Miranda was wiser in her generation than Marcia. She began to put two and two together. Her brows darkened, and a look of cunning came into her honest blue eyes. Stealthily she crept with cat-like quickness along the fence near to the front, and there she stood like a red-haired Nemesis in a sunbonnet, with irate red face, confronting the unsuspecting man as he sauntered forth from the unwelcoming roof where he had whiled away a mistaken hour.
"What you ben sayin" to her?"
It was as if a serpent had stung him, so unexpected, so direct. He jumped aside and turned deadly pale. She knew her chance arrow had struck the truth. But he recovered himself almost immediately when he saw what a harmless looking creature had attacked him.
"Why, my dear girl," he said patronizingly, "you quite startled me! I"m sure you must have made some mistake!"
"I ain"t your girl, thank goodness!" snapped Miranda, "and I guess by your looks there ain"t anybody "dear" to you but yourself. But I ain"t made a mistake. It"s you I was asking. _What you bin in there for?_" There was a blaze of defiance in Miranda"s eyes, and her stubby forefinger pointed at him like a shotgun. Before her the bold black eyes quailed for an instant.
The young man"s hand sought his pocket, brought out a piece of money and extended it.
"Look here, my friend," he said trying another line, "you take this and say nothing more about it. That"s a good girl. No harm"s been done."
Miranda looked him in the face with n.o.ble scorn, and with a sudden motion of her brown hand sent the coin flying on the stone pavement.
"I tell you I"m not your friend, and I don"t want your money. I wouldn"t trust its goodness any more than your face. As fer keepin" still I"ll do as I see fit about it. I intend to know what this means, and if you"ve made _her_ any trouble you"d better leave this town, for I"ll make it too unpleasant fer you to stay here!"
With a stealthy glance about him, cautious, concerned, the young man suddenly hurried down the street. He wanted no more parley with this loud-voiced avenging maiden. His fear came back upon him in double force, and he was seen to glance at his watch and quicken his pace almost to a run as though a forgotten engagement had suddenly come to mind. Miranda, scowling, stood and watched him disappear around the corner, then she turned back and began to pick raspberries with a diligence that would have astonished her grandmother had she not been for the last hour engaged with a calling neighbor in the room at the other side of the house, where they were overhauling the character of a fellow church member.
Miranda picked on, and thought on, and could not make up her mind what she ought to do. From time to time she glanced anxiously toward the woods, and then at the lowering sun in the West, and half meditated going after Marcia, but a wholesome fear of her grandmother held her hesitating.
At length she heard a firm step coming down the street. Could it be? Yes, it was David Spafford. How was it he happened to come home so soon?
Miranda had heard in a round-about-way, as neighbors hear and know these things, that David had taken the stage that morning, presumably on business to New York, and was hardly expected to return for several days.
She had wondered if Marcia would stay all night alone in the house or if she would go to the aunts. But now here was David!
Miranda looked again over the wheat, half expecting to see the flying figure returning in haste, but the parted wheat waved on and sang its song of the harvest, unmindful and alone, with only a fluttering b.u.t.terfly to give life to the landscape. A little rusty-throated cricket piped a doleful sentence now and then between the silences.
David Spafford let himself in at his own door, and went in search of Marcia.
He wanted to find Marcia for a purpose. The business which had taken him away in the morning, and which he had hardly expected to accomplish before late that night, had been partly transacted at a little tavern where the coach horses had been changed that morning, and where he had met most unexpectedly the two men whom he had been going to see, who were coming straight to his town. So he turned him back with them and came home, and they were at this minute attending to some other business in the town, while he had come home to announce to Marcia that they would take supper with him and perhaps spend the night.
Marcia was nowhere to be found. He went upstairs and timidly knocked at her door, but no answer came. Then he thought she might be asleep and knocked louder, but only the humming-bird in the honeysuckle outside her window sent back a little humming answer through the latch-hole. Finally he ventured to open the door and peep in, but he saw that quiet loneliness reigned there.
He went downstairs again and searched in the pantry and kitchen and then stood still. The back door was stretched open as though it had been thrown back in haste. He followed its suggestion and went out, looking down the little brick path that led to the garden. Ah! what was that? Something gleamed in the sun with a spot of blue behind it. The bit of blue ribbon she had worn at her throat, with a tiny gold brooch unclasped sticking in.
Miranda caught sight of him coming, and crouched behind the currants.
David came on searching the path on every side. A bit of a branch had been torn from a succulent, tender plant that leaned over the path and was lying in the way. It seemed another blaze along the trail. Further down where the bushes almost met a single fragment of a thread waved on a thorn as though it had s.n.a.t.c.hed for more in the pa.s.sing and had caught only this. David hardly knew whether he was following these little things or not, but at any rate they were apparently not leading him anywhere for he stopped abruptly in front of the fence and looked both ways behind the bushes that grew along in front of it. Then he turned to go back again.
Miranda held her breath. Something touched David"s foot in turning, and, looking down, he saw Marcia"s large sh.e.l.l comb lying there in the gra.s.s.
Curiously he picked it up and examined it. It was like finding fragments of a wreck along the sand.
All at once Miranda arose from her hiding place and confronted him timidly. She was not the same Miranda who came down upon Harry Temple, however.
"She ain"t in the house," she said hoa.r.s.ely. "She"s gone over there!"
David Spafford turned surprised.
"Is that you, Miranda? Oh, thank you! Where do you say she has gone?
Where?"
"Through there, don"t you see?" and again the stubby forefinger pointed to the rift in the wheat.
David gazed stupidly at the path in the wheat, but gradually it began to dawn upon him that there was a distinct line through it where some one must have gone.
"Yes, I see," he said thinking aloud, "but why should she have gone there?
There is nothing over there."
"She went on further, she went to the woods," said Miranda, looking fearfully around lest even now her grandmother might be upon her, "and she was scared, I guess. She looked it. Her hair all come tumblin" down when she clum the fence, an" she just went flyin" over like some bird, didn"t care a feather if she did fall, an" she never oncet looked behind her till she come to the woods."
David"s bewilderment was growing uncomfortable. There was a shade of alarm in his face and of the embarra.s.sment one feels when a neighbor divulges news about a member of one"s own household.
"Why, surely, Miranda, you must be mistaken. Maybe it was some one else you saw. I do not think Mrs. Spafford would be likely to run over there that way, and what in the world would she have to be frightened at?"
"No, I ain"t mistaken," said Miranda half sullenly, nettled at his unbelief. "It was her all right. She came flyin" out the kitchen door when I was picking raspberries, and down that path to the fence, and never stopped fer fence ner wheat, ner medder lot, but went into them woods there, right up to the left of them tall pines, and she,-she looked plum scared to death "s if a whole circus menagerie was after her, lions and "nelefunts an" all. An" I guess she had plenty to be scared at ef I ain"t mistaken. That dandy Temple feller went there to call on her, an" I heard him tinklin" that music box, and its my opinion he needs a wallupin"! You better go after her! It"s gettin" late and you"ll have hard times finding her in the dark. Just you foller her path in the wheat, and then make fer them pines. I"d a gone after her myself only grandma"d make sech a fuss, and hev to know it all. You needn"t be afraid o" me. I"ll keep still."
By this time David was thoroughly alive to the situation and much alarmed.
He mounted the fence with alacrity, gave one glance with "thank you" at Miranda, and disappeared through the wheat, Miranda watched him till she was sure he was making for the right spot, then with a sigh of relief she hastened into the house with her now br.i.m.m.i.n.g pail of berries.
CHAPTER XV
As David made his way with rapid strides through the rippling wheat, he experienced a series of sensations. For the first time since his wedding day he was aroused to entirely forget himself and his pain. What did it mean? Marcia frightened! What at? Harry Temple at their house! What did he know of Harry Temple? Nothing beyond the mere fact that Hannah Heath had introduced him and that he was doing business in the town. But why had Mr.
Temple visited the house? He could have no possible business with himself, David was sure; moreover he now remembered having seen the young man standing near the stable that morning when he took his seat in the coach, and knew that he must have heard his remark that he would not return till the late coach that night, or possibly not till the next day. He remembered as he said it that he had unconsciously studied Mr. Temple"s face and noted its weak points. Did the young man then have a purpose in coming to the house during his absence? A great anger rose within him at the thought.
There was one strange thing about David"s thoughts. For the first time he looked at himself in the light of Marcia"s natural protector-her husband.
He suddenly saw a duty from himself to her, aside from the mere feeding and clothing her. He felt a personal responsibility, and an actual interest in her. Out of the whole world, now, he was the only one she could look to for help.
It gave him a feeling of possession that was new, and almost seemed pleasant. He forgot entirely the errand that had made him come to search for Marcia in the first place, and the two men who were probably at that moment preparing to go to his house according to their invitation. He forgot everything but Marcia, and strode into the purply-blue shadows of the wood and stopped to listen.
The hush there seemed intense. There were no echoes lingering of flying feet down that pine-padded pathway of the aisle of the woods. It was long since he had had time to wander in the woods, and he wondered at their silence. So much whispering above, the sky so far away, the breeze so quiet, the bird notes so subdued, it seemed almost uncanny. He had not remembered that it was thus in the woods. It struck him in pa.s.sing that here would be a good place to bring his pain some day when he had time to face it again, and wished to be alone with it.
He took his hat in his hand and stepped firmly into the vast solemnity as if he had entered a great church when the service was going on, on an errand of life and death that gave excuse for profaning the holy silence.
He went a few paces and stopped again, listening. Was that a long-drawn sighing breath he heard, or only the wind soughing through the waving ta.s.sels overhead? He summoned his voice to call. It seemed a great effort, and sounded weak and feeble under the grandeur of the vaulted green dome.
"Marcia!" he called,-and "Marcia!" realizing as he did so that it was the first time he had called her by her name, or sought after her in any way.
He had always said "you" to her, or "child," or spoken of her in company as "Mrs. Spafford," a strange and far-off mythical person whose very intangibility had separated her from himself immeasurably.
He went further into the forest, called again, and yet again, and stood to listen. All was still about him, but in the far distance he heard the faint report of a gun. With a new thought of danger coming to mind he hurried further into the shadows. The gun sounded again more clearly. He shuddered involuntarily and looked about in all directions, hoping to see the gleam of her gown. It was not likely there were any wild beasts about these parts, so near the town and yet, they had been seen occasionally,-a stray fox, or even a bear,-and the sun was certainly very low. He glanced back, and the low line of the horizon gleamed the gold of intensified shining that is the sun"s farewell for the night. The gun again! Stray shots had been known to kill people wandering in the forest. He was growing nervous as a woman now, and went this way and that calling, but still no answer came. He began to think he was not near the clump of pines of which Miranda spoke, and went a little to the right and then turned to look back to where he had entered the wood, and there, almost at his feet, she lay!
She slept as soundly as if she had been lying on a couch of velvet, one round white arm under her cheek. Her face was flushed with weeping, and her lashes still wet. Her tender, sensitive mouth still quivered slightly as she gave a long-drawn breath with a catch in it that seemed like a sob, and all her lovely dark hair floated about her as if it were spread upon a wave that upheld her. She was beautiful indeed as she lay there sleeping, and the man, thus suddenly come upon her, anxious and troubled and every nerve quivering, stopped, awed with the beauty of her as if she had been some heavenly being suddenly confronting him. He stepped softly to her side and bending down observed her, first anxiously, to make sure she was alive and safe, then searchingly, as though he would know every detail of the picture there before him because it was his, and he not only had a right but a duty to possess it, and to care for it.
She might have been a statue or a painting as he looked upon her and noted the lovely curve of her flushed cheek, but when his eyes reached the firm little brown hand and the slender finger on which gleamed the wedding ring that was not really hers, something pathetic in the tear-wet lashes, and the whole sorrowful, beautiful figure, touched him with a great tenderness, and he stooped down gently and put his arm about her.
"Marcia,-child!" he said in a low, almost crooning voice, as one might wake a baby from its sleep, "Marcia, open your eyes, child, and tell me if you are all right."
At first she only stirred uneasily and slept on, the sleep of utter exhaustion; but he raised her, and, sitting down beside her, put her head upon his shoulder, speaking gently. Then Marcia opened her eyes bewildered, and with a start, sprang back and looked at David, as though she would be sure it was he and not that other dreadful man from whom she had fled.