"Oh, no," he said, indifferently, and spoke of other things.
And thus they sat, like so many thousands and thousands of young pairs in this wide, free America, offering the least possible interest to the great human army round about them, but sharing, or believing they shared, in the fruitful possibilities of this land of limitless bounty, fondling their hopes and recounting the petty minutiae of their daily experiences. Their converse was mainly in the form of questions from Mary and answers from John.
"And did he say that he would?" etc. "And didn"t you insist that he should?" etc. "I don"t understand how he could require you to," etc., etc. Looking at everything from John"s side, as if there never could be any other, until at last John himself laughed softly when she asked why he couldn"t take part of some outdoor man"s work, and give him part of his own desk-work in exchange, and why he couldn"t say plainly that his work was too sedentary.
Then she proposed a walk in the moonlight, and insisted she was not tired; she wanted it on her own account. And so, when Richling had gone into the house and returned with some white worsted gauze for her head and neck and locked the door, they were ready to start.
They were tarrying a moment to arrange this wrapping when they found it necessary to move aside from where they stood in order to let two persons pa.s.s on the sidewalk.
These were a man and woman, who had at least reached middle age. The woman wore a neatly fitting calico gown; the man, a short pilot-coat.
His pantaloons were very tight and pale. A new soft hat was pushed forward from the left rear corner of his closely cropped head, with the front of the brim turned down over his right eye. At each step he settled down with a little jerk alternately on this hip and that, at the same time faintly dropping the corresponding shoulder. They pa.s.sed. John and Mary looked at each other with a nod of mirthful approval. Why?
Because the strangers walked silently hand-in-hand.
It was a magical night. Even the part of town where they were, so devoid of character by day, had become all at once romantic with phantasmal lights and glooms, echoes and silences. Along the edge of a wide chimney-top on one blank, new hulk of a house, that nothing else could have made poetical, a mocking-bird hopped and ran back and forth, singing as if he must sing or die. The mere names of the streets they traversed suddenly became sweet food for the fancy. Down at the first corner below they turned into one that had been an old country road, and was still named Felicity.
Richling called attention to the word painted on a board. He merely pointed to it in playful silence, and then let his hand sink and rest on hers as it lay in his elbow. They were walking under the low boughs of a line of fig-trees that overhung a high garden wall. Then some gay thought took him; but when his downward glance met the eyes uplifted to meet his they were grave, and there came an instantaneous tenderness into the exchange of looks that would have been worse than uninteresting to you or me. But the next moment she brightened up, pressed herself close to him, and caught step. They had not owned each other long enough to have settled into sedate possession, though they sometimes thought they had done so. There was still a tingling ecstasy in one another"s touch and glance that prevented them from quite behaving themselves when under the moon.
For instance, now, they began, though in cautious undertone, to sing.
Some person approached them, and they hushed. When the stranger had pa.s.sed, Mary began again another song, alone:--
"Oh, don"t you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?"
"Hush!" said John, softly.
She looked up with an air of mirthful inquiry, and he added:--
"That was the name of Dr. Sevier"s wife."
"But he doesn"t hear me singing."
"No; but it seems as if he did."
And they sang no more.
They entered a broad, open avenue, with a treeless, gra.s.sy way in the middle, up which came a very large and lumbering street-car, with smokers" benches on the roof, and drawn by tandem horses.
"Here we turn down," said Richling, "into the way of the Naiads." (That was the street"s name.) "They"re not trying to get me away."
He looked down playfully. She was clinging to him with more energy than she knew.
"I"d better hold you tight," she answered. Both laughed. The nonsense of those we love is better than the finest wit on earth. They walked on in their bliss. Shall we follow? Fie!
They pa.s.sed down across three or four of a group of parallel streets named for the nine muses. At Thalia they took the left, went one square, and turned up by another street toward home.
Their conversation had flagged. Silence was enough. The great earth was beneath their feet, firm and solid; the illimitable distances of the heavens stretched above their heads and before their eyes. Here was Mary at John"s side, and John at hers; John her property and she his, and time flowing softly, shiningly on. Yea, even more. If one might believe the names of the streets, there were Naiads on the left and Dryads on the right; a little farther on, Hercules; yonder corner the dark trysting-place of Bacchus and Melpomene; and here, just in advance, the corner where Terpsich.o.r.e crossed the path of Apollo.
They came now along a high, open fence that ran the entire length of a square. Above it a dense rank of bitter orange-trees overhung the sidewalk, their dark ma.s.s of foliage glittering in the moonlight. Within lay a deep, old-fashioned garden. Its white sh.e.l.l-walks gleamed in many directions. A sweet breath came from its parterres of mingled hyacinths and jonquils that hid themselves every moment in black shadows of lagustrums and laurestines. Here, in severe order, a pair of palms, prim as mediaeval queens, stood over against each other; and in the midst of the garden, rising high against the sky, appeared the pillared veranda and immense, four-sided roof of an old French colonial villa, as it stands unchanged to-day.
The two loiterers slackened their pace to admire the scene. There was much light shining from the house. Mary could hear voices, and, in a moment, words. The host was speeding his parting guests.
"The omnibus will put you out only one block from the hotel," some one said.
Dr. Sevier, returning home from a visit to a friend in Polymnia street, had scarcely got well seated in the omnibus before he witnessed from its window a singular dumb show. He had handed his money up to the driver as they crossed Euterpe street, had received the change and deposited his fare as they pa.s.sed Terpsich.o.r.e, and was just sitting down when the only other pa.s.senger in the vehicle said, half-rising:--
"h.e.l.lo! there"s going to be a shooting sc.r.a.pe!"
A rather elderly man and woman on the sidewalk, both of them extremely well dressed, and seemingly on the eve of hailing the omnibus, suddenly transferred their attention to a younger couple a few steps from them, who appeared to have met them entirely by accident. The elderly lady threw out her arms toward the younger man with an expression on her face of intensest mental suffering. She seemed to cry out; but the deafening rattle of the omnibus, as it approached them, intercepted the sound.
All four of the persons seemed, in various ways, to experience the most violent feelings. The young man more than once moved as if about to start forward, yet did not advance; his companion, a small, very shapely woman, clung to him excitedly and pleadingly. The older man shook a stout cane at the younger, talking furiously as he did so. He held the elderly lady to him with his arm thrown about her, while she now cast her hands upward, now covered her face with them, now wrung them, clasped them, or extended one of them in seeming accusation against the younger person of her own s.e.x. In a moment the omnibus was opposite the group. The Doctor laid his hand on his fellow-pa.s.senger"s arm.
"Don"t get out. There will be no shooting."
The young man on the sidewalk suddenly started forward, with his companion still on his farther arm, and with his eyes steadily fixed on those of the elder and taller man, a clenched fist lifted defensively, and with a tense, defiant air walked hurriedly and silently by within easy sweep of the uplifted staff. At the moment when the slight distance between the two men began to increase, the cane rose higher, but stopped short in its descent and pointed after the receding figure.
"I command you to leave this town, sir!"
Dr. Sevier looked. He looked with all his might, drawing his knee under him on the cushion and leaning out. The young man had pa.s.sed. He still moved on, turning back as he went a face full of the fear that men show when they are afraid of their own violence; and, as the omnibus clattered away, he crossed the street at the upper corner and disappeared in the shadows.
"That"s a very strange thing," said the other pa.s.senger to Dr. Sevier, as they resumed the corner seats by the door.
"It certainly is!" replied the Doctor, and averted his face. For when the group and he were nearest together and the moon shone brightly upon the four, he saw, beyond all question, that the older man was his visitor of a few evenings before and that the younger pair were John and Mary Richling.
CHAPTER XII.
"SHE"S ALL THE WORLD."
Excellent neighborhood, St. Mary street, and Prytania was even better.
Everybody was very retired though, it seemed. Almost every house standing in the midst of its shady garden,--sunny gardens are a newer fashion of the town,--a bell-k.n.o.b on the gate-post, and the gate locked.
But the Richlings cared nothing for this; not even what they should have cared. Nor was there any unpleasantness in another fact.
"Do you let this window stand wide this way when you are at work here, all day?" asked the husband. The opening alluded to was on Prytania street, and looked across the way to where the asylumed widows of "St Anna"s" could glance down into it over their poor little window-gardens.
"Why, yes, dear!" Mary looked up from her little cane rocker with that thoughtful contraction at the outer corners of her eyes and that illuminated smile that between them made half her beauty. And then, somewhat more gravely and persuasively: "Don"t you suppose they like it?
They must like it. I think we can do that much for them. Would you rather I"d shut it?"
For answer John laid his hand on her head and gazed into her eyes.
"Take care," she whispered; "they"ll see you."
He let his arm drop in amused despair.
"Why, what"s the window open for? And, anyhow, they"re all abed and asleep these two hours."
They did like it, those aged widows. It fed their hearts" hunger to see the pretty unknown pa.s.sing and repa.s.sing that open window in the performance of her morning duties, or sitting down near it with her needle, still crooning her soft morning song,--poor, almost as poor as they, in this world"s glitter; but rich in hope and courage, and rich beyond all count in the content of one who finds herself queen of ever so little a house, where love is.