"JULIA.
"P.S. I forgot. Send a carriage by Wilder. I don"t want a driver. We will go round by Arthur"s mother"s, and be with you this evening. J.
"P.S. Send me a skirt."
And whether the sun stood still or journeyed on, they did not note, nor could they remember what Mrs. Wilder gave them for dinner, or whether they tasted it. At last Wilder appeared with a light carriage and pair. Julia"s saddle was put on board, and the lovers, Julia holding the reins, drove away.
CHAPTER LI.
THE RETURN.
Spring came with its new life and promise, sweetly and serenely to the home and heart of Barton"s mother, who was looking and hoping for his return, with a strong, intense, but silent yearning. For herself, for his brothers, and more for Julia, whom she now understood, and tenderly loved, and whose secret was sacred to her woman"s heart; and most of all for Barton"s own sake; for she knew that when these two met, the shadow that had surrounded them would disappear. Some pang she felt that there should be to him a dearer one; but she knew that Julia did not come between them, and that nothing would chill that side of his heart--the child side--that was next her own.
On Wednesday morning Julia had galloped up and given her Bart"s letter of Tuesday, so that she knew he was in Chardon, well and hopeful, and would return to her as soon as he escaped from his trial.
Thursday evening Dr. Lyman came all aglow from Chardon. He had seen Bart and heard his argument, and all the enthusiasm of his nature was fully excited.
Now on this long, warm Friday--the anniversary of his departure--he was to come; and naturally enough she looked to see him come the way he went--from the east. Often, even before noon, she turned her eyes wistfully down the road, and until it met the rise the other side of the little valley, so on up past the red school house, and was lost over the summit; but the road was empty and lonely.
As the afternoon ran toward evening, she began to grow anxious.
Suddenly the sound of wheels caught her ear, and she turned as Judge Markham"s grays headed up to her gate. She recognized Julia, who, without waiting to be helped, sprang lightly from the carriage, with her face radiant, and bounding to her threw her arms about her neck.
"Oh, mother--my mother now--he is here. I met him in those blessed woods and brought him to you."
Then she made room for him, and for a moment the mother"s arms encircled them both. How glad and happy she was, no man may know; as no man understands, and no woman can reveal, the depth and strength of mother love.
The three in happy tears--tears, that soon vanish, went into the dear old house, into whose every room Bart rushed in a moment, calling for the boys, and asking a thousand unanswered questions, and coming back, with a flood of words, half tears and half laughs.
"So, Bart," said the proud and happy mother, "it is all right," with a look towards Julia. "I knew it would be."
"And, mother, you knew it, too?"
"A woman sees where a man is blind, sometimes," she answered. "And boys must find these things out for themselves. Poor boy, I wanted somebody to whisper it to you."
"Somebody has done so, mother, and I am now so glad that it was left for that one to tell me."
The boys came in, and were a little overwhelmed, even George, with the warmth of their brother"s reception. Julia went straight to George, saying, "Now, sir, you belong to me; you are to be my dear youngest brother! What a row of handsome brothers I shall have--there!--there!"--with a kiss for each word.
George at first did not quite comprehend: "Julia, are you going to be Bart"s wife?"
"Yes," with a richer color.
"When?"
"Hush! That isn"t a question for you to ask." And she bent over him with another low sweet "hush," that he understood.
Soon the Colonel and his sweet young wife came in, and they all came to know that Julia was one of them; and she knew what warm, true hearts had come so suddenly about her with their strong, steady tenderness.
Then, as the sun fell among the western tree tops, Julia said to Mrs.
Ridgeley, "Now Arthur must drive me home; his other mother has not seen him; and to-morrow I will bring him to you. He is to remain with us, and we will come and go between our two homes for, I don"t know how long; until he grows stout and strong, and has run through all the woods, and visited all the dear old places, and grows weary of us, and sighs for Blackstone, and all those horrid books."
She took her happy place by his side in the carriage, after kissing them all, including Ed, and they drove leisurely away.
As they went, he told her gaily of the lonely walk, in darkness, when he last went over this road. The sketch brought new tears to the tender eyes at his side.
"Oh, Arthur! if you could have only known! if you had come to me for one moment."
"Today could never have come," he interrupted. "I like it as it is.
How could I ever have had the beautiful revelation of your high and heroic qualities, Julia? And we could not have met as we did this morning. The very memory of that meeting equals the hope and blessedness of Heaven."
Down past the quiet houses they rode; through bits of woods that still fringed parts of the road; down past the old saw mill; up over the hill, where they paused to look over the beautiful pond, full to its high banks; then to the State road, and south over the high hills, overlooking the little cemetery, towards which Bart looked tenderly.
"Not to-night, love," said Julia; "their beautiful spirits see and love, and go with us."
So in the twilight, and with a pensive and serene happiness, they pa.s.sed up through the straggling village, Julia and her lover, to her own home.
It had somehow been made known that Bart would that evening arrive.
His trunk had been received by the stage, at the stage house, and a group of curious persons were on the look out in front of Parker"s, as they drove past. When Bart lifted his hat, they recognized and greeted him with a hearty cheer; which was repeated when the carriage pa.s.sed the store. Bart was deeply touched.
"You see," said the happy Julia, "that everybody loves you."
"You see they greet us on your account," he answered.
A little group was also at her father"s gate, and as Bart sprang out, Julia"s mother took him by both hands.
"So you have come at last, and will be one of us."
Just how he answered, or how Julia alighted, he could never tell.
This was the final touch and test, and if the whole did not vanish, he should certainly accept it all as real.
"What a sweet and wonderful little romance it all is," said the happy mother; "and to happen to us here, in this new, wild, humdrum region!
Who shall say that G.o.d does not order, and that heroism does not exist; and that faithful love is not still rewarded."
"Mrs. Markham"--
"Call me mother!" said that lady; "I have long loved you, and thought of you as my son."
"And your husband?" said Bart.
"Is here to answer for himself," said the Judge, entering. He came forward and greeted Bart warmly.
"Judge Markham," said Bart, holding each parent by a hand; "Julia and I met by accident this morning, at the place where we were sheltered a year ago. We found that no explanation was needed, and we there asked G.o.d to bless our love and marriage. Of course we may have taken too much for granted."
"No, no!" said the Judge, warmly, placing Julia"s hand within his. "We will now, and always, and ever, ask G.o.d to bless your love, and crown it with a true and sacred marriage. Such as ours has been, my love, won"t we?"