I heard the murmur of her voice as she gave a few brief directions, and then her steps returned swiftly to her room.
"She can be depended upon," I sighed, "to do all she thinks right. She must have been wearied beyond mortal endurance, and worried by my rash and unlooked-for words, and yet she keeps up till all need is past.
Every little act shows that I might as well try to win an angel of heaven as sue against her conscience, she is so absolutely true. You"re right, old woman; I _was_ "struck," and I wish it had been by lightning only."
Just when I exchanged waking thoughts for hateful dreams I do not remember. At last I started to my feet, exclaiming:
"It"s all wrong; he shall not marry my wife!" and then I sat down on the lounge and tried to extricate myself from the shadows of sleep, and thus become able to recognize the facts of the real world that I must now face. Slowly the events of the previous day and night came back, and with them a sense of immeasurable loss. The sun was low in the west, thus proving that my unrefreshing stupor had lasted many hours.
The clatter of knives, and forks indicated preparations for supper in the dining-room below. I dreaded meeting the family and all words of thanks, as one would the touching of a diseased nerve. More than all, I dreaded meeting Miss Warren again, feeling that we both would be under a wretched constraint. My evil mood undoubtedly had physical causes, for my mouth was parched, my head throbbed and ached, and I felt so ill in body and mind, so morbid and depressed, that I was ready to escape to New York without seeing a soul, were the thing possible.
The door opened softly, and I saw Reuben"s ruddy, happy face.
"Oh, I"m so glad thee"s awake," he said. "They"re all doing well.
Adah"s got well so fast that she actually looks better than Emily Warren. Even Zillah"s quite bright this evening, only she"s so weak she can"t sit up much, but the doctor says it"ll wear away. Thee doesn"t look very extra, and no wonder, thee did so much. Father, mother, and Emily Warren have been talking about thee for the last two hours, and Adah can"t ask questions enough about thee, and how thee found her. She says the last thing she saw was thee on the lawn, and thee was the first thing she saw when she came to, and now she says she can"t help seeing thee all the time. Emily Warren said we must let thee sleep as long as thee would, for that, she said, was what thee needed most of all."
"She"s mistaken," I muttered, starting up. "Reuben," I continued aloud, "you"re a good, brave fellow. I"ll come down to supper as soon, as I can fairly wake up. I feel as stupid as an owl at midday, but I"m exceedingly glad that all are doing well."
When he left me I thought, "Well, I will keep up for two or three hours, and then can excuse myself. To-morrow I can return to New York, since clearly this will be no place for me. Miss Warren thinks that a little sleep will cure me, and that I will be sane and sensible now that I am awake. She will find me matter-of-fact indeed, for I feel like a bottle of champagne that has stood uncorked for a month; but may the devil fly away with me if I play the forlorn, lackadaisical lover, and show my wounds."
I bathed my face again and again, and made as careful a toilet as circ.u.mstances permitted.
In their kind-hearted simplicity they had evidently planned a sort of family ovation, for as I came out on the piazza, they were all there except Miss Warren, who sat at her piano playing softly; but as Mr.
Yocomb rose to greet me she turned toward us, and through the open window could see us and hear all that pa.s.sed. The old gentleman still bore marks of his shock and the illness that followed, but there was nothing weak or limp in his manner as he grasped my hand and began warmly:
"Richard Morton, last night I said thee was welcome; I now say this home is as truly thine as mine. Thee saved mother and the children from--" and here his voice was choked by emotion.
Mrs. Yocomb seized my other hand, and I saw that she was "moved" now if ever, for her face was eloquent with kindly, grateful feeling.
"Please don"t," I said, so sharply as to indicate irritation, for I felt that I could not endure another syllable. Then, slapping Reuben brusquely on the shoulder, I added, "Reuben was quite as helpful as I: thank him. Any tramp from New York would try to do as much as I did, and might have done better. Ah, here is Zillah!" And I saw that the little girl was propped up on pillows just within the parlor window, where she could enjoy the cool evening air without too great exposure.
"If she"ll give me another kiss we"ll call it all square and say no more about it," and I leaned over the window-sill.
The child put her arms around my neck and clung to me for a moment.
There could have been no better antidote for my mood of irritable protest against my fate than the child"s warm and innocent embrace, and for a moment it was balm indeed.
"There," I cried, kissing her twice, "now I"m overpaid." Raising my eyes, I met those of Miss Warren as she sat by her piano.
"Yes," she said, with a smile, "after that I should think you would be more than content."
"I certainly ought to be," I replied, looking at her steadily.
"Zillah"s very grateful," Miss Warren continued. "She knows that you watched with her till morning."
"So did other night-owls, Zillah, and they were quite as useful as I was."
She reached up her hand and pulled me down. "Mother said," she began.
"You needn"t tell a stranger what mother said," and I put my finger on her lips.
"Thee"s no more of a stranger than Emily Warren," said the little girl reproachfully. "I can"t think of thee without thinking of her."
I raised my eyes in a quick flash toward the young lady, but she had turned to the piano, and her right hand was evoking a few low chords.
"Miss Warren can tell you," I said, laughing, "that when people have been struck by lightning they often don"t think straight for a long time to come."
"Crooked thinking sometimes happens without so vivid a cause," Miss Warren responded, without looking around.
"Zillah"s right in thinking that thee can never be a stranger in this home," said Mrs. Yocomb warmly.
"Mrs. Yocomb, please don"t think me insensible to the feelings which are so apparent. Should I live centuries, the belief that I had served you and yours after your kindness would still be my pleasantest thought. But you overrate what I have done: it was such obvious duty that any one would have done the same, or else his ears should have been cropped. It gives me a miserably mean feeling to have you thank me so for it. Please don"t any more."
"We forget," said Miss Warren, advancing to the window, "that Mr.
Morton is versed in tragedies, and has daily published more dreadful affairs."
"Yes, and has written "paragraphs" about them that no doubt seemed quite as lurid as the events themselves, suggesting that I gloated over disasters as so much material."
"Mr. Morton, isn"t it nearly as bad to tell fibs about one"s self as about other people?"
"My depravity will be a continuous revelation to you, Miss Warren," I replied.
With a low laugh she answered, "I see you make no secret of it," and she went back to her piano.
I had bowed cordially to Adah as I joined the family group, and had been conscious all the time of her rather peculiar and fixed scrutiny, which I imagined suggested a strong curiosity more than anything else.
"Well, Richard Morton," said Mr. Yocomb, as if the words were irrepressible, "thee knows a little of how we feel toward thee, if thee won"t let us say as much as we would like. I love this old home in which I was born and have lived until this day. I could never build another home like it if every leaf on the farm were a bank-note. But I love the people who live here far more. Richard Morton, I know how it would all have ended, and thee knows. The house was on fire, and all within it were helpless and unconscious. I"ve seen it all to-day, and Reuben has told us. May the Lord bless thee for what them hast done for me and mine! I"m not going to burden thee with our grat.i.tude, but truth is truth, and we must speak out once for all, to be satisfied. Thee knows, too, that when a Friend has anything on his mind it"s got to come; hasn"t it, mother? Richard Morton, thee has saved us all from a horrible death."
"Yes, Mr. Morton," said Miss Warren, coming again to the window and laughing at my crimson face and embarra.s.sment, "you _must_ face that truth--there"s no escaping it. Forgive me, Mr. Yocomb, for laughing over so serious a subject, but Reuben and Mr. Morton amuse me greatly.
Mr. Morton already says that any tramp from New York would have done the same. By easy transition he will soon begin to insist that it was some other tramp. I now understand evolution."
"Emily Warren, thee needn"t laugh at Richard Morton," said Reuben a little indignantly; "thee owes more to him than to any other man living."
She did not turn to the piano so quickly now but that I saw her face flush at the unlooked-for speech.
"That you are mistaken, Reuben, no one knows better than Miss Warren herself," I replied irritably.
She turned quickly and said, in a low tone, "You are right, Mr. Morton.
Friends do not keep a debit and credit account with each other. I shall not forget, however, that Reuben is right also, even though I may seem to sometimes," and she left the room.
I was by the open window, and I do not think any one heard her words except Zillah, and she did not understand them.
I stood looking after her, forgetful of all else, when a hand laid upon my arm caused me to look around, and I met Adah"s gaze, and it was as fixed and intent as that of a child.
"She doesn"t owe thee any more than I do," she said gravely. "I wish I could do something for thee."
"Why do you say "thee" to me now?--you always said "you" before," I asked.
"I don"t know. It seems as if I couldn"t say "you" to thee any more,"
and a delicate color stole into her face.
"We all feel as if thee were one of us now," explained Mrs. Yocomb gently, "and I trust that life will henceforth seem to Adah a more sacred thing, and worthy of more sacred uses." And she pa.s.sed into the house to prepare for supper.