The fine music and varied entertainments at the house served also to beguile her time. On one occasion the young people were arranging a series of tableaux, and she was asked to personate Jephtha"s daughter.
When the curtain rose on her lovely face and large, dark eyes, the Hebrew maiden and her pathetic history grew into vivid reality against the dim background of the past.
After all, the time that intervened between Monday and Friday afternoon was spent in waiting, and even the hours toward the last were counted. The expression in Graydon"s dark blue eyes was always the same when he greeted her, and recalled the line:
"Kinder than Love is my true friend."
On Sat.u.r.days they took long tramps, seeking objective points far beyond the range of ordinary ramblers.
CHAPTER XL
THE END OF THE WOOING
Madge had often turned wistful eyes toward High Peak, and on the last Sat.u.r.day before their final return to the city she said to Graydon, "Dare we attempt it? Perhaps if we gave the day to the climb, and took it leisurely--"
"There"s no "perhaps" about it. We"ll go if you wish. I should like nothing better than to get lost with you."
"There is no danger of getting lost," she replied, hastily. "The hotel must be visible from the whole line of its summit, and I am told that there is a path to the top of the mountain."
"I will be ready in half an hour," he said.
It was a lovely day in early September. The air was soft, yet cool and bracing enough to make climbing agreeable. Graydon had a lunch basket, which he could sling over his shoulder, well filled, and ordered a carriage. "There is no need of our tramping over the intervening miles of dusty roads which must be pa.s.sed before we begin our climb," he said, "and the distance we ride will make a pleasant drive for Mary and the children."
Madge and Graydon reached the summit without any great difficulty, Mary having returned with the a.s.surance that they would find their own way back to the hotel.
As the hours pa.s.sed, Graydon began to gather more hope than he had dared to entertain since his shattered theory had so disheartened him.
In spite of his fancied knowledge about Madge, it was hard to believe she was very unhappy that morning. There was an elasticity to her step, a ring of genuine gladness in her tones and laugh, which did not suggest that she was consciously carrying a heavy burden.
"She certainly is the bravest and most unselfish girl I ever imagined," he thought, as they left the highest point after enjoying the view. "With an art so inimitable as to be artless, she has tried to give me enjoyment. Instead of regarding herself as one to be entertained, she has been pouring forth words, fancies, s.n.a.t.c.hes of song like sparkling wine, and I am exhilarated instead of being wearied."
When at last they found a spring at which to eat their lunch, he told her so, concluding, "This mountain air does you good, Madge."
"So do you," she replied, with a piquant nod. "Don"t be conceited when I tell you that you are good company."
"No; but I can"t help being happy."
"Oh, indeed! It doesn"t seem to take much to make you happy."
"Not very much from you."
"Pa.s.s me a biscuit, Graydon; I want something more substantial than fine speeches after our climb. Isn"t all this truly Arcadian--this mossy rug on which we have placed our lunch, the trees whispering about us overhead, and the spring there bubbling over with something concerning which it murmurs so contentedly?"
"I wonder what they think of us! I can imagine one thing."
"You are always imagining. The idea of your being a banker! Well, there is a loud whisper from the trees. What was remarked?"
"That yonder little girl doesn"t look so very unhappy."
"No, Graydon," she said, earnestly, "you make Sat.u.r.days and Sundays very bright to me. No girl ever had a truer friend than you are becoming."
"Have become, Madge."
"Graydon," she said, eagerly, as if hastening from dangerous ground, "the hotel is there just opposite to us. Don"t you think we could scramble down the mountain here, and return by Kaaterskill Clove and the Falls? It would be such fun, and save such a very long distance!"
"We"ll try it," he said.
"Come," she resumed, brusquely, "you are spoiling me. You say yes to everything. If you don"t think it safe or best you must not humor me."
"We can soon learn whether it"s safe and practicable, and there is no danger of losing our way. We have only to return over the mountain in order to strike the path somewhere at right angles."
"Let us hasten, then. I am in the mood to end our sojourn in the Catskills by an hour or two of contact with nature absolutely primitive. The scenes we shall pa.s.s through will be so pleasant to think of by a winter fire."
"Winter fire? That"s capital! You are not going back to Santa Barbara, Madge?"
"I haven"t promised that--I haven"t promised anything."
"No; I have done all the promising."
"You did so of your own free will."
"And of my own free will shall keep my promises. No, don"t let us leave any remnants of our lunch. Should we get lost you will want something more substantial than fine speeches."
"I shall indeed."
Graydon filled from the spring the bottle which had contained milk; and then packing his little hamper he led the way downward, over and through obstacles which often involved no little difficulty, and sometimes almost danger.
"May I help you all I please?" he asked.
"Yes, when I can"t help myself."
Then he began to rejoice over the ruggedness of the way, which made it proper to take her hand so often, and at times even to lift her over a fallen tree.
"What fun it is!" cried Madge.
"The best I ever had," he replied, promptly. But they had not realized the difficulty of their attempt; for when little more than half-way to the foot of the mountain they came to a ledge down which there appeared no place for safe descent. As they were skirting this precipice perilously near the edge, he holding Madge"s hand, some loose debris gave way beneath his feet.
Instead of instinctively clinging to Madge"s hand, even in the act of falling he threw it up and around a small tree, which she grasped, and regained her footing, while he went down and disappeared.
At first she was so appalled that she could do no more than clutch the tree convulsively and look with blank horror at the spot where she had seen him last. Then came the thought, "His life may now depend upon me."
The distance he had fallen would not be necessarily fatal, and below the ledge there were low scrubby trees that might have broken the impetus of his descent. She called in tones that might have evoked an answer even from the lips of death; then, with a resolution in her pallid face which nothing could daunt, she sought to reach her side.
At first Graydon was utterly unconscious. At last, like a dim light entering a darkened room, thought and memory began to revive. He remembered that he had been at Madge"s side, and had fallen; he had grasped at branches of trees as he pa.s.sed through them, and then all had become dark. He tried to speak, to call his companion, but found be could not. He almost doubted whether he was alive in the flesh. If he were he must have received some terrible injury that had caused a strange paralysis.
His confused thoughts finally centred wholly on Madge. Had she fallen?
The thought of her, perhaps injured, possibly lying unconscious or dead near him, and he helpless, caused a dull, vague dread, like a cold tide, to overwhelm his very soul. He tried to move, to spring up, but only his mind appeared free. Then he thought he recognized her voice calling in the distance. Soon, with alternations of hope and fear, he heard her steps and voice draw nearer. She had evidently found a way down the ledge, and was coming along its base toward him--coming swiftly, almost recklessly.