"How delightful to see you again so soon!" she said. Then she introduced them to a girl in pink and a girl in blue as Miss Perham and Miss Blanchard, and they shook hands with Marian Chase, whom they already knew, and lastly were presented to Mr. Wade, the youth in white. The three young men eyed one another with a not very friendly scrutiny, just veiled by the necessary outward politeness.
"Then you will be all ready for Thursday,--and your brother too, of course,--and my mother will stop for you at half-past ten on her way down," they heard him say. "Miss Chase will go with the Hopes. Oh, yes; there will be plenty of room. No danger about that. We"re almost sure to have good weather too. Good-morning. I"m so glad you enjoyed the roses."
There was a splendid cl.u.s.ter of Jacqueminot buds in Clover"s dress, at which Clarence glared wrathfully as he caught these words. The only consolation was that the creature in duck was going. He was making his last bows; and one of the girls went with him, which still farther reduced the number of what in his heart Clarence stigmatized as "a crowd."
"I must go too," said the girl in blue. "Good-by, Clover. I shall run in a minute to-morrow to talk over the last arrangements for Thursday."
"What"s going to happen on Thursday?" growled Clarence as soon as she had departed.
"Oh, such a delightful thing," cried Clover, sparkling and dimpling. "Old Mr. Wade, the father of young Mr. Wade, whom you saw just now, is a director on the railroad, you know; and they have given him the director"s car to take a party over the Marshall Pa.s.s, and he has asked Phil and me to go. It is _such_ a surprise. Ever since we came to St.
Helen"s, people have been telling us what a beautiful journey it is; but I never supposed we should have the chance to take it. Mrs. Hope is going too, and the doctor, and Miss Chase and Miss Perham,--all the people we know best, in fact. Isn"t it nice?"
"Oh, certainly; very nice," replied Clarence, in a tone of deep offence.
He was most unreasonably in the sulks. Clover glanced at him with surprise, and then at Geoff, who was talking to Marian. He looked a little serious, and not so bright as in the valley; but he was making himself very pleasant, notwithstanding. Surely he had the same causes for annoyance as Clarence; but his breeding forbade him to show whatever inward vexation he may have felt,--certainly not to allow it to influence his manners. Clover drew a mental contrast between the two which was not to Clarence"s advantage.
"Who"s that fellow anyway?" demanded Clarence. "How long have you known him? What business has he to be bringing you roses, and making up parties to take you off on private cars?"
Something in Clover"s usually soft eyes made him stop suddenly.
"I beg your pardon," he said in an altered tone.
"I really think you should," replied Clover, with pretty dignity.
Then she moved away, and began to talk to Geoff, whose grave courtesy at once warmed into cheer and sun.
Clarence, thus left a prey to remorse, was wretched. He tried to catch Clover"s eye, but she wouldn"t look at him. He leaned against the bal.u.s.trade moody and miserable. Phil, who had watched these various interludes with interest, indicated his condition to Clover with another telegraphic wink. She glanced across, relented, and made Clarence a little signal to come and sit by her.
After that all went happily. Clover was honestly delighted to see her two friends again. And now that Clarence had recovered from his ill-temper, there was nothing to mar their enjoyment. Geoff"s horse had cast a shoe on the way down, it seemed, and must be taken to the blacksmith"s, so they did not stay very long; but it was arranged that they should come back to dinner at Mrs. Marsh"s.
"What a raving belle you are!" remarked Marian Chase, as the young men rode away. "Three is a good many at a time, though, isn"t it?"
"Three what?"
"Three--hem! leaves--to one Clover!"
"It"s the usual allowance, I believe. If there were four, now--"
"Oh, I dare say there will be. They seem to collect round you like wasps round honey. It"s some natural law, I presume,--gravitation or levitation, which is it?"
"I"m sure I don"t know, and don"t try to tease me, Poppy. People out here are so kind that it"s enough to spoil anybody."
"Kind, forsooth! Do you consider it all pure kindness? Really, for such a belle, you"re very innocent."
"I wish you wouldn"t," protested Clover, laughing and coloring. "I never was a belle in my life, and that"s the second time you"ve called me that.
n.o.body ever said such things to me in Burnet."
"Ah, you had to come to Colorado to find out how attractive you could be.
Burnet must be a very quiet place. Never mind; you sha"n"t be teased, Clover dear. Only don"t let this trefoil of yours get to fighting with one another. That good-looking cousin of yours was casting quite murderous glances at poor Thurber Wade just now."
"Clarence is a dear boy; but he"s rather spoiled and not quite grown up yet, I think."
"When are you coming back from the Marshall Pa.s.s?" inquired Geoff, after dinner, when Clarence had gone for the horses.
"On Sat.u.r.day. We shall only be gone two days."
"Then I will ride in on Thursday morning, if you will permit, with my field-gla.s.s. It is a particularly good one, and you may find it useful for the distant views."
"When are you coming back?" demanded Clarence, a little later. "Sat.u.r.day?
Then I sha"n"t be in again before Monday."
"Won"t you want your letters?"
"Oh, I guess there won"t be any worth coming for till then."
"Not a letter from your mother?"
"She only writes once in a while. Most of what I get comes from pa."
"Cousin Olivia never did seem to care much for Clarence," remarked Clover, after they were gone. "He would have been a great deal nicer if he had had a pleasanter time at home. It makes such a difference with boys. Now Mr.
Templestowe has a lovely mother, I"m sure."
"Oh!" was all the reply that Phil would vouchsafe.
"How queer people are!" thought little Clover to herself afterward.
"Neither of those boys quite liked our going on this expedition, I think,--though I"m sure I can"t imagine why; but they behaved so differently. Mr. Templestowe thought of us and something which might give us pleasure; and Clarence only thought about himself. Poor Clarence! he never had half a chance till he came here. It isn"t all his fault."
The party in the director"s car proved a merry one. Mrs. Wade, a jolly, motherly woman, fond of the good things of life, and delighting in making people comfortable, had spared no pains of preparation. There were quant.i.ties of easy-chairs and fans and eau-de-cologne; the larder was stocked with all imaginable dainties,--iced tea, lemonade, and champagne cup flowed on the least provocation for all the hot moments, and each table was a bank of flowers. Each lady had a superb bouquet; and on the second day a great tin box of freshly-cut roses met them at Pueblo, so that they came back as gayly furnished forth as they went. Having the privilege of the road, the car was attached or detached to suit their convenience, and this enabled them to command daylight for all the finest points of the excursion.
First of these was the Royal Gorge, where the Arkansas River pours through a magnificent canyon, between precipices so steep and with curves so sharp that only engineering genius of the most daring order could, it would seem, have devised a way through. Then, after a pause at the pretty town of Salida, with the magnificent range of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in full sight, they began to mount the pa.s.s over long loops of rail, which doubled and re-doubled on themselves again and again on their way to the summit. The train had been divided; and the first half with its two engines was seen at times puffing and snorting directly overhead of the second half on the lower curve.
With each hundred feet of elevation, the view changed and widened. Now it was of over-lapping hills set with little mesas, like folds of green velvet flung over the rocks; now of dim-seen valley depths with winding links of silver rivers; and again of countless mountain peaks sharp-cut against the sunset sky,--some rosy pink, some shining with snow.
The flowers were a continual marvel. At the top of the pa.s.s, eleven thousand feet and more above the sea, their colors and their abundance were more profuse and splendid than on the lower levels. There were whole fields of pentstemons, pink, blue, royal purple, or the rare scarlet variety, like stems of asparagus strung with rubies. There were ma.s.ses of gillias, and of wonderful coreopsis, enormous cream-colored stars with deep-orange centres, and deep yellow ones with scarlet centres; thickets of snowy-cupped mentzelia and of wild rose; while here and there a tall red lily burned like a little lonely flame in the green, or regiments of convolvuli waved their stately heads.
From below came now and again the tinkle of distant cow-bells. These, and the plaintive coo of mourning-doves in the branches, and the rush of the wind, which was like cool flower-scented wine, was all that broke the stillness of the high places.
"To think I"m so much nearer heaven Than when I was a boy,"
misquoted Clover, as she sat on the rear platform of the car, with Poppy, and Thurber Wade.
"Are you sure your head doesn"t ache? This elevation plays the mischief with some people. My mother has taken to her berth with ice on her temples."
"Headache! No, indeed. This air is too delicious. I feel as though I could dance all the way from here to the Black Canyon."
"You don"t look as if your head ached, or anything," said Mr. Wade, staring at Clover admiringly. Her cheeks were pink with excitement, her eyes full of light and exhilaration.
"Oh dear! we are beginning to go down," she cried, watching one of the beautiful peaks of the Sangre de Cristos as it dipped out of sight. "I think I could find it in my heart to cry, if it were not that to-morrow we are coming up again."