"Come, come, now," laughed, John, good-humoredly, "don"t get excited, pet, it will take me just as long to tell it anyhow; it is something that will please you immensely."
He drew from his breast pocket as he spoke a thick, yellow envelope, which contained several printed forms with blank s.p.a.ces which were to be filled up. There was something in his voice which made Daisy look at him, but her eyes fell and her cheeks flushed hotly as she met his glance.
Daisy was not used to keeping a secret locked up in her truthful little heart. She longed to throw her arms around his neck and whisper to him of her mad, romantic marriage, and of the handsome young husband who loved her so fondly.
Daisy knew so little of real life, and less of love and marriage, up to the time she had met Rex! Her heroes had been imaginary ones, her ideas of love only girlish, romantic fancies. It was all very exciting and charming. She was very fond of handsome Rex, but she had yet to learn the depths of love which, sooner or later, brightens the lives of lovable women.
Daisy looked at the envelope with a wistful glance.
"I am going to make a lady of you, my little sunbeam. I am going to send you off to boarding-school. That"s what you have always wanted; now I am going to humor your whim."
"But I--I do not want to go now, Uncle John. I--I have changed my mind."
"What!"
"I--I don"t want to go off to boarding-school now. I had rather stay here with you."
John Brooks laid down the pipe he was just lighting in genuine surprise.
"Why, it"s only last week you were crying those pretty eyes of yours out, teasing to be sent to school. I--well, confound it--I don"t understand the ways of women. I always thought you were different from the rest, little Daisy, but I see you are all the same. Never two days of the same mind. What is the reason you"ve changed your mind, pet?"
"Indeed, I don"t want to go now, Uncle John. Please don"t talk about it any more. I--I am happier here than I can tell you."
John Brooks laughed cheerily.
"It"s too late for you to change your mind now, little one. I have made arrangements for you to start bright and early to-morrow morning.
The stage will be here by daylight, so you had better start off to bed at once, or there will be no roses in these checks to-morrow."
He never forgot the expression of the white, startled face Daisy raised to his. For once in her life Daisy was unable to shake him from his purpose.
"I know best, little one," he said. "I mean to make a lady of you. You have no fortune, little Daisy, but your pretty face. It will be hard to lose my little sunbeam, but it is my duty, Daisy. It is too late to back out now; for once I am firm. You must start to-morrow morning."
"Oh, dear, oh, dear!" sobbed Daisy, throwing herself down on her little white bed when she had reached her own room, "what shall I do?
I can"t go without seeing Rex. I never heard of a girl that was married being sent off to school. I--I dare not tell Uncle John I am somebody"s wife. Oh, if I could only see Rex!" Daisy springs out of bed and crosses over to the little white curtained window, gazing out into the still calm beauty of the night. "If I only knew where to find Rex," she mused, "I would go to him now. Surely he would not let me be sent away from him." She turned away from the window with a sigh. "I must see Rex to-morrow morning," she said, determinedly. And the weary little golden head, tired out with the day which had just died out, sunk restfully down upon the snowy pillow in a dreamless sleep, the happiest, alas! that poor little girl-bride was to know for long and weary years.
A dark, dreamy silence wraps the cottage in its soft embrace, the moon, clear and full, sails tranquilly through the star-sown heavens, and the sweet scent of distant orange groves is wafted through the midnight breeze. Yet the dark-cloaked figure that walks quickly and softly up the graveled walk sees none of the soft, calm beauty of the still summer night. She raises the bra.s.s knocker with a quick, imperative touch. After a wait of perhaps ten minutes or so Septima answers the summons, but the candle she holds nearly drops from her hands as she beholds the face of her midnight visitor in the dim, uncertain flickering glare of the candle-light.
"Miss Pluma," she exclaims, in amazement, "is there any one ill at the Hall?"
"No!" replies Pluma, in a low, soft, guarded whisper. "I wished to see you--my business is most important--may I come in?"
"Certainly," answered Septima, awkwardly. "I beg your pardon, miss, for keeping you standing outside so long."
As Pluma took the seat Septima placed for her, the dark cloak she wore fell from her shoulders, and Septima saw with wonder she still wore the shimmering silk she had in all probability worn at the fete. The rubies still glowed like restless, leaping fire upon her perfect arms and snowy throat, and sprays of hyacinth were still twined in her dark, glossy hair; but they were quite faded now, drooping, crushed, and limp among her curls; there was a strange dead-white pallor on her haughty face, and a lurid gleam shone in her dark, slumbrous eyes.
Pluma had studied well the character of the woman before her--who made no secret of her dislike for the child thrust upon their bounty--and readily imagined she would willingly aid her in carrying out the scheme she had planned.
Slowly one by one the stars died out of the sky; the pale moon drifted silently behind the heavy rolling clouds; the winds tossed the tops of the tall trees to and fro, and the dense darkness which precedes the breaking of the gray dawn settled over the earth.
The ponies which the groom had held for long hours pawed the ground restlessly; the man himself was growing impatient.
"She can be up to no good," he muttered; "all honest people should be in their beds."
The door of the cottage opened, and Pluma Hurlhurst walked slowly down the path.
"All is fair in love"s warfare," she mutters, triumphantly. "Fool!
with your baby face and golden hair, you shall walk quickly into the net I have spread for you; he shall despise you. Ay, crush with his heel into the earth the very flowers that bear the name of _Daisy_."
CHAPTER VI.
Under the magnolia-tree, among the pink clover, Rex Lyon paced uneasily to and fro, wondering what could have happened to detain Daisy. He was very nervous, feverish, and impatient, as he watched the sun rising higher and higher in the blue heavens, and glanced at his watch for the fifth time in the s.p.a.ce of a minute.
"Pshaw!" he muttered, whisking off the tops of the b.u.t.tercups near him with his ebony walking-stick. "I am not myself at all. I am growing as nervous as a woman. I think I"ll read little sister Birdie"s letter over again to occupy my mind until my sweet little Daisy comes."
He sighed and smiled in one breath, as he threw himself down at full length on the green gra.s.s under the trees. Taking from his pocket a little square white envelope, addressed in a childish hand to "Mr.
Rexford Lyon, Allendale, West Virginia, Care of Miss Pluma." Rex laughed aloud, until the tears started to his eyes, as they fell on the words "_Care of Miss Pluma_," heavily underlined in the lower corner.
"That is just like careless little romping Birdie," he mused. "She supposes, because _she_ knows who _Miss Pluma_ is, every one else must certainly be aware of the same fact."
He spread out the letter on his knee, trying hard to while away time in perusing its pages.
Rex looked so fresh and cool and handsome in his white linen suit, lying there under the shady trees that summer morning, his dark curls resting on his white hand, and a smile lighting up his pleasant face, it is not to be wondered at he was just the kind of young fellow to win the love of young romantic girls like Daisy and Pluma--the haughty young heiress.
Slowly Rex read the letter through to the end. The morning stage whirled rapidly past him on its way to meet the early train. Yet, all unconscious that it bore away from him his treasure, he never once glanced up from the letter he was reading.
Again Rex laughed aloud as he glanced it over, reading as follows:
"DEAR BROTHER REX,--We received the letter you wrote, and the picture you sent with it, and my heart has been so heavy ever since that I could not write to you because big tears would fall on the page and blot it. Now, dear old Brother Rex, don"t be angry at what your little Birdie is going to say. Mamma says you are going to marry and bring home a wife, and she showed me her picture, and said you was very much in love with her, and I must be so too. But I can"t fall in love with her, Brother Rex; indeed, I"ve tried very hard and I can"t; don"t tell anybody, but I"m awfully afraid I sha"n"t like her one bit. She looks stylish, and her name Pluma sounds real stylish too, but she don"t look kind. I thought, perhaps, if I told you I did not like her you might give her up and come home. I forgot to tell you the blue room and the room across the hall is being fixed up for you just lovely, and I am to have your old one.
"P.S.--And we received a letter from Mr. Lester Stanwick, too. He says he will be pa.s.sing through here soon and wishes to call. When are you coming home, Rex? Don"t bring any one with you.
"Your loving little sister, "BIRDIE."
"There"s no fear of my bringing Pluma home now," he laughed, whistling a s.n.a.t.c.h of "The Pages" Chorus." "Birdie won"t have anything to fear on that score. I do wish mother hadn"t set my heart on my marrying Pluma. Parents make a mistake in choosing whom their children shall marry and whom they shall not. Love goes where it is sent."
He looked at his watch again.
"By George!" he muttered, turning very pale upon seeing another hour had slipped away, "I can not stand this a minute longer. I _must_ see what has happened to Daisy."
With a nameless fear clutching at his heart--a dark, shadowy fear--like the premonition of coming evil, Rex made his way rapidly through the tangled underbrush, cutting across lots to John Brooks"
cottage.
He had determined to call for Daisy upon some pretext. It was rather a bold undertaking and might cause comment, still Rex was reckless of all consequences; he _must_ see Daisy at all hazards; and when Rex made up his mind to do anything he usually succeeded; he was as daring and courageous as he was reckless and handsome.
Once, twice, thrice he knocked, receiving no answer to his summons.