Hudgers and Amarilly "dished up and poured" in the woodshed, while the boys acted as waiters, having been thoroughly trained by Amarilly for the occasion.
"Do you know," laughed Derry, "I was so surprised and relieved to find that the Boarder had a cognomen like other people. It never occurred to me before that he must of course have a name."
Colette smiled politely but perfunctorily. She was living too deeply to-night to appreciate wit. John, too, was strangely silent, his eyes resting often and adoringly upon Colette. Shrewdly Derry divined the situation and relieved it by rattling on with a surface banter that demanded no response.
"These refreshments," he observed, "are certainly the handiwork of my little maid. They have a flavor all her own. I am proud of Amarilly"s English, too."
"I wonder," said Colette, "if you are doing quite right, Mr. Phillips, in improving Amarilly to such an extent? I am afraid she will grow beyond her family."
"No; even you, pardon me, Miss King, don"t know Amarilly as I do. She couldn"t get beyond them in her heart, although she may in other directions. Her heart is in the right place, and it will bridge any distance that may lie between them."
John looked up attentively and approvingly.
"Amarilly has too much apt.i.tude for learning not to be encouraged, and I shall do more for her before long. We have pursued a select course of reading this winter. She has read aloud while I painted. We began stumblingly with Alice in Wonderland and are now groping through mythology."
After refreshments had been served, Lily Rose went to her bedroom to don her travelling gown, and when the happy couple had driven away amid a shower of rice and shouts from the neighbors, John"s carriage drew up.
"John," asked Colette, after a happy little moment in his arms, "did you read my note and did you see what the date was?"
"Colette, surely it was the dearest love-letter a man ever received. If I could have had it all these dreary months!"
"Do you wonder that I feared its falling into strange hands?"
"Tell me its history, Colette. How you recovered it, and why you thought it was in the surplice in the first place?"
"I wrote it the day after you asked me--you know--"
There was another happy disappearance and silence before she resumed:
"I was sentimental enough to want to deliver it in an unusual way. I took it to Mrs. Jenkins"s house the day your surplice was to be returned to you, and I slipped it inside the pocket. I wanted you to find it there on Sunday morning. I didn"t know what to think when you looked at me so oddly that Sunday--yes, I know now that you were wondering at my silence. And when we came home in the fall and I learned from Amarilly that strangers might be reading and laughing at my ardent love-letter, which must have pa.s.sed through many and alien hands, I was so horrified I couldn"t act rational or natural. I was--yes, I will "fess up, John,-- I was unreasonable, as you said and--No, John! wait until I finish before you--"
"You want to know how and where it was found? It seems at the same time your surplice was laundered, a lace waist of mine was at their house. I didn"t care for a "fumigated waist" so, like you, I made Amarilly a present perforce. She laid it away in its wrappings to keep until her wedding day. Out of the goodness of her generous little heart she loaned it to Lily Rose and yesterday, when they were trying it on, Amarilly found my note in the sleeve. Mrs. Jenkins was appealed to and remembered that when the things were ready to be sent home, she found the note on the floor, and supposing it had fallen from the waist slipped it inside and forgot all about it. I decided that it should be delivered in the manner originally planned."
"But, Colette," he asked wistfully, a few moments later, "if you had never found it would you have kept me always in suspense and never have given me an answer? I began to hope, that night I called, that you were relenting."
"I was, John. Amarilly had been telling me of the Boarder"s love for Lily Rose, and it made me lonely for you, and I determined in any event to give you your answer--this answer--to-night. And so I did, and--I think that is all, John."
"Not all, Colette."
CHAPTER XXV
The dairy business continued to prove profitable to Gus, the cow remaining contented, loving and giving. One night, however, there came the inevitable reaction, and the gentle creature in the cow-shed felt the same stifling she had rebelled against on the night of the stampede when she had made her wild dash for liberty. Moved by these recollections, the sedate, orderly cow became imbued with a feeling of unrest, and demolishing the frail door was once more at large. In a frenzy of freedom she dashed about the yard. Her progress was somewhat impeded by contact with the surplice which, pinned to the clothes-line, was flapping in the breezes. Maddened by this obstruction which hung, veil-like, over her bovine lineaments, she gave a twist of her Texas horns, a tug, and the surplice was released, but from the line only; it twined itself like a white wraith about the horns.
Then the sportive animal frisked over the low back fence and across the hill, occasionally stepping on a released end of the surplice and angrily tearing her way through the garment. She made her road to the railroad track. That sight, awakening bitter memories of a packed cattle-car, caused her to slacken her Mazeppa-like speed. While she paused, the night express backed onto the side track to await the coming of the eastbound train. The cow, still in meditation, was silhouetted in the light of a harvest moon.
"This "ere," a home-bound cattleman was saying to a friend on the platform, "is nigh onto whar we dropped a cow. I swar if thar ain"t that blasted cow now, what? Know her from hoof to horn, though what kind of a Christmas tree she"s got on fer a bunnit, gits me! Ki, yi! Ki, yi!"
At the sound of the shrill, weird cry, the animal stood at bay. Again came the well-known strident halloo. A maelstrom of memories was awakened by the call. Instinctively obeying the old summons she started toward the train, when from over the hill behind her she heard another command.
"Co, boss! Co, boss!"
The childish anxious treble rose in an imploring wail.
The cow paused irresolute, hesitating between the lure of the old life on the plains and the recent domestic existence.
"Co, boss!"
There was a note of entreaty, of affection, in the cry.
After all, domesticity was her birthright. With an answering low of encouragement the black cow turned and trotted amiably back to meet the little dairyman.
"Well, I"ll be jiggered," said the cattleman, as the train pulled out.
"I"d a swore it was old Jetblack. Maybe "twas. She was only a milker anyway, and I guess she"s found a home somewhere."
Gus with arm lovingly about the cow"s neck walked home.
"Bossy," he said in gently reproaching tones, "how could you give me such a skeer? I thought I"d lost you, and I"d hev sure missed you--you, yerself--more"n I would the money your milk brings us."
Then for the first time, the lad"s eyes noted the decorated horns.
"What in thunder--"
He began to unwind the ribbons of white cloth, the stringed remnants of the surplice.
"Gracious Peter! It"s the surplus! What will Amarilly say--and Lily Rose? It"s only fit fer carpet rags now. Well, if this ain"t the end of the surplus after all it has went through! I wonder what bossy wanted of it? Thought jest cause she was a cow, she must be a cow ketcher, I suppose."
Great was the joy of the Jenkinses at the restoration of the cow, but there was grievous lament from Amarilly for the fate of the precious garment.
"It was our friend--our friend in need!" she mourned.
"I"m so glad we hev a picter of it," said Lily Rose, gazing fondly at the photograph of the Boarder in the saintly robes.
"I"ll go and tell Miss King," said Amarilly the next morning. "She said she felt that the surplice would come to some tragic end."
"It was a fitting fate for so mysterious a garment," commented Colette.
"You couldn"t expect any ordinary, common-place ending for the surplice.
After officiating at funerals, weddings, shop-windows, theatres, p.a.w.nshops, and bishops" dwellings, it could never have simply worn out, or died of old age."
"I don"t see," meditated Amarilly, "what possessed the cow. She"s been so gentle always, and then to fly to pieces that way, and riddle the surplice to bits! It was lucky there was nothing else on the line."
"It"s very simple," said Colette. "I suppose she wanted to go to the train. Maybe she expected to meet a friend. And as nearly everyone else had worn the surplice on special occasions, she thought she could do the same; only, you see, never having been to church she didn"t quite know how to put it on, and I suppose got mad at it because it didn"t fit her and gave vent to her anger by trampling on it."
Amarilly"s doleful little face showed no appreciation of this conceit.
"Don"t look so glum, Amarilly. I have something to show you that will please you."