She smiled a little bitterly. "Please stay--don"t think of me."
"Again, I repeat, you are too kind-hearted. Never imagine that I can be happy if you are not;" and I looked at her keenly, but she turned away instantly, saying:
"Well, then, I"ll be very happy, and will test you," and she returned to her room.
"Mrs. Yocomb," I said quietly at the dinner-table, "I"ve written to the office saying that my friends do not think I"m well enough to return yet, and asking to have my leave extended."
She beamed upon me as she replied:
"Now thee"s sensible."
"For once," I added.
"I expect to see thee clothed and in thy right mind yet," she said, with a little rea.s.suring nod.
"Your hopeful disposition is contagious," I replied, laughing.
"I"d like to see thee get to the depot till we"re ready to let thee go," said Reuben, emphatically.
"Yes," added Mr. Yocomb, with his genuine laugh, "Reuben and I are in league against thee."
"You look like two dark, muttering conspirators," I responded.
"And to think thee was going away without asking me!" Zillah put in, shaking her bright curls at me.
"Well, you all have made this home to me, true enough. The best part of me will be left here when I do go."
At these words Adah gave me a shy, blushing smile.
"Mr. Morton, will you please pa.s.s me the vinegar?" said Miss Warren, in the most matter-of-fact tone.
"Wouldn"t you prefer the sugar?" I asked.
"No; I much prefer the vinegar."
Mr. Hearn also smiled approvingly.
"Don"t be too sure of your prey," I said, mentally. "If she"s not yours at heart--which I doubt more than ever--you shall never have her." But she puzzled me for a day or two. If she were not happy she simulated happiness, and made my poor acting a flimsy pretence in contrast. She and the banker took long rides together, and she was always exceedingly cheerful on her return--a little too much so, I tried to think. She ignored the past as completely as possible, and while her manner was kind to me she had regained her old-time delicate brusqueness, and rarely lost a chance to give me a friendly fillip. Indeed I had never known her to be so brilliant, and her spirits seemed unflagging. Mr.
Yocomb was delighted and in his large appet.i.te for fun applauded and joined in every phase of our home gayety. There was too much hilarity for me, and my hope failed steadily.
"Now that her conscience is clear in regard to me--now that I have remained in the country, and am getting well--her spirits have come up with a bound," I reasoned moodily. I began to resume my old tactics of keeping out of the way and of taking long rambles; but I tried to be cheerfulness itself in her presence.
On Wednesday Miss Warren came down to breakfast in a breezy, airy way, and, scarcely speaking to me as I stood in the doorway, she flitted out, and was soon romping with Zillah and Adela. As she returned, flushed and panting, I said, with a smile:
"You are indeed happy. I congratulate you. I believe I"ve never had the honor of doing that yet."
"But you said that you would be happy also?"
"Am I not?"
"No."
"Well, it doesn"t matter since you are."
"Oh, then, I"m no longer kind-hearted. You take Reuben"s view, that I"m a heartless monster. He scarcely speaks to me any more. You think I propose to be happy now under all circ.u.mstances."
"I wish you would be; I hope you may be. What"s the use of my acting my poor little farce any longer? I don"t deceive you a mite. But I"m not going to mope and pine, Miss Warren. Don"t think of me so poorly as that. I"m not the first man who has had to face this thing. I"m going back to work, and I am going next Monday, surely."
"I"ve no doubt of it," she said, with sudden bitterness, "and you"ll get over it bravely, very bravely;" and she started off toward the barn, where Reuben was exercising Dapple, holding him with a long rope.
The horse seemed wild with life and spirit, and did I not know that the beautiful creature had not a vicious trait I should have feared for the boy. Just at this moment, Dapple in his play slipped off his headstall and was soon careering around the dooryard in the mad glee of freedom.
In vain Reuben tried to catch him; for the capricious beast would allow him to come almost within grasp, and then would bound away. Miss Warren stood under a tree laughing till the boy was hot and angry. Then she cried:
"I"ll catch him for you, Reuben."
I uttered a loud shout of alarm as she darted out before the galloping horse and threw up her arms.
Dapple stopped instantly; in another second she had her arm around his arched neck and was stroking his quivering nostrils. Her poise was full of grace and power; her eyes were shining with excitement and triumph, and, to make her mastery seem more complete, she leaned her face against his nose.
Dapple looked down at her in a sort of mild wonder, and was as meek as a lamb.
"There, Reuben, come and take him," she said to the boy, who stared at her with his mouth open.
"Emily Warren, I don"t know what to make of thee," he exclaimed.
Never before had I so felt my unutterable loss, and I said to her almost savagely, in a low tone, as she approached:
"Is that the means you take to cure me--doing the bravest thing I ever saw a woman do, and looking like a G.o.ddess? I was an unspeakable fool for staying."
Her head drooped, and she walked dejectedly toward the house, not seeming to think of or care for the exclamations and expostulations which greeted her.
"Why, Emily, were you mad?" cried Mr. Hearn above the rest; and now that the careering horse was being led away he hastened down to meet her.
"No, I"m tired, and want a cup of coffee," I heard her say, and then I followed Reuben to the barn.
"She"s cut me out with Dapple," said the boy, with a crestfallen air.
Already I repented of my harshness, into which I had been led by the sharpest stress of feeling, and was eager to make amends. Since the night of the storm honest Reuben had given me his unwavering loyalty.
Still less than Adah was he inclined or able to look beneath the surface of things, and he had gained the impression from Miss Warren"s words that she was inclined to make light of their danger on that occasion, and to laugh at me generally. In his st.u.r.dy championship in my behalf he had been growing cold and brusque toward one whom he now a.s.sociated with the wealthy middle-aged banker, and city style generally. Reuben was a genuine country lad, and was instinctively hostile to Fifth Avenue. While Mr. Hearn was polite to his father and mother, he quite naturally laid more stress on their business relations than on those of friendship, and was not slow in asking for what he wanted, and his luxurious tastes led him to require a good deal. Reuben had seen his mother worried and his father inconvenienced not a little.
They made no complaint, and had no cause for any, for the banker paid his way liberally. But the boy had not reached the age when the financial phase of the question was appreciated, and his prejudice was not unnatural, for unconsciously, especially at first, Mr. Hearn had treated them all as inferiors. He now was learning to know them better, however. There was nothing plebeian in Adah"s beauty, and he would have been untrue to himself had he not admired her very greatly.
It was my wish to lead the boy to overcome his prejudice against Miss Warren, so I said:
"You are mistaken, Reuben; Dapple is just as fond of you as ever. It was only playfulness that made him cut up so; but, Reuben, Dapple is a very sensible horse, and when he saw a girl that was brave enough to stand right out before him when it seemed that he must run over her, he respected and liked such a girl at once. It was the bravest thing I ever saw. Any other horse would have trampled on her, but Dapple has the nature of a gentleman. So have you, Reuben, and I know you will go and speak handsomely to her. I know you will speak to her as Dapple would could he speak. By Jove! it was splendid, and you are man enough to know it was."
"Yes, Richard, it was. I know that as well as thee. There isn"t a girl in the county that would have dared to do it, and very few men. And to think she"s a city girl! To tell the truth, Emily Warren is all the time making game of thee, and that"s why I"m mad at her."
"I don"t think you understand her. I don"t mind it, because she never means anything ill-natured; and then she loves your mother almost as much as you do. I give you my word, Reuben, Miss Warren and I are the best of friends, and you need not feel as you do, because I don"t."
"Oh, well, if thee puts it that way, I"ll treat her different. I tell thee what it is, Richard, I"m one that sticks to my friends through thick and thin."