It sounded like a p.r.o.nouncement of Bill"s. But Lauer did not often grow serious. Mostly he was jovially cheerful, and his wife likewise.
The North had emanc.i.p.ated them, and they were loyal to the source of their deliverance. And Hazel understood, because she herself had found the wild land a benefactor, kindly in its silence, restful in its forested peace, a cure for sickness of soul. Twice now it had rescued her from herself.
November and December went their appointed way--and still no word of Bill. If now and then her pillow was wet she struggled mightily against depression. She was not lonely in the dire significance of the word--but she longed pa.s.sionately for him. And she held fast to her faith that he would come.
The last of the old year she went little abroad, ventured seldom beyond the clearing. And on New Year"s Eve Jake Lauer"s wife came to the cabin to stay.
Hazel sat up, wide awake, on the instant. There was not the slightest sound. She had been deep in sleep. Nevertheless she felt, rather than knew, that some one was in the living-room. Perhaps the sound of the door opening had filtered through her slumber. She hesitated an instant, not through fear, because in the months of living alone fear had utterly forsaken her; but hope had leaped so often, only to fall sickeningly, that she was half persuaded it must be a dream. Still the impression strengthened. She slipped out of bed. The door of the bedroom stood slightly ajar.
Bill stood before the fireplace, his s.h.a.ggy fur cap pushed far back on his head, his gauntlets swinging from the cord about his neck. She had left a great bed of coals on the hearth, and the glow shone redly on his frost-scabbed face. But the marks of bitter trail bucking, the marks of frostbite, the stubby beard, the tiny icicles that still cl.u.s.tered on his eyebrows; while these traces of hardship tugged at her heart they were forgotten when she saw the expression that overshadowed his face. Wonder and unbelief and longing were all mirrored there.
She took a shy step forward to see what riveted his gaze. And despite the choking sensation in her throat she smiled--for she had taken off her little, beaded house moccasins and left them lying on the bearskin before the fire, and he was staring down at them like a man fresh-wakened from a dream, unbelieving and bewildered.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Bill stood before the fireplace, his s.h.a.ggy fur cap pushed far back on his head.]
With that she opened the door and ran to him. He started, as if she had been a ghost. Then he opened his arms and drew her close to him.
"Bill, Bill, what made you so long?" she whispered. "I guess it served me right, but it seemed a never-ending time."
"What made me so long?" he echoed, bending his rough cheek down against the warm smoothness of hers. "Lord, _I_ didn"t know you wanted me. I ain"t no telepathist, hon. You never yeeped one little word since I left. How long you been here?"
"Since last September." She smiled up at him. "Didn"t Courvoiseur"s man deliver a message from me to the mine? Didn"t you come in answer to my note?"
"Great Caesar"s ghost--since September--alone! You poor little girl!"
he murmured. "No, if you sent word to me through Courvoiseur I never got it. Maybe something happened his man. I left the Klappan with the first snow. Went poking aimlessly over around the Finlay River with a couple of trappers. Couldn"t settle down. Never heard a word from you. I"d given you up. I just blew in this way by sheer accident.
Girl, girl, you don"t know how good it is to see you again, to have this warm body of yours cuddled up to me again. And you came right here and planted yourself to wait till I turned up?"
"Sure!" She laughed happily. "But I sent you word, even if you never got it. Oh, well, it doesn"t matter. Nothing matters now. You"re here, and I"m here, and-- Oh, Billy-boy, I was an awful pig-headed idiot. Do you think you can take another chance with me?"
"Say"--he held her off at arm"s length admiringly--"do you want to know how strong I am for taking a chance with you? Well, I was on my way out to flag the next train East, just to see--just to see if you still cared two pins; to see if you still thought your game was better than mine."
"Well, you don"t have to take any eastbound train to find that out,"
she cried gayly. "I"m here to tell you I care a lot more than any number of pins. Oh, I"ve learned a lot in the last six months, Bill.
I had to hurt myself, and you, too. I had to get a jolt to jar me out of my self-centered little orbit. I got it, and it did me good. And it"s funny. I came back here because I thought I ought to, because it was our home, but rather dreading it. And I"ve been quite contented and happy--only hungry, oh, so dreadfully hungry, for you."
Bill kissed her.
"I didn"t make any mistake in you, after all," he said. "You"re a real partner. You"re the right stuff. I love you more than ever. If you made a mistake you paid for it, like a dead-game sport. What"s a few months? We"ve all our life before us, and it"s plain sailing now we"ve got our bearings again."
"Amen!" she whispered. "I--but, say, man of mine, you"ve been on the trail, and I know what the trail is. You must be hungry. I"ve got all kinds of goodies cooked in the kitchen. Take off your clothes, and I"ll get you something to eat."
"I"ll go you," he said. "I am hungry. Made a long mush to get here for the night. I got six huskies running loose outside, so if you hear "em scuffing around you"ll know it"s not the wolves. Say, it was some welcome surprise to find a fire when I came in. Thought first somebody traveling through had put up. Then I saw those slippers lying there.
That was sure making me take notice when you stepped out."
He chuckled at the recollection. Hazel lit the lamp, and stirred up the fire, plying it with wood. Then she slipped a heavy bath-robe over her nightgown and went into the chilly kitchen, emerging therefrom presently with a tray of food and a kettle of water to make coffee.
This she set on the fire. Wherever she moved Bill"s eyes followed her with a gleam of joy, tinctured with smiling incredulousness. When the kettle was safely bestowed on the coals, he drew her on his knee.
There for a minute she perched in rich content. Then she rose.
"Come very quietly with me, Bill," she whispered, with a fine air of mystery. "I want to show you something."
"Sure! What is it?" he asked.
"Come and see," she smiled, and took up the lamp. Bill followed obediently.
Close up beside her bed stood a small, square crib. Hazel set the lamp on a table, and turning to the bundle of blankets which filled this new piece of furniture, drew back one corner, revealing a round, puckered-up infant face.
"For the love of Mike!" Bill muttered. "Is it--is it--"
"It"s our son," she whispered proudly. "Born the tenth of January--three weeks ago to-day. Don"t, don"t--you great bear--you"ll wake him."
For Bill was bending down to peer at the tiny morsel of humanity, with a strange, abashed smile on his face, his big, clumsy fingers touching the soft, pink cheeks. And when he stood up he drew a long breath, and laid one arm across her shoulders.
"Us two and the kid," he said whimsically. "It should be the hardest combination in the world to bust. Are you happy, little person?"
She nodded, clinging to him, wordlessly happy. And presently she covered the baby"s face, and they went back to sit before the great fireplace, where the kettle bubbled cheerfully and the crackling blaze sent forth its challenge to the bevy of frost sprites that held high revel outside.
And, after a time, the blaze died to a heap of glowing embers, and the forerunning wind of a northeast storm soughed and whistled about a house deep wrapped in contented slumber, a house no longer divided against itself.