When Miss Emmeline and the English folk were leaving Hynds House, everybody in Hyndsville turned out to say "Good-by." Even our lanky old Judge was on hand, with a great bunch of carnations and a huge box of bonbons for Miss Emmeline.
"Sophy," Miss Emmeline said, smiling, "I don"t see anything left for me to do but come back to Hyndsville, do you?"
"No, I don"t. And come soon. Hynds House won"t feel the same without you. I thought of all she had taught me by just being her fine, frank self, and looked at her gratefully. She looked back at me quizzically, and of a sudden she slipped her arm around my shoulders.
"Sophy Smith," said she, softly, "I have met many women in my time, many far more brilliant and beautiful, and what the world calls gifted, than you. But I have met none with a greater capacity for unselfish loving. It"s easy enough to win love, a harder thing to keep it, but divinest of all to give it and keep on giving it. And there"s where your great gift lies, Sophy." And she kissed me, with misty eyes, and such a tender face!
That put such a friendly, warm glow in my heart that I was sorry to part even with the Englishman"s daughter, Athena though she was, and I mortally afraid of her. As for her father, he was bewailing the parting with Alicia, whose Irishness was a manna in the wilderness to him.
"It"s like saying good-by to the Fountain of Youth," he lamented.
"You"re more than a pretty girl: you"re the eternal feminine in Irish!"
"She"s the Eternal Irish in proper English, that"s what she is!"
said The Author darkly, and looked so wise that everybody looked respectful, though n.o.body knew what he meant. Perhaps he didn"t know, himself.
After the train had gone, Doctor Geddes hustled us into his waiting car.
"I"m going to take you for a quiet spin in the country, to make the better acquaintance of Madame Spring-in-Carolina," he said. A few minutes later he swung the car into a lonesome and lovely road edged with pines, and sa.s.safras, and sumach, and ca.s.sena bushes, and festooned with vines. Madame Spring-in-Carolina had coaxed the green things to come out and grow, and the people of the sky to try their jeweled wings in her fine new sunlight. The Judas-tree was red, the dogwood white, the honey-locust a breath from Eden. A blossomy wind came out of the heart of the world, and there were birds everywhere, impudently eloquent.
We didn"t want to talk, or even to think; we just wanted to be alive and glad with everything else. The very car seemed to feel something of this intoxication, for as it went flying down the road it hummed and purred and sang s.n.a.t.c.hes of the Song of Speed to itself. We turned a corner, I remember. And then there was a frightful lurch and jar, and the big car bounded into the air, and turned over in the ditch. I remember the rear wheels turning with a grinding, spitting noise.
When I woke up, Alicia was sitting by the side of the road, with the doctor"s head in her lap, and I was lying on the gra.s.s near by. Her eyes were big and blank in a bloodless face, and the curling ends of her long bright hair hung in the dust. There was a cruel red mark on her forehead. Otherwise she was quite uninjured. I wasn"t conscious of any pain myself--not then, at least.
"Sophy," Alicia said, impersonally, "Doctor Geddes is dead." And she fell to stroking his cheek lightly, with one finger; "quite dead.
Without one word to me, Sophy!"
The figure on the ground looked dreadfully still and helpless. There was something ghastly wrong in seeing so strong a man lie so still and helpless. And the road, an unfrequented one, was unutterably lonesome. There was nothing, n.o.body in sight--nothing but the buzzard, black against the blue sky, tipping his wings to the wind.
"You must go for help," I mumbled.
"I dare not leave him. I know he"s dead, Sophy. But--he might open his eyes, just once more. You see, he didn"t know, before he--died, that I was very much in love with him--oh, terribly in love with him, Sophy!--from the first time I saw him standing in our door. I thought you cared for him, too, Sophy dear--and I sent him away from me-- And now he has gotten himself killed." With a gentle touch she pushed back the thick reddish hair from his forehead. She looked at me imploringly: "Don"t let him be dead, Sophy! For G.o.d"s sake, Sophy, don"t let him be dead! Make him open his eyes, Sophy!"
A negro teamster came upon us, recognized the doctor, shrieked, and set off for help, lashing his mules into a mad run. But Alicia never moved, and I huddled beside her, numb and silent, looking at the white face upon her knees. With all the impatience wiped out, it was a fine face, at once strong and sweet.
"Richard," said Alicia, "Richard, if I had been killed, and you begged and prayed me from your breaking heart to listen to you, to understand that you"d cared for me, only me, all along, _somehow_ I"d manage to let you know I understood. Richard, listen to me! Open your eyes, Richard. Please, please, Richard, open your eyes!"
Her voice was so piteous that I fell to weeping. And, by the mercy of G.o.d, Richard opened his eyes and stared with blue blankness straight into Alicia"s quivering, anguished face.
"Richard," said she, bending down to him, "my dear, dear love, keep your eyes open just a little longer, until I can make you understand. Oh, Richard, I cared! Indeed, indeed, I cared!"
The blue stare never wavered. It gathered intensity.
"Don"t, don"t look at me like that, Richard!" cried Alicia, beginning to sob wildly. "Don"t--don"t look so--so _angelic_, dear.
Look like your own self at me, Richard! Oh, darling, for our dear G.o.d"s mercy"s sake, please, please try to look bad-tempered just once more!"
His pale lips twitched curiously. He sighed. Then he murmured something that sounded like "not sure."
"Not sure?" wept Alicia. "Oh, my heart, my heart!"
"I think--could die in peace--say "I love you, Richard,"" murmured the doctor.
"Oh, I do, I do love you, Richard--_frightfully_!" sobbed Alicia. "I love you with all my heart!"
The corpse sat up, and for a dead man he showed considerable life.
Painfully he rose, and stood staggering on his feet, big, pale, shaken, with a b.u.mp the size of an egg on the side of his head, but with such shining blue eyes! He put out a big hand and lifted Alicia from the ground.
"Leetchy," said Doctor Geddes, "if you ever take back what you"ve said I shall be sorry I wasn"t killed. But I don"t mind staying alive if you"ll keep on loving me. If I stay alive, will you marry me, Leetchy?"
"If you don"t, I can"t m-m-marry any-anybody at all!" wailed Alicia.
"Amen!" said the doctor. "Now stop crying, and put your hand into my pocket, and you"ll find something that"s been owing you this long time, Leetchy."
Alicia blinked, and rubbed her eyes, then slipped her hand into his breast pocket and drew forth a small, square, satin-lined box; an inviting box.
"Richard!" she exclaimed, "why, Richard!" Then: "Of all the impudence!" cried Alicia, scandalized. "Why, you haven"t even _asked_ me! Whoever in this world heard of buying a girl"s ring before she"s said "Yes"?"
"Alicia," said Doctor Richard Geddes, "I"m your Man, and you know it. And you"re my Girl, and I know it. Here, let"s see if this thing fits."
Meekly Alicia, the impudent, the flirt, held out her slim hand.
"That"s settled, thank G.o.d!" said the doctor. And he swept her clear off her feet, and kissed her with thoroughness and enthusiasm.
"Richard! People are coming! They"ll see you!"
"Let "em!"
I sat there quietly, and stared at the two of them with a sort of vacant watchfulness. My hat was gone, my hairpins had taken unto themselves wings, and my hair, covered with dust, hung about me like a veil. I was just beginning to be conscious of pain. It was a shuddering pain, new and cruel, and I winced. The next minute Alicia was kneeling beside me, and her face had again become quite colorless.
"Sophy!" her voice sounded shrill and far off. "Sophy, you said you were all right!--Richard, look at Sophy!"
I felt the doctor"s swift, deft hands upon me. And more pain. People were arriving now. Cars stopped, and excited men and women surrounded us. One tall figure leaped from the first car and reached us ahead of all others.
"Geddes!" cried a voice. "Thank G.o.d, Geddes! We were told you"d been killed outright! Alicia all right, too?" Then: "Sophy!" This time it was a cry of terror. "Never tell me it"s Sophy!"
I saw his face bent over me. Then a red mist came, and then everything went dark.
CHAPTER XIX
DEEP WATERS
Somewhere, far, far off, a faint and feeble little light glimmered, one small point of light in vast blackness. In the whole universe there wasn"t anything or anybody but just that tiny light, and swift black water, and drowning me. Something deep within me--I think occultists call it the body-spirit--was clamoring frantically to hold fast to the light, because if that went under I should go under, too. I tried to keep my eyes upon the trembling spark.
Whereupon the light changed to a sound, the monotonous insistence of which forced me to be worriedly aware of it. It was--why, it was a voice, calling, over and over and over again, "_Sophy! Sophy!_"
Somebody was calling _me_. With an immense effort I managed to raise my eyelids. I was lying in a bed, and caught a drowsy, fleeting glimpse of four posts.