At the dinner-table Gertrude had given a vivacious account of her yachting experience, and all had appeared to promise well; but when she went to the library to kiss her father good-night, he looked at her inquiringly, and said, "You enjoyed every moment, I suppose?"
She shook her head sadly, and, after a moment, said: "I fear I"ve grown rather tired of that kind of thing. We made much effort to enjoy ourselves. Is there not a happiness which comes without so much effort?"
"I"m sorry," he said, simply.
"Perhaps you need not be. Suppose I find more pleasure in staying with you than in rushing around?"
"That would not last. That is contrary to nature."
"I think it would be less contrary to _my_ nature than forced gayety among people I care nothing about."
He smiled at her fondly, but admitted to himself that absence had confirmed the impressions of the summer, instead of dissipating them, and that if Burt became her suitor he would be accepted.
When she looked out on the morning of the excursion to Fort Putnam it was so radiant with light and beauty that hope sprang up within her heart.
Disappointment that might last through life could not come on a day like this. Silvery mists ascended from the river down among the Highlands. The lawn and many of the fields were as green as they had been in June, and on every side were trees like immense bouquets, so rich and varied was their coloring. There was a dewy freshness in the air, a genial warmth in the sunshine, a spring-like blue in the sky; and in these was no suggestion that the November of her life was near. "And yet it may be,"
she thought. "I must soon face my fate, and I must be true to Amy."
Mrs. Hargrove regarded with discontent the prospect of another long mountain expedition; but Fred, her idol, was wild for it, and in a day or two he must return to school in the city, from which, at his earnest plea, he had been absent too long already; so she smiled her farewell at last upon the fateful excursion.
He, with his sister, was soon at the Cliffords", and found the rockaway--the strong old carryall with which Gertrude already had tender a.s.sociations--in readiness. Maggie had agreed to chaperon the party, little Ned having been easily bribed to remain with his father.
Miss Hargrove had looked wistfully at the Clifford mansion as she drew near to it. Never had it appeared to her more home-like, with its embowering trees and laden orchards. The bright hues of the foliage suggested the hopes that centred there: the ocean, as she had seen it--cold and gray under a clouded sky--was emblematic of life with no fulfilment of those hopes. And when Mr. Clifford met her at the door, and took her in to see the invalid, who greeted her almost as affectionately as she would have welcomed Amy after absence, Miss Hargrove knew in the depths of her heart how easily she could be at home there.
Never did a pleasure-party start under brighter auspices. Even Mrs.
Clifford came out, on her husband"s arm, to wave them a farewell.
The young men had their alpenstocks, for it was their intention to walk up the steep places. Webb was about to take Alf and Johnnie on the front seat with him, when Amy exclaimed: "I"m going to drive, Mr. Webb. Johnnie can sit between us, and keep me company when you are walking. You needn"t think that because you are the brilliant author of this expedition you are going to have everything your own way."
Indeed, not a little guile lurked behind her laughing eyes, which ever kept Webb in perplexity--though he looked into them so often--as to whether they were blue or gray. Miss Hargrove demurely took her seat with Maggie, and Burt had the two boys with him. Fred had brought his gun, and was vigilant for game now that the "law was up."
They soon reached the foot of the mountain, and there was a general unloading, for at first every one wished to walk. Maggie good-naturedly climbed around to the front seat and took the reins, remarking that she would soon have plenty of company again.
Burt had not recognized Amy"s tactics, nor did he at once second them, even unconsciously. His long ruminations had led to the only possible conclusion--the words he had spoken must be made good. Pride and honor permitted no other course. Therefore he proposed to-day to be ubiquitous, and as gallant to Maggie as to the younger ladies. When Miss Hargrove returned to the city he would quietly prove his loyalty. Never before had he appeared in such spirits; never so inexorably resolute. He recalled Amy"s incredulous laugh at his protestation of constancy, and felt that he could never look her in the face if he faltered. It was known that Miss Hargrove had received much attention, and her interest in him would be likely to disappear at once should she learn of his declaration of undying devotion to another but a few months before. He anathematized himself, but determined that his weakness should remain unknown. It was evident that Amy had been a little jealous, but probably that she did not yet care enough for him to be very sensitive on the subject. This made no difference, however. He had pledged himself to wait until she did care.
Therefore he sedulously maintained his mask. Miss Hargrove should be made to believe that she had added much to the pleasure of the excursion, and there he would stop. And Burt on his mettle was no bungler. The test would come in his staying powers.
Webb, however, was quietly serene. He had not watched and thought so long in vain. He had seen Burt"s expression the evening before, and knew that a wakeful night had followed. His own feeling had taught him a clairvoyance which enabled him to divine not a little of what was pa.s.sing in his brother"s mind and that of Miss Hargrove. Amy troubled him more than they. Her frank, sisterly affection was not love, and might never become love.
One of the objects of the expedition was to obtain an abundant supply of autumn leaves and ferns for pressing. "I intend to make the old house look like a bower this winter," Amy remarked.
"That would be impossible with our city home," Miss Hargrove said, "and mamma would not hear of such an attempt. But I can do as I please in my own room, and shall gather my country _souvenirs_ to-day."
The idea of decorating her apartment with feathery ferns and bright-hued leaves took a strong hold upon her fancy, for she hoped that Burt would aid her in making the collection. Nor was she disappointed, for Amy said:
"Burt, I have gathered and pressed nearly all the ferns I need already.
You know the shady nooks where the most delicate ones grow, and you can help Gertrude make as good a collection as mine. You"ll help too, won"t you, Webb?" added the innocent little schemer, who saw that Burt was looking at her rather keenly.
So they wound up the mountain, making long stops here and there to gather sylvan trophies and to note the fine views. Amy"s manner was so cordial and natural that Burt"s suspicions had been allayed, and the young fellow, who could do nothing by halves, was soon deeply absorbed in making a superb collection for Miss Hargrove, and she felt that, whatever happened, she was being enriched by everything he obtained for her. Amy had brought a great many newspapers folded together so that leaves could be placed between the pages, and Webb soon noted that his offerings were kept separate from those of Burt. The latter tried to be impartial in his labors in behalf of the two girls, bringing Amy bright-hued leaves instead of ferns, but did not wholly succeed, and sometimes he found himself alone with Miss Hargrove as they pursued their search a short distance on some diverging and shaded path. On one of these occasions he said, "I like to think how beautiful you will make your room this winter."
"I like to think of it too," she replied. "I shall feel that I have a part of my pleasant summer always present."
"Has it been a pleasant summer?"
"Yes, the pleasantest I ever enjoyed."
"I should think you would find it exceedingly dull after such brilliant experiences as that of your yachting excursion."
"Do you find to-day exceedingly dull?"
"But I am used to the quiet country, and a day like this is the exception."
"I do not imagine you have ever lived a tame life."
"Isn"t that about the same as calling me wild?"
"There"s no harm in beginning a little in that way. Time sobers one fast enough."
"You are so favored that I can scarcely imagine life bringing sobering experiences to you very soon."
"Indeed? Have you forgotten what occurred on these very mountains, at no great distance? I a.s.sure you I never forget it;" and her eyes were eloquent as she turned them upon him.
"One does not forget the most fortunate event of one"s life. Since you were to meet that danger, I would not have missed being near for the world. I had even a narrower escape, as you know, on this mountain. The spot where Webb found me is scarcely more than a mile away."
She looked at him very wistfully, and her face grew pale, but she only said, "I don"t think either of us can forget the Highlands."
"I shall never forget that little path," he said, in a low tone, and he looked back at it lingeringly as they came out into the road and approached the rest of the party.
"Have you lost anything, Burt?" cried Amy, laughing.
"No, but I"ve found something. See this superb bunch of maiden hair. That spot should be marked for future supplies. Miss Hargrove will share with you, for you can"t have anything so fine as this."
"Yes, indeed I have, and I shall call you and Webb to account if you do not to-day make Gertrude fare as well."
Both Miss Hargrove and Burt were bewildered. There was lurking mischief in Amy"s eyes when she first spoke, and yet she used her influence to keep Burt in her friend"s society. Her spirits seemed too exuberant to be natural, and Miss Hargrove, who was an adept at hiding her feelings under a mask of gayety, surmised that Amy"s feminine instincts had taught her to employ the same tactics. Conscious of their secret, Miss Hargrove and Burt both thought, "Perhaps it is her purpose to throw us together as far as possible, and learn the truth."
Amy had a kinder purpose than they imagined. She wanted no more of Burt"s forced allegiance, and was much too good-natured to permit mere pique to cause unhappiness to others. "Let Gertrude win him if she cares for him,"
was her thought, "and if _she_ can"t hold him his case is _hopeless_." She could not resist the temptation, however, to tease Burt a little.
But he gave her slight chance for the next few hours. Her mirthful question and the glance accompanying it had put him on his guard again, and he at once became the gay cavalier-general he had resolved on being throughout the day.
They made a long pause to enjoy the view looking out upon Const.i.tution Island, West Point, the southern mountains, and the winding river, dotted here and there with sails, and with steamers, seemingly held motionless by their widely separated train of ca.n.a.l boats.
"What mountain is this that we are now to descend?" Miss Hargrove asked.
"Cro" Nest," Burt replied. "It"s the first high mountain that abuts on the river above West Point, you will remember."
"Oh, yes, I remember. I have a song relating to it, and will give you a verse;" and she sang:
""Where Hudson"s waves o"er silvery sands Wind through the hills afar, And Cro" Nest like a monarch stands, Crowned with a single star.""