"Although they could not understand a word you speak, I know you would win their consent to anything," laughed Percy. "But I will see if the plan is practicable."
An hour later, he returned from a second interview with the ice-boat crew.
"You can go," he said, "if your courage will sustain you. Reduce your hand luggage to the smallest possible compa.s.s, and be prepared to start for Korsor this P. M. at five o"clock. We remain there over night. We take pa.s.sage in the boat early in the morning. Two other gentlemen are to accompany us, so we shall not die alone."
In the chilly dawn of the following morning our little party stood wondering where they were to be stored in those queer-looking smacks--one loaded with the heavier baggage, the other half-filled with mail bags. The ladies were soon told to take seats in the rear boat, among the mail bags; while the men were instructed to run alongside, and to be prepared to spring into it at a moment"s notice. The crew pulled on a long rope attached to the prow of the boat, and it gave a lurch forward.
For thirty or forty rods from sh.o.r.e, the ice was solid, and slanted down toward the water. The boats glided along easily and rapidly. The ladies laughed gleefully and enjoyed the novel mode of locomotion.
All the crew, and the three gentlemen pa.s.sengers, were provided with huge straw overshoes, the soles fully two inches thick. These served to protect their feet from the cold, and prevented slipping on the ice.
"What rare good sport!" cried Dolores, looking like a Russian princess in her furs, as she smiled up into Percy"s face, while he ran lightly along beside her.
"It is like the coasting days of childhood on a large scale."
Just then there came an ominous cracking sound, and suddenly the forward boat crashed through the ice, which gave way for rods in every direction. The rear boat went shooting down an inclined plane into the water. The ladies shrieked, the crew shouted, the boat turned over on its side, but was speedily righted.
Percy succeeded in springing into the boat before it reached the open sea, but the other two pa.s.sengers clung to its side, their legs dangling in the icy water.
The forward crew threw out a long rope and a plank, and, getting out on the ice, pulled the boat along a few lengths. The rear boat was pushed along in its wake through the broken ice. As they proceeded farther from the sh.o.r.e, the ice became more uneven. Where it was strong, the crew propelled the boats by means of the ropes; but where it was shaky or broken, the oars and boards were brought into requisition. The old seamen found constant amus.e.m.e.nt in the terrified screams of Mrs. Butler, every time they crashed through the ice, while Dolores seemed to enjoy the excitement with an almost childish delight.
Upon a sort of sand-bar in one place, which marked the boundary between the fixed or land-ice, and the loose cakes floating in the Sound, immense blocks had been crowded into all sorts of fantastic shapes, forming an irregular rampart thirty or forty feet high.
Beyond this, the crew was able to keep the boat in the water most of the time, winding in and out among the islands of ice.
Once, they were caught in a narrow strip of water between two ice-floes.
Then the crew became excited, and hurriedly ran the boat up on the ice out of harm"s way. A few minutes later, the edges of the ice-floes began to grind together and double up, impelled by the tremendous currents underneath.
Dolores, who had grown very pale, while they were in this perilous situation, shivered slightly, as she heard the grinding of the ice-floes, and suddenly swayed back unconscious.
Percy reached out his arm just in time to receive her inanimate form.
The swoon lasted but a moment: yet during that moment Percy experienced the delicious pleasure of holding her fair head upon his shoulder, of clasping her lovely shape against his heart. All his well-controlled emotions seemed to cry out against their long constraint; and a sudden desire to seize her in his arms and cover her beautiful face with kisses might have overruled his reason, his sense of propriety and his good breeding, had she not opened her eyes and drawn herself out of his arms.
"How foolish I am," she said. "But I really thought we were to be crushed between those great ice jaws. I will not be so weak again."
"Please do," whispered Percy. "It was the happiest moment of my life."
His warm audible breath fanned her cheek; his eyes were full of a fire she had never before seen in them; her blood tingled through her veins, producing a slight intoxication. Her lids drooped, her cheek crimsoned, but she did not rebuke him for his speech or his glance.
A strange, sweet languor filled her heart, and rendered any commonplace remark impossible. For the first time in her life she was conscious of a vague pleasure in the close proximity of a human being.
Out in the middle of the Sound they could see the black smoke of the steamer "Absolem" awaiting them in a long strip of open sea. By noon they were within a mile of her: and here the crew stopped their boats in the middle of an ice-floe, and served a sort of Arctic dinner.
An hour later, they reached the steamer; the mails and pa.s.sengers were transferred and the ice-boats returned to Korsor.
The "Absolem" had been two days and two nights in the ice, and had narrowly escaped destruction among the sunken rocks, whither it had been carried by the powerful ice currents.
But now, with an open sea before them, they approached the western sh.o.r.e. As they neared Nyborg, Percy called the attention of the ladies to the remarkable thickness of the land ice. And to their surprise a few moments later, they saw the ship make fast to this clearly-defined and solid ice pier, and unload its freight and pa.s.sengers as readily as if it had been in harbor.
Here they were huddled into Russian sleighs, and driven rapidly to the station at Nyborg, where they took the train for Hamburg.
CHAPTER XIII.
A STAR FALLS.
Percy found letters in London, which gave him the opportunity of remaining in Europe permanently, if he chose to accept it. The business outlook was fine, and the position most desirable for him. Yet he decided to refuse it; to return to America at once, and send some one else to fill the vacancy. A farewell letter he wrote to Dolores will explain his reasons. It read as follows:
"MY DEAR MISS KING:--
"I have decided, somewhat suddenly, to return to America, despite the fact that my senior partners desire me to accept a permanent position abroad.
"I shall sail next week and without seeing you again. I hope you will not think me discourteous.
"But to be frank, Miss Dolores, I find our intimate acquaintance growing constantly more dangerous. I am not a marrying man, as you know; and I respect your views on the same subject. Even if I wished I could not change those views; and no greater mistake could be made by two people who entertained our ideas, than to permit any combination of circ.u.mstances to bind them together for life. Yet, at the same time, it is impossible for two young unmarried persons like ourselves, neither of us owing allegiance to any third party, to continue long in this fraternal sort of comradeship, which now exists, between us. You are a beautiful and fascinating woman. I am by no means a second Plato. In spite of my wish to please you, and to be the perfect friend you are so kind as to call me, I find myself constantly irritated with your calm, emotionless demeanor toward me. I would not offend you by any word of love; yet I am obliged to be always on my guard when in your presence, and when I am absent from you, I feel a feverish desire to be near you. Your beauty and your brightness and your many agreeable qualities are an aggravation to me. I am aware that it is something more (or less) than a feeling of friendship which has taken possession of me, and, since it is so, the only wise course lies in flight. For,
He who loves and runs away May live to love another day.
I shall always be your friend, and I hope you will continue to answer my letters. You have been a revelation to me in many ways, and my experience in your society can never be forgotten. I am sure I am better for it. Yet I am only mortal, and I can but be rendered unhappy by a continuation of what has been so pleasant. La Bruyere was right when he said, that friendship was impossible between the s.e.xes. I beg you to forgive the extreme frankness of this letter, and to think of me as your weak, selfish, yet
"Admiring friend, "PERCY DURAND."
He sealed and addressed the letter, and rang for a boy to post it. But at that moment a rap sounded at his door, and a telegram was placed in his hands. He tore it open and read:
PARIS, FRANCE.
"Mrs. Butler is dying; will you come to me?
"DOLORES."
Aside from the sorrow he felt at the news of Mrs. Butler"s illness, Percy read the telegram with an actual sense of relief. We all remember to have experienced the feeling at some time in our lives, when inclination warred with conscience, and Fate, const.i.tuting herself umpire, decided in favor of inclination.
"There is no escaping Destiny. After all, whatever the Power that rules this world, we are
"Impotent pieces of the game he plays, Upon the checker-board of nights and days,"
he said, as he placed the letter he had written in his pocket, and scribbled a hasty reply to Dolores" telegram.
Arriving at Paris, he found Mrs. Butler in an extremely critical condition. She had been ill since the day following her arrival, and Dolores had scarcely slept or tasted food in her care and anxiety.
"Never since my uncle died," she said to Percy, "have I known such loneliness and dependence as I feel now. It seemed to me I must have some one near me, who would share my anxiety and personal interest in the patient. I hope you will forgive me for sending for you: but when I realized that she might die, I could not bear the suspense any longer alone."
Percy proved himself a hero in the emergency: he was brother, father, friend and messenger, all in one.