"It depends on my luck. You will get on better when I"m away."
"It"s cruel for you to speak like that," she replied, her eyes moistening.
"I suppose it is," was his rueful reply; "but I can be more patient, I imagine, back in the mountains than here."
"But how about poor me?"
"That is a question that I often ask myself, Miss Wildmere, but you alone can answer it. As far as I am able to judge, you can meet the problem in your mind, whatever it is, as well, if not better, in my absence. You must understand me, and I have promised to be reasonably patient."
"Very well, Mr. Muir," she replied, in apparent sadness, "I will try not to tax your patience beyond what you well term reason."
"Something far beyond reason, and--I may add--pride also, permits you to tax it all. I would rather not revert to this topic again. It is embarra.s.sing to us both. I cannot help saying, however, that it is essential to my happiness that the present state of affairs should soon cease."
"If it were only present happiness that one had to consider--" she began, and then hastened away.
Thus she played upon his sympathy, and held him by the generous side of his nature.
But he determined not to give Arnault the pleasure of seeing him wait for the crumbs of time that fell from his table, and he delighted Madge, having sought her out on the piazza, by remarking: "It is so cool to-day I do not see why we cannot start at once. I shall not find the time too long, for you can talk as well as ride."
She made good his words, and gave wings to the hours. Among the scenes through which they pa.s.sed, she reminded him, not of an exotic or a stray tropical bird, but rather of the ideal mountain nymph humanized, developed into modern life, the strong original forces of nature harmonized into perfect womanhood, yet unimpaired. Her smiles, her piquant words, and, above all, the changing expression of her lovely eyes, affected him subtilely, and again imparted a rising exhilaration. Her thoughts came not like the emptying of a cup, but rippled forth like a sparkling rill from some deep and exhaustless supply. And what reservoir is more inexhaustible than the love of a heart like hers?--a love born as naturally and unconsciously as life itself--that, when discovered, changes existence by a sudden kaleidoscopic turn, compelling all within and without to pa.s.s at once into new arrangement and combination--that inspires heroic, patient effort, self-denial, and even self-sacrifice.
She had prepared herself for this opportunity by years of training and thought, but his presence brought her an inspiration beyond all that she had gained from books or study. He was the magician who unconsciously had the power to waken and kindle her whole nature, to set the blood flowing in her veins like wine, and to arouse a rapidity and versatility of thought that was surprising even to herself. With the pure genius of love she threw about his mind gossamer threads, drew the filaments together, and held them in her heart. The pulses of life grew stronger within him, his fancy kindled, the lore of books long since forgotten, as he supposed, flashed into memory, and out into happy allusion and suggestion. Still his wonder increased that her knowledge coincided so fully with his own, and that their lines of reading had been so closely parallel. It was hard for him to find a terra incognita of thought into which she had not made some slight explorations. In his own natural domains she skilfully appeared to know enough to follow, but not to lead with mortifying superiority.
She also had her own preserves of thought and fancy, of which she gave him tantalizing glimpses, then let fall the screening boughs; and he, who fain would see more, was content to pa.s.s on, a.s.sured that another vista would soon be revealed. It was the reserve of this frank girl that most charmed and incited him, the feeling, more or less defined, that while she appeared to manifest herself by every word and smile, something richer and rarer still was hidden.
"No one will ever have a chance to understand her fully but the man she loves," he thought. "To him she would give the clew to all her treasures, or else show them with sweet abandon, and it would require a lifetime for the task. She has a beauty and a character that would never pall, for the reason that she draws her life so directly from nature. I have never met a woman that affected me as she does."
He sighed again. In spite of the loyalty to which he believed himself fully committed, Stella Wildmere, with her Wall Street complications, her variegated experience as to adorers, and her present questionable diplomacy, seemed rather faded beside this girl, upon whose heart the dew still rested.
For the first time the thought pa.s.sed consciously through his mind, "Stella has never made me so happy as I have been the last few hours.
More than that, she never gave life an aspect so rich, sweet, and full of n.o.ble possibility. Madge makes blase, shallow cynicism impossible in a fellow."
As he danced with Miss Wildmere that evening, or sauntered with her on the piazza or through secluded paths, the same tendency to comparisons tormented him. He could not make himself believe that Miss Wildmere"s words were like the flow of a clear, bubbling spring, pure and sweet.
There was in them a sediment, the product of a life which had pa.s.sed through channels more and more distasteful to contemplate.
The next day he went to town to look after some business matters, and returned by the latest train. To his surprise he found Madge absent, and was immediately conscious of a vague sense of disappointment.
CHAPTER XXVI
MRS. MUIR"S ACCOUNT
After a light supper Graydon went in search of Stella, but she was nowhere to be found, nor had the warm evening lured Mrs. Wildmere from her room. He had learned that Arnault was still at the house, and he inferred, from the surpa.s.sing beauty of the moonlit evening, that his rival would not let such witching hours pa.s.s without an effort to turn them to account. With a frown he retreated from the music, dancing, and gayety of a full house, and went up to Mrs. Muir"s room.
That lady was found writing to her husband, but she welcomed Graydon, and began volubly: "I"m very glad you have come; I"m so full and overflowing about Madge that I had to write to Henry."
"It certainly does seem an odd proceeding on her part--this remaining all night at a farmhouse among strangers," was his discontented reply.
"It would be odd in any one but Madge. I do not think there are many girls in this house who would be guilty of such eccentricities--certainly not Miss Wildmere," she added, with a rather malicious twinkle in her eyes. "If I were a man, I wouldn"t stand it.
I"ve been on the alert somewhat to-day, for I don"t wish to see you made a fool of. That Mr. Arnault has been at her side the livelong time, and he"s out driving with her now."
"I understand all about that," said Graydon, impatiently; "tell me about Madge."
"Perhaps you do, and perhaps you don"t. It"s certainly beyond my comprehension," continued Mrs. Muir, determined to free her mind.
"If she is anything to you, or wishes to be, her performances are as unique as those of Madge, although in a different style. We Alden girls were not brought up in that way. Pardon me; I know it"s your affair, but you are my brother, and have been a good one, too. I can"t wonder that Henry dislikes her. Well, well, I see you are getting nettled, and I won"t say anything more, but tell you about Madge. It has been an awfully hot day, you know, and I did not order a carriage till five. Madge was restless, and had sighed for a gallop more than once, so I proposed to do the best for her I could. As we were starting for our drive Dr. Sommers appeared, and I asked him to go with us.
""I will," he said, "if you will take me to see one of my patients--one that will make Miss Alden contented till she has some imaginary trouble of her own. My horse is nearly used up from the long drive I"ve had in the heat."
""Oh, do take me to see some one in trouble!" exclaimed Madge.
""Yes," replied the doctor, laughing, "that will be a novelty. To see you young ladies dancing and promenading, one would think you had never heard of trouble."
"After a lovely drive through a wild valley we came to a little gray farmhouse, innocent of paint since the memory of man. The mountain rose steeply behind it with overhanging rocks, cropping out through the forest here and there. An orchard shaded the dwelling, and beyond the narrow roadway in front brawled a trout-stream. To the eastward were rough, stony fields, that sloped up, at what seemed an angle of forty-five degrees, to other wooded mountains. It was the roughest, wildest-looking place I ever saw. How strange and lonely it must look now in the moonlight, with not another dwelling in sight!"
"Too lonely for Madge to be there," exclaimed Graydon. "I don"t like it, and I should not have expected such imprudence from you, Mary."
"Oh, Madge is safe enough! Wait till you know all. Well, the farmer and his wife were at their early supper when we arrived. I went in with Madge and the doctor, for I wanted to see how such people lived, and also thought I could do something for them. I hadn"t been in the room five minutes, however, before I gave up all thought of offering a.s.sistance. The people were plainly and even poorly dressed. The man was in his shirt-sleeves, but he put on his coat immediately. He had a kind of natural, quiet dignity and a subdued manner--the result of his trouble, no doubt. We were in their little sitting-room or parlor, but the door into the kitchen, where they had been taking their meal, was open. The room we were in was very plainly furnished, but perfectly neat, and I was at once struck by the number of books that it contained. Would you believe it? one of the leading magazines lay on the table. The mother, a pale, gaunt woman, who looked utterly worn out, went with the doctor to the adjoining sick-room, and the husband"s eyes followed them anxiously.
""Your place seems rather lonely," I said to him, "but you evidently know how to find society in books."
""Yes," he answered, "I s"pose this region seems lonesome to you, but not to us who were brought up here. It all depends on what you"re used to, especially when you"re a-growin" up. I"m not much of a reader myself, but Tilly was"; and he heaved a great sigh. "She took to readin" almost as soon as to walkin"," he continued, "and used to read aloud to us. I s"pose I soon dozed off, but her mother took it all in, and durin" the long winter evenin"s they kinder roamed all over the world together. I suspicion Tilly had more books than was good for her, but she was our only child, and I couldn"t say no to her. She edicated herself to be a teacher, and stood high, and we was proud of her, sure enough, but I"m afeared all that study and readin" wasn"t good for her;" and then came another of his deep sighs.
"Madge"s great eyes meanwhile were more and more full of trouble, and there was a deal of pathos suggested by the man"s simple story.
Indeed, I felt my own throat swelling at the poor man"s last sigh, it was so deep and natural, and seemed to express a great sorrow, for which there were no words in his homely vernacular."
"What selfish egotists we are over our picayune vexations!" Graydon muttered.
"Well, the mother and the doctor now appeared. The latter looked grave; and when he looks grave things are serious indeed.
""Ain"t she no better?" the father asked, with entreaty in his tone.
""I wish she was," said the doctor, in his blunt way, which nevertheless expressed more sympathy than a lot of fine phrases. Then he said to the mother: "You"re all worn out, and yet she"ll need close watching to-night. Isn"t there some neighbor--"
""Oh, please let me stay!" began Madge, in a low, eager tone, speaking for the first time. "I"m strong, and I"ll follow your directions in everything. Do, please. I"ve been ill myself, and think I know how to nurse."
"The woman hesitated, and looked doubtfully, wonderingly, at the doctor. Madge sprang up, and taking the mother"s hand, continued: "Indeed, madam, you do look worn out; you will be ill yourself. For your daughter"s sake, as well as mine, let me stay."
""For your sake, miss?"
""Yes, for my sake. Why should I not bear a little of this heavy burden? It will do me good. Doctor, say I can stay. My strength should not be wasted in amus.e.m.e.nt only."
""Well," he replied, "if Mrs. Muir consents, there"s no one I"d trust sooner."
""Then it"s settled, Mary," she said, in her decisive way. "It"s perfectly proper for me to stay under the protection of these good people."
""But you haven"t had your supper," I began.