Ariel: A Legend of the Lighthouse
Editor"s Note:Most of Alcott"s heroines have hearts of gold, but few shine as bright a As he answered her blithe greeting, the young man looked up from the rock where he was lounging, and a most charming object rewarded him for the exertion of lifting his dreamy eyes. Some women have the skill to make even a bathing costume graceful and picturesque; and Miss Lawrence knew that she looked well in her blue suit, with loosened hair blowing about her handsome face, glimpses of white ankles through the net-work of her bathing-sandals, and a general breeziness of aspect that became her better than the most elaborate toilet she could make. A shade of disappointment was visible on receiving the answer to her question, and her voice was slightly imperious, for all its sweetness, as she said, pausing beside the indolent figure that lay basking in the sunshine.
"I meant bathing, not boating, when I spoke of the sea. Will you not join our party and give us another exhibition of your skill in aquatic gymnastics?"
"No, thank you; the beach is too tame for me; I prefer deep water, heavy surf and a spice of danger, to give zest to my pastime."
The languid voice was curiously at variance with the words; and Miss Lawrence almost involuntarily exclaimed- "You are the strangest mixture of indolence and energy I ever knew! To see you now, one would find it difficult to believe the stories told of your feats by land and sea; yet I know that you deserve your soubriquet of "Bayard," as well as the other they give you of "Dolce far niente." You are as change able as the ocean which you love so well; but we never see the moon that rules your ebb and flow."
Ignoring the first part of her speech, Southesk replied to the last sentence with sudden animation.
"I am fond of the sea, and well I may be, for I was born on it, both my parents lie buried in it, and out of it my fate is yet to come."
"Your fate?" echoed Miss Lawrence, full of the keenest interest, for he seldom spoke of himself, and seemed anxious to forget the past in the successful present, and the promising future. Some pa.s.sing mood made him unusually frank, for he answered, as his fine eyes roved far across the glittering expanse before them- "Yes, I once had my fortune told by a famous wizard, and it has haunted me ever since. I am not superst.i.tious, but I cannot help attaching some importance to her prediction: "Watch by the seash.o.r.e early and late, For out of its depths will rise your fate, Both love and life will be darkly crossed, And a single hour see all won or lost."
"That was the prophecy; and though I have little faith in it, yet I am irresistibly drawn toward the sea, and continually find myself watching and waiting for the fate it is to bring me."
"May it be a happy one."
All the imperiousness was gone from the woman"s voice, and her eyes turned as wistfully as her companion"s, to the mysterious ocean which had already brought her fate. Neither spoke for a moment. Southesk, busied with some fancy of his own, continued to scan the blue waves that rolled to meet the horizon, and Helen scanned his face with an expression which many men would have given much to have awakened, for the world said that Miss Lawrence was as proud and cold as she was beautiful. Love and longing met and mingled in the glance she fixed on that unconscious countenance; and once, with an involuntary impulse, her small hand was raised to smooth away the wind-tossed hair that streaked his forehead, as he sat with uncovered head, smiling to himself-forgetful of her presence. She caught back her hand in time and turned away to hide the sudden color that dyed her cheeks at the momentary impulse which would have betrayed her to a less absorbed companion. Before she could break the silence, there came a call from a group gathered on the smoother beach beyond, and, glad of another chance to gain her wish, she said, in a tone that would have won compliance from any man except Southesk, "They are waiting for us; can I not tempt you to join the mermaids yonder, and let the boat wait till it"s cooler?"
But he shook his head with a wilful little gesture, and looked about him for his hat, as if eager to escape, yet answered smiling- "I"ve a prior engagement with the mermaid of the island, and, as a gallant man, must keep it, or expect shipwreck on my next voyage. Are you ready, Jack?" he added, as Miss Lawrence moved away, and he strolled toward an old boatman, busy with his wherry.
"In a jiffy, sir. So you"ve seen her, have you?" said the man, pausing in his work.
"Seen whom?"
"The marmaid at the island."
"No; I only fabricated that excuse to rid myself of the amiable young ladies who bore me to death. You look as if you had a yarn to spin; so spin away while you work, for I want to be off."
"Well, sir, I jest thought you"d like to know that there is a marmaid down there, as you"re fond of odd and pretty things. No one has seen her but me, or I should a heard of it, and I"ve told no one but my wife, being afraid of Rough Ralph, as we call the lighthouse-keeper. He don"t like folks comin" round his place; and if I said a word about the marmaid, every one would go swarmin" to the island to hunt up the pretty creeter, and drive Ralph into a rage."
"Never mind Ralph; tell me how and where you saw the mermaid; asleep in your boat, I fancy."
"No, sir; wide awake and sober. I had a notion one day to row round the island, and take a look at the chasm, as they call a great split in the rock that stands up most as high as the lighthouse. It goes from top to bottom of the Gull"s Perch, and the sea flows through it, foamin" and ragin" like mad, when the tide rises. The waves have worn holes in the rocks on both sides of the chasm, and in one of these basins I see the marmaid, as plain as I see you."
"What was she doing, Jack?"
"Singin" and combin" her hair; so I knew she was gennywine."
"Her hair was green or blue, of course," said Southesk, with such visible incredulity that old Jack was nettled and answered gruffly, "It was darker and curlier than the lady"s that"s jest gone; so was her face handsomer, her voice sweeter, and her arms whiter; believe it or not as you please."
"How about the fins and scales, Jack?"
"Not a sign of "em, sir. She was half in the water, and had on some sort of a white gown, so I couldn"t see whether there were feet or a tail. But I"ll swear I saw her; and I"ve got her comb to prove it."
"Her comb! let me see it, and I shall find it easier to believe the story," said the young man, with a lazy sort of curiosity.
Old Jack produced a dainty little comb, apparently made of a pearly sh.e.l.l, cut and carved with much skill, and bearing two letters on its back.
"Faith! it is a pretty thing, and none but a mermaid could have owned it. How did you get it?" asked Southesk, carefully examining the delicate lines and letters, and wishing that the tale could be true, for the vision of the fair-faced mermaiden pleased his romantic fancy.
"It was this way, sir," replied Jack. "I was so took aback that I sung out before I"d had a good look at her. She see me, give a little screech, and dived out of sight. I waited to see her come up, but she didn"t; so I rowed as nigh as I dared, and got the comb she"d dropped; then I went home and told my wife. She advised me to hold my tongue and not go agin, as I wanted to; so I give it up; but I"m dreadful eager to have another look at the little thing, and I guess you"d find it worth while to try for a sight of her."
"I can see women bathing without that long row, and don"t believe Ralph"s daughter would care to be disturbed again."
"He aint got any, sir-neither wife nor child; and no one on the island but him and his mate-a gruff chap that never comes ash.o.r.e, and don"t care for nothin" but keepin" the lantern tidy."
Southesk stood a moment measuring the distance between the mainland and the island, with his eye, for Jack"s last speech gave an air of mystery to what before had seemed a very simple matter.
"You say Ralph is not fond of having visitors, and rarely leaves the lighthouse; what else do you know about him?" he asked.
"Nothing, sir, only he"s a sober, brave, faithful man that does his duty well, and seems to like that bleak, lonesome lighthouse more than most folks would. He"s seen better days, I guess, for there"s something of the gentleman about him in spite of his rough ways. Now she"s ready, sir, and you"re just in time to find the little marmaid doin" up her hair."
"I want to visit the lighthouse, and am fond of adventures, so I think I"ll follow your advice. What will you take for this comb, Jack?" asked Southesk, as the old man left his work, and the wherry danced invitingly upon the water.
"Nothing from you, sir; you"re welcome to it, for my wife"s fretted ever since I had it, and I"m glad to be rid of it. It aint every one I give it to, or tell about what I saw; but you"ve done me more"n one good turn, and I"m eager to give you a bit of pleasure to pay for "em. On the further side of the island you"ll find the chasm. It"s a dangerous place, but you"re a reg"lar fish; so I"ll risk you. Good luck, and let me know how you get on."
"What do you suppose the letters stand for?" asked Southesk, as he put the comb in his pocket, and trimmed his boat.
"Why, "A. M." stands for a Mermaid; don"t it?" answered Jack, soberly.
"I"ll find another meaning for them before I come back. Keep your secret, and I"ll do the same, for I want the mermaid all to myself."
With a laugh the young man skimmed away, deaf to the voices of the fashionable syrens, who vainly endeavored to detain him, and blind to the wistful glances following the energetic figure that bent to the oars with a strength and skill which soon left the beach and its gay groups far behind.
The lighthouse was built on the tallest cliff of the island, and the only safe landing-place appeared to be at the foot of the rock, whence a precipitous path and an iron ladder led to the main entrance of the tower. Barren and forbidding it looked, even in the glow of the summer sun, and remembering Ralph"s dislike of visitors, Southesk resolved to explore the chasm alone, and ask leave of no one. Rowing along the craggy sh.o.r.e he came to the enormous rift that cleft the rocks from top to bottom. Bold and skillful as he was he dared not venture very near, for the tide was coming in, and each advancing billow threatened to sweep the boat into the chasm, where angry waves chafed and foamed, filling the dark hollow with a cloud of spray and reverberating echoes that made a mellow din.
Intent on watching the splendid spectacle he forgot to look for the mermaid, till something white flashed by, and turning with a start he saw a human face rise from the sea, followed by a pair of white arms, that beckoned as the lips smiled and the bright eyes watched him while he sat motionless, till, with a sound of musical laughter, the phantom vanished.
Uttering an exclamation, he was about to follow, when a violent shock made him reel in his seat, and a glance showed him the peril he was in, for the boat had drifted between two rocks; the next wave would shatter it.
The instinct of self-preservation being stronger than curiosity, he pulled for his life and escaped just in time.
Steering into calmer water he took an observation, and decided to land if possible, and search the chasm where the water-sprite or bathing-girl had seemed to take refuge. It was some time, however, before he found any safe harbor, and with much difficulty he at last gained the sh.o.r.e, breathless, wet and weary.
Guided by the noise of the waves he came at length to the brink of the precipice and looked down. There were ledges and crannies enough to afford foothold for a fearless climber, and full of the pleasurable excitement of danger and adventures, Southesk swung himself down with a steady head, strong hand and agile foot. Not many steps were taken when he paused suddenly, for the sound of a voice arrested him. Fitfully it rose and fell through the dash of advancing and retreating billows, but he heard it distinctly, and with redoubled eagerness looked and listened.
Half-way down the chasm lay a ma.s.s of rock, firmly wedged between the two sides by some convulsion of nature which had hurled it there. Years had evidently pa.s.sed since it fell, for a tree had taken root and shot up, fed by a little patch of earth, and sheltered from wind and storm in that secluded spot. Wild vines, led by their instinct for the light, climbed along either wall and draped the cliff with green. Some careful hand had been at work, however, for a few hardy plants blossomed in the almost sunless nook; every niche held a delicate fern, every tiny basin was full of some rare old weed, and here and there a suspended sh.e.l.l contained a tuft of greenish moss, or a bird"s eggs, or some curious treasure gathered from the deep. The sombre verdure of the little pine concealed a part of this airy nest, but from the hidden nook the sweet voice rose singing a song well suited to the scene- "Oh, come unto the yellow sands."
Feeling as if he had stepped into a fairy tale, the young man paused with suspended breath till the last soft note and its softer echo had died away, then he noiselessly crept on. Soon his quick eye discovered a rope ladder, half hidden by the vines and evidently used as a path to the marine bower below. Availing himself of it he descended a few steps, but not far, for a strong gust blew up the rift, and swaying aside the leafy screen disclosed the object of his search. No mermaid but a young girl, sitting and singing like a bird in her green nest.
As the pine waved to and fro, Southesk saw that the unknown sat in a thoughtful att.i.tude, looking out through the wide rift into the sunny blue beyond. He saw, too, that a pair of small, bare feet shone white against the dark bottom of a rocky basin, full of newly fallen rain; that a plain grey gown defined the lithe outlines of a girlish figure, and that the damp dark rings of hair were fastened back with a pretty band of sh.e.l.ls.
So intent on looking was he that he leaned nearer and nearer, till a sudden gesture caused the comb to slip from his pocket and fall into the basin with a splash that roused the girl from her reverie. She started, seized it eagerly, and looking upward exclaimed with a joyful accent, "Why, Stern, where did you find my comb?"
There was no answer to her question, and the smile died on her lips, for instead of Stern"s rough, brown countenance she saw, framed in green leaves, a young and comely face.
Blonde and blue-eyed, flushed and eager, the pleasant apparition smiled down upon her with an aspect which brought no fear, but woke wonder and won confidence by the magic of a look. Only a moment did she see it; then the pine boughs came between them. The girl sprang up, and Southesk, forgetting safety in curiosity, leaped down.
He had not measured the distance; his foot slipped and he fell, striking his head with a force that stunned him for a moment. The cool drip of water on his forehead roused him, and he soon collected himself, although somewhat shaken by his fall. Half-opening his eyes he looked into a dark yet brilliant face, of such peculiar beauty that it struck and charmed him at a single glance. Pity, anxiety and alarm were visible in it, and glad of a pretext for prolonging the episode, he resolved to feign the suffering he did not feel. With a sigh he closed his eyes again, and for a moment lay enjoying the soft touch of hands about his head, the sound of a quickly-beating heart near him, and the pleasant consciousness that he was an object of interest to this sweet-voiced unknown. Too generous to keep her long in suspense, he soon raised his head and looked about him, asking faintly, "Where am I?"
"In the chasm, but quite safe with me," replied a fresh young voice.
"Who is this gentle "me" whom I mistook for a mermaid, and whose pardon I ask for this rude intrusion?"
"I"m Ariel, and I forgive you willingly."
"Pretty name-is it really yours?" asked Southesk, feeling that his simplest manner was the surest to win her confidence, for the girl spoke with the innocent freedom of a child.
"I have no other, except March, and that is not pretty."
"Then, "A. M." on the comb does not mean "A mermaid," as old Jack thought when he gave it to me?"
A silvery laugh followed his involuntary smile, as, still kneeling by him, Ariel regarded him with much interest, and a very frank expression of admiration in her beautiful eyes.
"Did you come to bring it back to me?" she asked, turning the recovered treasure in her hand.
"Yes; Jack told me about the pretty water-sprite he saw, so I came to find her, and am not yet sure that you"re not a Lurelei, for you nearly wrecked me, and vanished in a most unearthly manner."
"Ah!" she said, with the blithe laugh again, "I lead the life of a mermaid though I"m not one, and when I"m disturbed I play pranks, for I know every cranny of the rocks, and learned swimming and diving from the gulls."
"Flying also, I should think, by the speed with which you reached this nook, for I made all haste, and nearly killed myself, as you see."
As he spoke, Southesk tried to rise, but a sharp tingle in his arm made him pause, with an exclamation of pain.
"Are you much hurt? Can I do anything more for you?" and the voice was womanly pitiful, as the girl watched him.
"I"ve cut my arm, I think, and lamed my foot; but a little rest will set them right. May I wait here a few minutes, and enjoy your lovely rest; though it"s no place for a clumsy mortal like me?"
"Oh, yes; stay as long as you please, and let me bind up your wound. See how it bleeds."
"You are not afraid of me then?"
"No; why should I be?" and the dark eyes looked fearlessly into his as Ariel bent to examine the cut. It was a deep one, and he fancied she would cry out or turn pale; but she did neither, and having skilfully bound a wet handkerchief about it, she glanced from the strong arm and shapely hand to their owner"s face, and said, naively, "What a pity there will be a scar."
Southesk laughed outright, in spite of the smart, and, leaning on the uninjured arm, prepared to enjoy himself, for the lame foot was a fiction.
"Never mind the scar. Men consider them no blemish, and I shall be prouder of this than half a dozen others I have, because by means of it I get a glimpse into fairy land. Do you live here on foam and sunshine, Ariel?"
"No; the lighthouse is my home now."
There was evident reluctance in her manner. She seemed to weigh her words, yet longed to speak out, and it was plain to see that the new-comer was very welcome to her solitude. With all his boldness, Southesk unconsciously tempered his manner with respect, and neither by look nor tone caused any touch of fear to disturb the innocent creature whose retreat he had discovered.
"Then you are Ralph"s daughter, as I fancied?" he went on, putting his questions with an engaging air that was hard to resist.
"Yes."
Again she hesitated, and again seemed eager to confide even in a stranger, but controlled the impulse, and gave brief replies to all home questions.
"No one knows you are here, and you seem to lead a hidden life like some enchanted princess. It only needs a Miranda to make a modern version of the Tempest." He spoke half aloud, as if to himself, but the girl answered readily- "Perhaps I am to lead you to her as the real Ariel led Ferdinand to his Miranda, if you"ve not already found her."
"Why, what do you know of Shakespeare? and how came you by your pretty name?" asked Southesk, wondering at the look and tone which suddenly gave the girl"s face an expression of elfish intelligence.
"I know and love Shakespeare better than any of my other books, and can sing every song he wrote. How beautiful they are! See, I have worn out my dear book with much reading."
As she spoke, from a dry nook in the rock she drew a dilapidated volume, and turned its pages with a loving hand, while all the innocent sweetness returned to her young face, lending it new beauty.
"What a charming little sprite it is," thought Southesk, adding aloud, with an irresistible curiosity that banished politeness, "And the name, how came that?"
"Father gave it to me." There she paused, adding hastily, "He loves Shakespeare as well as I do, and taught me to understand him."
"Here"s a romantic pair, and a mystery of some sort, which I"ll amuse myself by unravelling, if possible," he thought, and put another question-"Have you been here long?"
"No; I only spend the hot hours here."
"Another evasion. I shall certainly be driven into asking her, point blank, who and what she is," said Southesk to himself, and, to avoid temptation, returned to the comb which Ariel still held.
"Who carved that so daintily? I should like to bespeak one for myself it is so pretty."
"I carved it, and was very happy at my work. It"s hard to find amus.e.m.e.nt on this barren island, so I invent all sorts of things to wile away the time."
"Did you invent this hanging garden and make this wilderness blossom?" asked Southesk, trying the while to understand the lights and shadows that made her face as changeful as an April sky.
"Yes, I did it, and spend half my time here, for here I escape seeing people on the beach, and so forget them."
A little sigh followed, and her eyes turned wistfully to the dark rift, that gave her but a glimpse of the outer world.
"You can scarcely see the beach, much less the people on it, I should think," said Southesk, wondering what she meant.
"I can see well with the telescope from the tower, and often watch the people on the sh.o.r.e-they look so gay and pretty."
"Then, why wish to forget them?"
"Because since they came it is more lonely than before."
"Do you never visit the mainland? Have you no friends or companions to enliven your solitude?"
"No."
Something in the tone in which the monosyllable was uttered checked further inquiries, and prompted him to say smilingly: "Now it is your turn; ask what you will."
But Ariel drew back, answering with an air of demure pro priety that surprised him more than her self-possession or her rebuke.
"No, thank you, it is ill-bred to question strangers."