"Yes," said his companion, slowly. "She"s got it in her fast enough;"
and he returned to his page of ma.n.u.script. "Much good may it do her!" he added, with weary cynicism.
Richards laughed, and pulled a pack of cards out of his pocket. "I"ll play solitaire," he said.
"Thank Heaven!" murmured the other, devoutly.
Ada arrived breathless. "Here "tis," said she. "Did you think I was never comin"? You"ve got time enough; they ain"t very prompt. There ain"t anythin" the matter, is there?" she asked.
Lucyet took the letter mechanically. "No," she said, "there isn"t anything the matter."
As she went swiftly toward the little post-office the rhythm of those lines was in her ears; the a.s.sured, incisive tones of that man"s voice pulsed through her very soul. She was conscious of no hope for the future; she had no regret for the past; the present was a glory. In that moment Lucyet had taken a long, dizzying draught from the cup of success.
Hearts Unfortified
THE observation train wound its way in clumsy writhings along the bank of the river, upon which the afternoon light fell in modified brilliancy as the west kindled towards the sunset. But if the sheen and sparkle of the earlier day had pa.s.sed into something more subdued and less exhilarating, the difference was made up in the shifting action and color that moved and glowed and flashed on, above and beside the soft clearness of the stream. The sunlight caught the turn of the wet oars and outlined the brown muscular backs of the young athletes who were pulling the narrow sh.e.l.ls. The Yale blue spread itself in blocks and patches along the train, and the Harvard crimson burned in vivid stretches by its side, and all the blue and crimson seemed instinct with animation as they floated, quivered, and waved in the thrilled interest of hundreds of men and women who followed with eager eyes the knife-blades of boats cleaving the water in a quick, silent ripple of foam. The crowd of launches, tugs, yachts, and steamers pushed up the river, keeping their distance with difficulty, and from them as well as from the banks sounded the fluctuating yet unbroken cheers of encouragement and exhortation, rising and falling in rhythmic measure, guided by public-spirited enthusiasts, or breaking out in purely individual tribute to the grand chorus of partisanship. It had been a close start, and the furor of excitement had spent itself, somewhat, during the first seconds, and now made itself felt more like the quick heart-beats of restrained emotion as the issue seemed to grow less doubtful, though reaching now and then climaxes of renewed expression.
"Alas for advancing age!" sighed a woman into the ear of her neighbor, as their eyes followed the crews, but without that fevered intensity which marked some other glances.
"By all means," he answered. "But why, particularly, just now? I was beginning to fancy myself young under the stress of present circ.u.mstances."
"Because even if one continues to keep one"s emotions creditably--effervescent--one loses early the single-minded glow of contest."
"A single-minded glow is a thing that should be retained, even at considerable cost."
"And what is worse yet, one grows critical about language," she continued calmly, "and gives free rein to a naturally unpleasant disposition under cover of a refined and sensitive taste."
Ellis Arnold smiled tolerantly.
"They are pretty sure to keep their lead now," he said. "The other boat is more than a length behind, and losing. They are not pulling badly, either," he added. "You were saying?"--and he turned towards her for the first time since the start.
She was a handsome blonde-haired woman, perfectly dressed, with the seal of distinction set upon features, figure, and expression.
"That was what I was saying," she replied, "that the ones that are behind are not pulling badly."
"More sphinx-like than ever," he murmured. "I perceive that you speak in parables."
Miss Normaine laughed a little. The conversation was decidedly intermittent. They dropped it entirely at times, and then took it up as if there had been no pause. It was after a brief silence that she went on: "But you and I can see both boats--the success, and the disappointment too. And we can"t, for the life of us, help feeling that it"s hard on those who have put forth all their strength for defeat."
"But it isn"t so bad as if it were our boat that was behind," he said sensibly.
"Oh, no; of course not. But I maintain that it injures the _fine fleur_ of enjoyment to remember that there are two partic.i.p.ants in a contest."
"I suppose it is useless to expect you to be logical--"
"Quite. I know enough to be entirely sure I"d rather be picturesque."
"But let me a.s.sure you, that in desiring that there should be but one partic.i.p.ant in a contest, you are striking at the very root of all successful athletic exhibitions."
She shrugged her shoulders a little.
"Oh, well, if you like to air your powers of irony at the expense of such painful literalness!"
"The exuberance of my style has been pruned down to literalness by the relentless shears of a cold world. With you, of course,"--but he was interrupted by the shouts of the crowd, as the winning boat neared the goal. The former enthusiasm had been the soft breathings of approval compared to this outbreak of the victorious. Flags, hats, handkerchiefs rose in the air, and the university cheer echoed, re-echoed, and began again.
Arnold cheered also, with an energy not to be deduced from his. .h.i.therto calm exterior, standing up on the seat and shouting with undivided attention; and Miss Normaine waved her silk handkerchief and laughed in response to the bursts of youthful joy from the seat in front of her.
"Oh, well," said Arnold, sitting down again, "sport is sport for both sides, whoever wins--or else it isn"t sport at all."
"Ah, how many crimes have been committed in thy name!" murmured Miss Normaine.
"Katharine, I think you have turned sentimentalist."
"No, it"s age, I tell you. I"m thinking more now of the accessories than I am of the race. That"s a sure sign of age, to have time to notice the accessories."
Arnold nodded.
"There"s compensation in it, though. If we lose a little of the drama of conflict on these occasions, we gain something in recognizing the style of presentation."
"Yes," and she glanced down at her niece, whose pretty eyes were making short work of the sunburned, broad-shouldered, smooth-faced, handsome boy, who was entirely willing to close the festivities of Commencement week subjected to the ravages of a grand, even if a hopeless, pa.s.sion.
From her she looked out upon the now darkening river. There had been some delay before the train could begin to move back, and the summer twilight had fallen; for the race had been at the last available moment.
Though it was far from quiet, the relief from the tension of the previous moments added to the placidity of the scene. The opposite banks were dim and shadowy, and the water was growing vague; there were lights on some of the craft; a star came out, and then another; there were no hard suggestions, no sordid reminders. It was a beautiful world, filled with happy people, united in a common healthy interest; the outlines of separation were softened into ambiguity and the differences veiled by good breeding.
"It is only a mimic struggle, after all," she said at last. "The stage is well set, and now that the curtain is down, there is no special bitterness at the way the play ended."
"There you exaggerate, as usual," he replied, "and of course in another direction from that in which you exaggerated last time."
"The pursuit of literature has made you not only precise but didactic,"
she observed.
"There is a good deal, if not of bitterness, of very real disappointment, and some depression."
"Which will be all gone long before the curtain goes up for the next performance."
"Ah, yes, to be sure; but nevertheless you underrate the disappointments of youth,--because they are not tragic you think they are not bitter,--you have always underrated them."
She met his eyes calmly, though he had spoken with a certain emphasis.
"We are talking in a circle," she replied. "That was what I said in the first place--that as we grow older we have more sympathy with defeat."
"You are incorrigible," he said, smiling; "you will accept neither consolation nor reproof."
"Life brings enough of both," she answered; "it does not need to be supplemented by one"s friends."
The train was moving very slowly; people were laughing and talking gayly all about them; more lights had come out on the water, and a gentle breeze had suddenly sprung up.