I tell you point blank, however, that Madge Alden hasn"t her equal in the world. I would love her in a moment if I dared. Would to Heaven I could have spent some time with her immediately after my return! In that case there would have been no Wildmere folly. I declare, Henry, when I thought she must be killed the other day I felt that the end of my own life had come. I can"t tell you what that girl is to me; but with her knowledge of the past how can I approach her in decency?"
"Well," said Mr. Muir, shrugging his shoulders and rising to retire, "you are out of the worst part of your sc.r.a.pe, and Madge is alive and well. This is not a little to be thankful for. I shall confine my advice to business matters. Still, were I in your shoes, I know what I should do. "Faint heart," you know. Good-night."
Graydon did not move, or scarcely answer, but, with every faculty of mind concentrated, he thought, "Henry"s explanation of his use of the present tense does not explain, and there is more meaning in what he left unsaid in our recent interview than in what he said. Can it be possible? Let me take this heavenly theory and, as we were taught at college, see how much there is to support it. Was there any change in her manner toward me before we parted years since? Why, she was taken ill that night when she first met Miss Wildmere, and I stayed away from her so long--idiot!"
From that hour he went forward, scanning everything that had occurred between them, until he saw again her flushing face and startled eyes when he kissed her, and his belief grew strong that it was his immense good-fortune to fulfil the prediction that Madge should be happy.
The thought kept him sleepless most of that night, and made the time which must intervene before he could see her again seem long indeed.
He did his utmost to get the details of his department well in hand during business hours; but after they were over his mind returned at once to Madge, and never did a scientist hunt for facts and hints in support of a pet theory so eagerly as did Graydon scan the past for confirmation of his hope, that long years of companionship had given him a place in Madge"s heart which no one else possessed, and that his blindness or indifference to the truth was the sorrow of her life.
This view explained why she would not regard herself as his sister, and could not permit the intimacy natural to the relation.
When he examined the att.i.tude of his own heart toward her he was not surprised that his affection was pa.s.sing swiftly into a love deeper and far more absorbing than Stella Wildmere had ever inspired.
"The old law of cause and effect," he said, smiling to himself, "and I can imagine no effect in me adequate to the cause. Even when she scarcely cast a shadow she was more companionable than Stella, but it never occurred to me to think of her in any other light than that of little sister Madge. Almost as soon as the thought occurred to me, and I had a right to love her, love became as natural as it was inevitable. Even in the height of my infatuation for Stella, Madge was winning me from her unconsciously to myself."
Such thoughts and convictions imparted a gentle and almost caressing tone to his words when Madge welcomed and accompanied him to his late supper on his return to the mountains.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "PROMISE ME YOU WILL TAKE A LONG REST."]
This significant accent was more marked than ever when she promenaded with him for a brief time on the piazza. Nor did a little brusqueness on her part banish the tone and manner which were slight indeed, but unmistakable to her quick intuition.
"Could Henry have given him a hint?" she queried; and her brow contracted and her eyes flashed indignantly at the thought.
As a result of the suspicion, she left him speedily, and in the morning was glad to hope, from his more natural bearing, that she had been over-sensitive.
The sagacious Graydon, however, was maturing a plan which he hoped would bring her the happiness which it would be his happiness to confer.
"She is so proud and spirited," he thought, "that only when surprised and off her guard will she reveal to me a glimpse of the truth. If I consulted my own pride I wouldn"t speak for a long time to come--not till she had ceased to a.s.sociate me with Stella Wildmere; but if she is loving me as I believe she would love a man, she shall not doubt an hour longer than I can help, that I and my life"s devotion are hers.
Sweet Madge, you shall make your own terms again!"
CHAPTER x.x.xVIII
"CERTAINLY I REFUSE YOU"
Having heard that one of the finest views among the mountains was to be had at Indian Head, a vast overhanging precipice facing toward the entrance to the Kaaterskill Clove, Graydon easily induced Madge to explore with him the tangled paths which led thither.
How his eyes exulted over her as she tripped on before him down the steep, winding, rocky paths! As he followed he often wondered where her feet had found their secure support, so rugged was the way. Yet on she glanced before him, swaying, bending to avoid branches, or pushing them aside, her motions instinct with vitality and natural grace.
Once, however, he had a fright. She was taking a deep descent swiftly, when her skirt caught on a stubborn projecting stump of a sapling, and it appeared that she would fall headlong; but by some surprising, self-recovering power, which seemed exerted even in the act of falling, she lay before him in the path, almost as if reclining easily upon her elbow, and was nearly on her feet again before he could reach her side.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, most solicitously, brushing off the dust from her dress.
"Not in the least," she replied, laughing.
"Well," he exclaimed, "I don"t believe you or any one else could do that so handsomely again if you tried a thousand times! Don"t try, please. I carried you the other day some little distance, and found that you were no longer a little ghost."
"You carried me, Graydon? I thought the people from the farmhouse came."
"Oh, I didn"t wait for them! I was half beside myself."
"Evidently," she replied, a little coolly.
Her tone made him falter in his purpose, and when at last they reached Indian Head, she was so resolutely impersonal in her talk, and had so much to say about the history and the legends of the region of which she had read, that he felt that she was in no mood for what he intended to say. As the time pa.s.sed he grew nervously apprehensive over his project, and at last they started on their return with his plan unfulfilled. They agreed to try a path to their left, which was scarcely distinguishable, and it soon appeared to end at a point that sloped almost perpendicularly to a wild gorge that ran up between the hills.
"That must be what is down on the map as Tamper Clove," said Madge; "and do you know, some think that it was up that valley Irving made poor Rip carry the heavy keg? Oh, I wish we could get down into it and go back that way!"
"Let me explore;" and he began swinging himself down by the aid of saplings and smaller growth. "Some one has pa.s.sed here recently," he called back, "for trees are freshly blazed and branches broken. Yes,"
he cried, a moment later; "here is a well-defined path leading up the clove toward the hotel. Do you think you dare attempt it?"
"Certainly," she answered; and before he could reach her she was half-way down the descent.
"Madge!" he cried, in alarm.
"Oh, don"t worry," she said; "I was over worse places in the West."
"Well, what can"t she do!" he exclaimed, as she stood beside him in the path.
"I can"t give up my own way very easily," she replied. "You have found that out."
"That don"t trouble me in the least. I don"t wish you to give up your own way. It"s warm down here, and our walk won"t be so breezy as if we had followed the ridge."
"We will take it leisurely and have a rest by and by."
The gorge grew narrower and wilder. They pa.s.sed an immense tree, under which Indians may have bivouacked, and in some storm long past the lightning had plowed its way from the topmost branch to its gnarled roots.
At last the path crossed a little rill that tinkled with a faint murmur among the stones, making a limpid pool here and there. Immense bowlders, draped with varied-hued mosses and lichens, were scattered about, where in ages past the melting glacier had left them. The trees that densely shaded the place seemed primeval in their age, loftiness, and s.h.a.ggy girth.
"Oh, what a deliciously cool and lovely spot!" cried Madge, throwing down her alpenstock. "Get me some oak leaves, Graydon, and I will make you a cup and give you a drink."
In a moment she made a fairy chalice with the aid of little twigs, and when she handed it to him, dripping with water, his hand trembled as he took it.
"Why, Graydon," she exclaimed, "what on earth makes you so nervous?"
"I am not used to climbing, and I suppose my hand has a little tremor from fatigue."
"You poor thing! Here is a mossy rock on which you can imitate Rip.
You have only to imagine that my leaf goblet is the goblin flagon of Irving"s legend."
"Where and what would you be after twenty years?"
"Probably a wrinkled spinster at Santa Barbara."
"You wouldn"t go away and leave me?"
"Certainly I would, if I couldn"t wake you up."