never mind, old chum. We'll go on just as we've +always done."</p> + +<p>That she had interpreted it aright Lloyd knew +when he came that afternoon as usual and proposed +a walk over past the Lindsey Cabin. He +seemed to have put himself into her place so fully +that he understood just how she felt towards him; +knew that it hurt her to have to withhold the one +great thing he desired, and that his friendship was +still as dear to her as ever. So with a fine consideration +that she was quick to appreciate, he came +back to his old place so naturally, and as such a +matter of course, that it put her at her ease with +him and made it possible for her to ignore the episode +of the lilies as if it had never been.</p> + +<p>May came with its locust blossoms and the birthday<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span> +anniversary that made her "old and twenty." +One of her gifts was a beautiful saddle-horse, and +she began her daily rides again. Several times +when Rob could arrange to leave town earlier than +usual he rode with her.</p> + +<p>Early in June Betty wrote that she was going up +into the pine woods of Maine for her vacation. +She had been offered a position to teach an hour +a day in a sort of summer school, a girls' camp, +and the position had too many advantages to refuse. +She would be back in time for a week or ten +days at The Locusts before the opening of the fall +term at Warwick Hall. Lloyd, who had looked +forward to Betty's companionship for the entire +summer, was sorely disappointed. The same day +that that letter came, Rob told her that he was +going away for awhile. Some investments his +father had made years ago had turned out to be +worth investigating, and he was sure he could dispose +of them advantageously. At any rate he was +going to Birmingham to try. He might be back +in a week or two, and he might be away the entire +month of June. If Betty had been at home probably +Lloyd would not have missed him at all, but +because she had to take so many of her walks and +rides alone, he was often in her thoughts.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I can't expect to have every summah as gay +as last one was," she said to herself one morning, +as she busied herself about her room, changing the +arrangement of the pictures. She leaned over to +dust the ones above her low bookcase. They ran +in a long panel, just above it, the series of garden +fancies that Leland Harcourt had suggested. +It was on a June morning like this almost a year +ago that she had posed for some of them in Doctor +Shelby's old garden. It seemed at least four +times as long as that. She had grown so much +older and wiser. She stooped to look again at the +picture of Darby and Joan, under which was written, +"Hand in hand while our hair is gray." As +she passed her duster lightly over the glass which +covered the two dear old faces, she remembered that +next week this devoted couple were to celebrate their +golden wedding, and that she had promised to let +them "borrow" her for a whole week before, to +help with the preparations.</p> + +<p>An hour later she was opening the gate that led +to the old-fashioned door where the ugly little Chinese +idol still kept guard and held it open. She +found Mrs. Shelby out on her cool upper piazza, +behind the moon-vines, in a low sewing chair. She +was stitching daintily away on a bit of fine linen.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span> +"A wristband for one of Richard's shirts," she +explained, after her first moments of delighted +greeting. "And I'll go right on with it, for I'm +making him a set all by hand for my anniversary +present to him. He's always been so proud of +my needlework and had so much sentiment for the +things I've made myself. I can't begin to tell you +how glad I am to have you here. I've been sitting +here all morning thinking that if my little Alicia +had lived what an interest she would have taken +in all my preparations. I keep forgetting that she +wouldn't be a young girl like you. It's Alicia's +granddaughter who would have been your age."</p> + +<p>It took only a question or two to open the gates +into this gentle old soul's happy yesterdays, and +Lloyd listened and questioned, enjoying the quiet +romance that she gathered bit by bit as one gathers +the posies of an old garden and clasps them into a +full-rounded nosegay.</p> + +<p>"Aunt Alicia," she asked presently, "were you +<i>suah</i> at the time that you were making no mistake? +Didn't you have any doubts or misgivings about +the doctah's being the right one?"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Shelby laughed. "I must confess that I +was a very silly girl who had read so many sentimental +stories that my head was full of dreams of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span> +some faultless being who should appear like the +prince to the Sleeping Beauty and change the whole +world for me with a kiss. It was a long time before +I could recognize him in the disguise of a +poor country doctor. But I think we are apt to be +that way about most things in life, my dear. Familiarity +disguises the real worth of most of our +blessings. We don't appreciate them till we are +forced to miss them for awhile."</p> + +<p>"But what finally showed you?" persisted +Lloyd. "What made you see through the disguise?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, my dear," laughed Mrs. Shelby again. "I +couldn't explain a thing like that! How do these +moon-flowers know what calls them to open, or the +tide when it is time to rise? They <i>feel</i> it, I suppose. +They just <i>know!</i> That is the way it was with me."</p> + +<p>Lloyd came again next day prepared to spend +the week. It would be hard to tell who enjoyed the +visit the most. Gentle Aunt Alicia fluttered around, +hugging the sweet pretence to her heart that for +this little space at least she had a real own daughter +beside her, hers to call upon for any service that +the little Alicia would have gladly tendered. The +old doctor spent every moment he could spare from +his office in the spacious screened porch leading<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span> +from the kitchen, where all the preparations were +carried gaily forward.</p> + +<p>Here, after the invitations were sent, Lloyd spent +her time. Under her supervision the old satin wedding +gown was brought out and aired and pressed +and slightly altered. Its white folds had turned +to a mellow ivory in the years it had been laid away, +just as the sentiment which cherished it had grown +deeper and richer with time. Once as Lloyd intercepted +a glance the old doctor exchanged with his +wife as they brought out these reminders of their +far-away bridal, it made her feel that she was touching +with intimate fingers the heart of a sweet and +tender old romance.</p> + +<p>From the yellowed pages of an old diary, she +read a description of the original wedding feast, +and with an enthusiasm which went ahead of Mrs. +Shelby's own prepared to copy it in every detail +for the golden wedding. Jellies and cakes and +salads, candied rose-leaves and rare spiced confections +that had graced the first were all reproduced +for this great occasion. Lloyd beat eggs and shelled +nuts and stirred icing with a zest, while she planned +the decorations and gave orders right and left to +a household who joyed to do her bidding.</p> + +<p>It was not until next to the last great day that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span> +Mrs. Shelby made the discovery they had overlooked +a certain gold-cake, whose recipe was missing. +"And I don't suppose it's to be found anywhere +in the Valley," she mourned, "unless they've +kept Phronie Moore's old cook-book. She was one +of my bridesmaids, and she made it with her own +hands. It was one of her own special recipes that +she was noted for, and I wouldn't have lost it for +anything."</p> + +<p>"You know the Judge must have kept it, Alicia," +the old doctor gently insisted. "You know the +slightest thing she ever handled was sacred to him, +and it stands to reason that anything she'd taken +so much pride in, and written every page with her +own hands, as you say, would be preserved. No +doubt his daughter-in-law can find it for you without +the least trouble."</p> + +<p>"Even if she could I wouldn't want to borrow +it," began Mrs. Shelby, but Lloyd interrupted +briskly. "I'll fix it all right for you, Aunt Alicia. +I'll run right ovah to Oaklea as soon as Daphne +gets this in the oven, and ask Mrs. Moore to let +me copy the recipe for you."</p> + +<p>So that is how it came about that late that afternoon, +Lloyd opened the great iron gate at Oaklea, +and, following the familiar path under the giant<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span> +oaks, reached the house to which she had long been +a stranger.</p> + +<p>Rob's dog, a fine Gordon setter, came out with a +boisterous barking, but seeing who it was, leaped +up, licking her hands and wagging a friendly welcome. +It seemed as if Rob ought to be somewhere +near. Everything about the place suggested him. +A familiar wide-brimmed gray hat lay on the hall +table, his riding-whip beside it. Up-stairs whither +the coloured maid led her, there were other reminders +of him: Indian clubs and a tennis racquet in +a corner of the hall, and a cabinet holding the various +collections that had been his fads from time +to time.</p> + +<p>"Come in here, dear," called Mrs. Moore from +the depths of a sleepy hollow chair. "I'm too tired +to move, so I knew you'd excuse my sending down +for you to come up-stairs."</p> + +<p>It was Rob's room into which she was ushered. +Mrs. Moore held out both cordial hands without +rising, and drew her down for a kiss.</p> + +<p>"Rob's coming home to-night," she explained, +"so of course everything had to be swept and +garnished for so grand an occasion, and I've nearly +used myself up making things fine in his honour."</p> + +<p>Her eyes filled with tears. "It's the first time<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span> +he's been away since the dear 'Daddy' left us, +and I had no idea four weeks could be such an age. +I'm so excited and happy over his coming that I +can scarcely talk about it calmly. But you know +what a dear good son my 'Robin Adair' is to me, +so you can make allowances for a fond mother's +foolishness."</p> + +<p>It was some moments before Lloyd had an opportunity +to make known her errand, apologizing profusely +for putting her to any exertion when she +was so tired.</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's no trouble," answered Mrs. Moore. "I +think I know right where to put my hand on the +book in father's room. I'll step across the hall and +see."</p> + +<p>Left to herself Lloyd gave a shy glance around +the room, remembering the time when it had been +a familiar playground, but now she had an embarrassed +sense of intruding. Many an hour she had +spent romping in it while Mom Beck and Dinah +gossiped by the fire. They had had their menagerie +and lions' den in that curtained alcove. Here on +the hard-wood floor between the chimney-corner +and the window they had chalked the ring for their +marble games. She leaned over and examined the +floor at her feet with a smile. Those were undoubtedly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span> +the dents that their top-spinning had left. +Mom Beck had told them at the time, no amount +of polishing could ever wipe out such holes.</p> + +<p>The little tin soldiers that used to stand guard +on the window-sill had given place to other things +now. The rocking-horse that had carried them +such long journeys of adventure together had been +stabled for years in the attic at The Locusts. College +trophies and pennants hung on the walls. A +rifle and a shotgun stood in the corner where a +wooden gun and a toy sword used to stay. The +low table and the picture books had given place to +a massive desk and rows on rows of heavy volumes +bound in leather.</p> + +<p>Then she recognized several things belonging to +a later period. There was the shaving-paper case +she made him the day he bought his first razor. +She had been so proud of the monogram she burnt +into the leather. It looked decidedly amateurish to +her now. On the leather couch among its many +cushions was the pillow she had embroidered in +his fraternity colours and sent to him while he was +at college.</p> + +<p>Between the front windows where the desk stood, +and just above it, ran four long rows of photographs +set in narrow panels. Most of them were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span> +group pictures, the first dating back to the time of +her first house-party, and ending with some that had +been taken the week of Eugenia's wedding. It was +like a serial story of all their good times, and hastily +changing her seat she leaned her elbows on the +desk for another look. But the nearer view revealed +something that she had not seen at the first glance. +<i>She</i> was the central figure of every group. It was +<i>her</i> face that one noticed first, laughing back from +every picture.</p> + +<p>Abashed at her discovery, she scuttled back to +her former seat, but not before her quick glance +had showed her another photograph on the desk, +in a silver frame. It was the last one Miss Marks +had taken of her, in her commencement gown. She +did not know that Rob had one of them. She had +not given it to him.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Moore called out something to her from +across the hall, and as she turned to reply she faced +still another picture of herself, this one in an old-fashioned +silver locket swinging from the side of the +mirror. It was the Princess Winsome with the +dove. She was afraid to look any further. She felt +like an eavesdropper, for the very walls were calling +out to her those words of Rob's that she had +been trying for weeks to forget: "All my life seems<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span> +to have been a growing up for this one thing—to +love you!"</p> + +<p>She sprang up with the impulse to leave the room, +to get away from these telltale voices that she had +no right to listen to. But just then Mrs. Moore +came back with the book.</p> + +<p>"You can copy it here at the desk," she said, +laying out a sheet of paper and Rob's big heavy-handled +pen. She did not sit down while Lloyd +wrote the few lines, but stood with her hand on the +back of the chair till she had finished. Then she +said with an amused smile, "I want to show you +something funny, Lloyd. I came across it this +morning while I was looking over some old things +of Rob's. It's your first piece of needlework. You +made it over here one rainy day under Mom Beck's +instructions. It's so long ago I suppose you've forgotten, +but I remember that Rob tried to make one +too, and stuck his fingers so often that he cried and +gave it up, and you gave him yours to comfort him."</p> + +<p>Opening a box which she brought from some +drawer, she took out a sorry little pin-cushion. All +puckered and drawn, its long straggling stitches +scarcely kept in place the cotton with which it was +stuffed. The faded blue silk was streaked and dirty +as if it had been used for a foot-ball at some stage<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span> +of its existence, and the pins that formed the +crooked letter L had rusted in their places. But +that it was accounted something precious, one could +see from the way in which it was tied and wrapped +and carefully put away in this box by itself.</p> + +<p>It was a relief to Lloyd to find that Mrs. Moore +did not attach any significance to the fact that Rob +thus treasured her old gift. She only laughed and +said he was like her in that regard. She couldn't +bear to throw away anything connected with his +childhood. Only that morning she had come across +the little blue shoes that he had learned to walk in, +and nearly cried over them, they recalled so plainly +those happy days.</p> + +<p>"We are both full of sentiment for old things," +she continued. "I believe it will hurt him nearly +as much as me if we decide to leave Oaklea and try +to make a home somewhere else."</p> + +<p>"Leave Oaklea!" repeated Lloyd wonderingly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Rob has had such a splendid opening +offered him in Birmingham that he has been +strongly tempted to move there. Oh, I haven't told +you the good news, have I! He succeeded in selling +that property to a big corporation that needed it to +extend their manufactories, and was able to get such +a fine figure for it that now he can give up that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span> +horrid grind in the hardware business and go away +in the fall for the last year of his law course. He +has studied so hard with his grandfather that this +one year is all that is necessary, and he will be the +youngest lawyer to be admitted to the Louisville +bar when he gets through. His grandfather is +prouder of that possibility than anything else connected +with the boy."</p> + +<p>"But about your going away," began Lloyd, +anxiously, when she had expressed proper interest +in the news. "Oaklea won't be the same place with +strangahs living heah. I can't imagine such a +thing."</p> + +<p>"It isn't settled yet," Mrs. Moore answered cheerfully, +and then rambled on to some other topic. But +Lloyd heard no word of what she was saying. A +sudden panic had seized her at the possibility of +Rob's being taken out of her life for ever. The +bare thought gave her a sinking of the heart and a +sense of desolation such as a little child might have +at being left alone in the dark. As she sat there +trying to imagine how it would seem never to see +him again, such a revelation of her own self came +to her that it sent the colour surging up in her face +and set her heart to fluttering like a startled bird. +She knew now for whom she had been weaving all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span> +these years. This moment of self insight had torn +away the disguise. <i>Her Prince had come into his +kingdom!</i></p> + +<p>A pause in Mrs. Moore's remarks brought the +embarrassing knowledge that she had not heard the +question whose reply was being waited for, and she +started to stammer some incoherent excuse, when +a shrill whistle from below made them both start. +The familiar sound was followed by a joyous barking +from the Gordon setter, and then Rob's voice +called gaily, "Where are you, mother? Six whole +hours ahead of time, just to surprise you!"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Moore sprang up, all her weariness forgotten, +and ran down-stairs to meet him. Lloyd +stood hesitating in the middle of the floor. She +didn't want to intrude on this meeting, yet she +couldn't stay there in his room, the room that babbled +his secrets and reflected him on every side like +a mirror. Still hesitating, then going forward and +halting again, she reached the landing midway on +the stairs and saw him standing with his arm +around his mother, who had forgotten everything +else save the joy of his return.</p> + +<p>Then he glanced up and saw her standing there, +one hand on the polished rail, and her white dress +trailing down the steps behind her. And the late<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span> +afternoon sunshine stealing through the amber +medallion window above her rested with such soft +touch on her fair hair that it seemed that a halo of +dim gold surrounded her. For an instant he +thought he must be dreaming, and stood gazing at +her with a look of happy wonder as if this were only +another vision of the dream-saint always enshrined +in his heart.</p> + +<p>But his next glance showed him that it was Lloyd +in reality, for at his adoring gaze she went all rosy +red, and looked away in shy confusion. Stopping +only for the briefest greeting, she hurried past him, +saying that Aunt Alicia was waiting, and the wonderful +cake wouldn't be done in time, that his +mother would tell him about it, and she'd see him +at the wedding to-morrow.</p> + +<p>What happened afterward was all a sort of +golden haze to Lloyd. The afternoon of the anniversary +came and went. She greeted the guests who +came in a constant stream with their gifts and good +wishes. She sang the old songs when they asked +her to, she saw that every one was served to the +sumptuous refreshments in the dining-room; she +played her rôle of daughter of the house to such +perfection that Aunt Alicia caught her hand +gratefully every time she passed, and followed her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span> +with loving eyes as she flitted from room to room. +She carried away the impression that it was all a +beautiful sacred occasion, for the whole Valley +bared its heart for that little space to show its love +for the good doctor who for half a century had been +its standby in its times of stress and anxiety and +bitter bereavement.</p> + +<p>Yet the only moment that stood out quite clearly +was the one when Rob passed down the receiving +line and stopped for a word about the perfect June +day, and how sweet the white-haired bride of fifty +years looked in her old-time satin gown and white +roses. Lloyd had answered gaily, fluttering her +fan and adjusting the slender bracelet on her arm, +in a careless way, but she had not looked up at him +in her usual straightforward fashion.</p> + +<p>The festivities were not extended into the evening. +Because Aunt Alicia was not strong the invitations +were only for the afternoon, and by sundown +the last guest had departed. Even Lloyd went, saying +merrily that she left them to begin their second +honeymoon, but that she would be back next morning +to help put things in order.</p> + +<p>There was company at The Locusts that night, +some business acquaintances of Mr. Sherman's +whom he had invited to dinner, and who were interested<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span> +in nothing but statistics about the South +and other like stupid things. Tired by the day's +exhausting demands, Lloyd left them when they +went into the drawing-room, and stepping out on +the porch sat down on the steps. The moon was +coming up, turning the locusts to silver.</p> + +<p>Presently she heard the sound of hoof-beats down +the pike, and as she listened a solitary horseman +turned in at the gate. She was not expecting Rob, +but even at that distance she recognized the familiar +slouch of his broad-brimmed hat and the erect way +he sat in the saddle. And she knew before a word +was spoken, the moment he dismounted and stood +before her that he had not come for a call, only to +bring some message. But he did not deliver it at +once, only asked who the guests were, and sat down +beside her on the steps and talked about the trivial +happenings of the afternoon.</p> + +<p>Then a few minutes later she was walking along +beside him under the locusts. The moonlight lay +in silver patches among the black shadows and the +air was heavy with the breath of roses. They +stopped at the old measuring tree, and Rob dropped +the light tone in which he had been jesting, and his +face grew tense in his deep earnestness.</p> + +<p>"It's no use trying any longer, Lloyd," he said<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span> +abruptly. "I can't give you up. The golden wedding +to-day was too much for me." He took a +step nearer. "Dear, isn't there <i>anything</i> I could do +to make myself worthier in your sight? In the old +days knights could go out and <i>prove</i> their valour +and fealty. Couldn't you give me some such +chance? Set me a task? I'd go to the world's end +to do it!"</p> + +<p>Lloyd did not answer for a moment. Leaning +against the trunk of the gnarled locust, she stood +idly tracing the outline of the four-leaf clover that +he had cut beside the date the last time they measured +there. Then she said in a low tone:</p> + +<p>"Yes, you can bring me the diamond leaf that +we've talked about so often. By that token you'd +prove that you were not only a true knight, but +that all these yeahs you've been my prince in disguise."</p> + +<p>He smiled ruefully, thinking she had purposely +set him a hopeless task. They had read the legend +together, and he knew full well that Abdallah found +the diamond leaf of happiness only in Paradise, but +he took out his watch and opened the back of the +case, saying hopefully, "My lucky charm has never +failed me yet, how long will you give me to find +it?"</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span></p> + +<p>She held out her hand for the little talisman, the +four-leaf clover she had given him so many years +ago, but as he picked it up, the dry leaves crumbled +to dust at his touch, and only one fell unbroken +into her outstretched palm.</p> + +<p>"My good omen has failed me when I needed it +most!" he said bitterly, but Lloyd answered shyly, +"No, don't you see? This is the <i>fo'th</i> leaf. You +have brought me what I asked for."</p> + +<p>For an instant he stood there, an incredulous +joy dawning in his face, then grasping the little +hand that closed over the clover, he asked wonderingly, +"And my unworthy shoulders really fit your +royal mantle <i>now</i>, dear? You are sure?"</p> + +<p>She looked up at him then, not a doubt in her +trusting face as she slowly made answer, "Yes, +Rob, 'as the falcon's feathahs fit the falcon!'"</p> + +<p>And then the old locusts, looking down on the +ending of a story that they had watched from its +beginning, stopped their swaying for a space, with +a soft "Sh!" each to each as one lays finger on lip +in holy places.</p><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>CHAPTER XV</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>"AS IT WAS WRITTEN IN THE STARS" AND BETTY'S DIARY</div> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">The</span> lights are out and gone are all the guests." +It is very late, but I must sit up and write the full +account of it while it is all fresh and clear in my +mind. Besides I am too wide awake to sleep even +if I should try. It was a beautiful, beautiful wedding; +but I must go back ever so far if I am to have +no gaps in this record.</p> + +<p>It is three years now since I went away to Warwick +Hall to teach; full, hard years, but so rich in +experiences and so helpful in my work that I'd +gladly go on with them if I were not needed here +at home. But they do need me now that Lloyd is +married and gone, and although she has not gone +far and will be in and out every day, and her room +is just as she left it, and her place will always be +hers, still I am the daughter of the house in many +ways, and can in a measure make up to godmother<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span> +and Papa Jack all they have done for me. I think +they do feel repaid to a great extent by my little +successes and the prospect of more to follow by +and by. It made me so glad and proud when I +heard Papa Jack telling the doctor to-day about the +essays the <i>Atlantic</i> had accepted of mine, and how +pleased he was over the series of sketches that the +New York publishers are going to bring out in +book form in time for the holidays. The same publishers +that refused my poor old novel too.</p> + +<p>It does not seem possible that two years and a +half have gone by since Lloyd wrote to me of her +engagement, but it seemed a long time to look forward +to then. Her father and mother would not +have consented to give her up any sooner even if +Rob had been in a position to ask it. Now he has +been a member of his grandfather's firm for a full +year, and everybody says he is one of the most +promising young lawyers ever admitted to the +Louisville bar. He has gone into his life work as +he went into all his games—to win! And he is so +big and strong and <i>dependable</i>, I know that godmother +and Papa Jack feel perfectly safe in giving +Lloyd up to him. I think that even the old Colonel +finds it a little easier to be reconciled to the idea of +her leaving because he is so fond and proud of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span> +Rob. But he seems to take it to heart more than +any one else.</p> + +<p>Lloyd thought he did, too, and when she first began +to plan her wedding she asked her father if he +would feel hurt if she asked her grandfather instead +of him to go with her to the altar and give her away. +"You know, Papa Jack," she said in that saucy way +of hers that no one about the place can resist, "you +cut him off from the one chance he should have had +to perform that ceremony, by running away with +mothah. So it's only fair you should make it up to +him now by giving him the honah of escorting me. +Besides you and she have each othah, and he feels +so left out and lonely and is making such a deadly +serious affair of my going away."</p> + +<p>Papa Jack saw it from her point of view and was +entirely willing to do as she wished. When the old +Colonel found out what Lloyd wanted, he was so +touched and pleased and complimented that I think +he must have lain awake nights trying to think of +things to show his appreciation. This last week she +called presentation week, because every single day +he surprised her with some lovely present.</p> + +<p>The first day he gave her the little silver sugar-bowl +with butterfly handles and the cream-pitcher +shaped like a lily that he had promised her the first<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span> +time she had a "pink party" up in his room, when +she was a tiny little girl. The next day it was a +purse full of bright new gold pieces, and the next +a locket that had been his mother's, all set round +with sapphires, and with sapphires strung at intervals +on the slender chain that held it. One day the +gift was a treasure of a rosewood chair and writing-desk +that had belonged to Lloyd's grandmother +Amanthis, with all the little mother-of-pearl articles +that go with a desk, just as she had used them. She +was too surprised for anything the day he gave her +the harp. It had been called hers since she started +to learn to play on it, but she never for a moment +supposed he would allow it taken away from The +Locusts. The sixth present had no intrinsic value, +but he had treasured it for years, a medal bestowed +on one of his Virginia ancestors by the king, as a +reward for his services to the crown in those early +days of struggle and stress in the colonies.</p> + +<p>Then last and best of all in Lloyd's eyes was +a splendid copy of the beautiful portrait of her +grandmother Amanthis. I cannot distinguish it +from the original that has always hung over the +mantel in the drawing-room. The Colonel had a +fine artist come on from New York to paint it, while +Lloyd was at the seashore this summer.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span></p> + +<p>She was so happy over it and all her heirlooms. +She said she didn't want her father and mother to +give her any new silver. They had talked about +a full set. She said there was so much old family +plate over at Oaklea, which she would far rather +use. So godmother gave her a chest of linen, and +Papa Jack some shares in the Arizona mines. She +has actually seemed to take pleasure in the thought +that she is marrying a poor man, and has been preparing +for it all during her engagement by keeping +her expenses within a certain limit instead of spending +in the lavish way she has always been accustomed +to. She's taken such pride too in learning all +the housewifely arts that her grandmother and the +Judge's wife were so noted for.</p> + +<p>Eugenia and Stuart Tremont came several days +ago, and Joyce came with them to be one of the +bridesmaids. Phil could not leave his work just +now long enough to come, but he sent the dearest +little gift—a cut-glass honey dish and cover, with +a honey spoon to go with it. The spoon is a flat +gold one with a cluster of bees on the handle. The +note he sent with it was dear, too, thanking her so +beautifully for the inspiration and help her friendship +had been to him, and for her good advice that +sent him to "The School of the Bees."</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span></p> + +<p>Lloyd was so pleased that she hunted up a little +unset turquoise he had once given her as a friendship +stone, and Rob took it to town and had a +jeweller set it into a tiny stick-pin for her, and she +wore it as the "something blue" at her wedding.</p> + +<p>Rob couldn't afford to give her an expensive +present like the diamond pendant that Raleigh Claiborne +gave Allison when they were married last +summer, but it pleased Lloyd more than a queen's +tiara could have done. It was just a little clasp to +fasten her bridal veil. He had it made to order—only +a four-leaf clover, but the fourth leaf was +diamond-set, because, like the one Abdallah found +in Paradise, it was the leaf of happiness.</p> + +<p>It was just a quiet church wedding, as simple as +it could possibly be made, in the late afternoon of +one of the sweetest, goldenest October days that +ever shone on the Valley. Only her most intimate +friends were invited to the ceremony, because the +little stone church is so small, but the doors were +thrown open to everybody at the reception that +followed at The Locusts.</p> + +<p>Since the church has been frescoed inside and +done over in soft cool greens, it makes me think +of the heart of a deep beech woods. The light slips +in through its narrow deep-set windows just as it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span> +does between the trees in the dim forest aisles. +Lloyd wouldn't have it filled with hothouse roses. +She said nothing could be as appropriate as the wild +flowers growing all around it in the country lanes +and meadows. So there was nothing but tall plumes +of goldenrod nodding in every open window, while +the altar was a bank of snowy asters. She wanted +them she said because aster means star, and it was +at the altar her happiness would be written for her +in the stars.</p> + +<p>She said, too, that as long as it was in the country +and she needn't think of the conventions and could +have things just as she pleased, she wanted it to be +a white wedding—everybody in the bridal party +to wear white. She said the old Colonel wouldn't +look natural to her in anything else that time of year, +and all the others would appear to better advantage. +Every one said afterward what a beautiful picture +it made. Rob and Malcolm and Keith and Ranald +and Alex are all handsome young fellows anyhow, +and they looked bigger and handsomer than ever in +their immaculate white suits. Malcolm was best +man and I was maid of honour. Kitty and Joyce +and Katie Mallard were the bridesmaids. We girls +carried armfuls of the starry asters and the men +wore them as boutonnières.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 320px;"> +<img src="images/i007.jpg" width="320" height="550" alt="the bride" /> +<span class="caption">"'SHE LOOKED TO ME JUST LIKE ONE OF HER OWN LILIES.'"</span> +</div> + +<p>As for Lloyd, when she came out of her room, +her dress trailing behind her like a soft, pure-white +cloud, so light and airy it seemed as if it must have +been woven on some fairy loom, and with a great +cluster of lilies-of-the-valley in her hands, she looked +to me just like one of her own lilies. Poor old +Mom Beck, who had dressed her, stood behind her +with the tears streaming down her black face, saying, +"Honey, you sho'ly nevah will look moah like +a blessed angel when you git through the pearly +gates than you do this minute!"</p> + +<p>From the look on Rob's face as he met her at +the white starry-crowned altar, I am sure he felt +that he had already gone through "the pearly +gates." It was all so sweet and solemn, and as we +listened to the words, "<i>Whom God hath joined together</i>," +I think we all felt that heaven's own benediction +rested on them, and would follow them all +their way to the "Land o' the Leal."</p> + +<p>How the people of the Valley poured in at The +Locusts afterward to wish them joy! Old and +young, rich and poor, white and black, for of course +all the old servants of both families had to come in +to pay their respects. I am sure that no more heartfelt +good wishes were uttered than their "God bless +you, Miss Lloyd, honey," or "I wish you joy,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a><br /><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span> +Mistah Rob," as the faithful black hands that had +served them from babyhood grasped theirs with +loyal good-will. They seem to count this year that +joins the two old families and estates as a sort of +year of jubilee.</p> + +<p>It isn't often that a wedding has everybody's +approval as this one has. Lloyd has always been +as much of a favourite at Oaklea as Rob is at The +Locusts. The Judge is radiantly happy and Mrs. +Moore has been as sweet and considerate about +everything as if Lloyd were really her own daughter. +She wants Lloyd to take the place as mistress +of the house just as she did when <i>she</i> went there +a bride. She and Rob's father didn't take a wedding +journey, but went straight home to Oaklea to +spend their honeymoon, and she was so pleased +when she found that Lloyd and Rob wanted to do +the same. She and the Judge waited just long +enough to welcome them home to-night, and then +took the train for Alabama to visit some of her +people. They have long been wanting to make the +trip, and so chose this time.</p> + +<p>All the details of the supper were carried out just +as they were at Eugenia's wedding, excepting the +charms. Lloyd vowed she had lost faith in them +since Mammy Easter's fortune had failed to come<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span> +true. By rights Joyce should have been married +before either Allison or herself because she caught +Eugenia's bouquet. But because the girls still believed +in them she did throw her bouquet from the +top of the steps just before she left, and Kitty caught +it.</p> + +<p>It is only a step over to Oaklea, so she went away +in her bridal gown and veil. I'll never forget the +picture she made as she stood there in the moonlight, +waiting for the carriage to drive up for them, +or the adoring look in Rob's eyes as he turned to +lead her down the steps. Somehow it makes the +tears come crowding up in such a mist I can hardly +see to write.</p> + +<p>And now I have come to the last page of this +volume of my Good-times book. Dear Lloyd, dear +little sister who was the beginning of all my good +times, I am glad that heaven has sent you this happy +day for me to chronicle! What a beautiful Road +of the Loving Heart your girlhood has left in the +memory of all your friends! What a spirit of joy +you have been in this old home, and what an aching +void you have left behind you! No matter what the +years may hold in store, you will <i>be</i> a blessing +wherever you go, for you have learned to keep tryst +with all that life demands of you. And because you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span> +were true to your Hildegarde promise and wove +only according to the silver yardstick, I can close +this record in the same words that end the old story +we have both loved so long: "<i>So with her father's +blessing light upon her, she rode away beside the +prince; and ever after all her life was crowned with +happiness as it had been written for her in the +stars!</i>"</p> + + +<div class='center'><br />THE END.</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes:</h3> +<p>Obvious punctuation errors repaired. Varied hyphenation retained, for example, +upstairs and up-stairs.</p> + +<p>The remaining corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. 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