"Well, I reckon we might set matters square, you an" me, "Lizabeth, by marryin" an" settlin" down comfortable. I"ve no children to pester you, an" you"re young yet to be givin" up thoughts o" marriage. What do "ee say, cousin?"
"Lizabeth picked a full pod from the bush beside her, and began sh.e.l.ling the peas, one by one, into her hand. Her face was cool and contemplative.
""Tis eight years ago, William, since last you asked me. Ain"t that so?" she asked absently.
"Come, Cousin, let bygones be, and tell me; shall it be, my dear?"
"No, William," she answered; ""tis too late an hour to ask me now. I thank you, but it can"t be." She pa.s.sed the peas slowly to and fro in her fingers.
"But why, "Lizabeth?" he urged; "you was fond o" me once. Come, girl, don"t stand in your own light through a hit o" pique."
"It"s not that," she explained; "it"s that I"ve found myself out--an"
you. You"ve humbled my pride too sorely."
"You"re thinking o" Maria."
"Partly, maybe; but it don"t become us to talk o" one that"s dead.
You"ve got my answer, William, and don"t ask me again. I loved you once, but now I"m only weary when I think o"t. You wouldn"t understand me if I tried to tell you."
She held out her hand. William took it.
"You"re a great fool, "Lizabeth."
"Good-bye, William."
She took up her basket and walked slowly back to the house; William watched her for a moment or two, swore, and returned to his horse.
He did not ride home wards, but down the valley, where he spent the day at the "Compton Arms." When he returned home, which was not before midnight, he was boisterously drunk.
Now it so happened that when William dismounted at the gate Mrs. Hooper had spied him from her bedroom window, and, guessing his errand, had stolen down on the other side of the garden wall parallel with which the peas were planted. Thus sheltered, she contrived to hear every word of the foregoing conversation, and repeated it to her good man that very night.
"An" I reckon William said true," she wound up. "If "Lizabeth don"t know which side her bread"s b.u.t.tered she"s no better nor a fool--an"
William"s another."
"I dunno," said the farmer; "it"s a queer business, an" I don"t fairly see my way about in it. I"m main puzzled what can ha" become o" that will I witnessed for th" old man."
"She"s a fool, I say."
"Well, well; if she didn"t want the man I reckon she knows best. He put it fairly to her."
"That"s just it, you ninny!" interrupted his wiser wife; "I gave William credit for more sense. Put it fairly, indeed! If he"d said nothin", but just caught her in his arms, an" clipped an" kissed her, she couldn"t ha" stood out. But he"s lost his chance, an" now she"ll never marry."
And it was as she said.
THE END.