"I tell you she"s only a child. I kissed her as I would any little girl of whom I was fond."
"Yo" love her, an" yo" haint the man ter say hit."
"Very well, then. Supposing I admit that I love her, what is it to you?" replied Donald, with a flash of heat.
"I loves her, too. I"ve loved her since she come ter these hyar mountains, a leetle baby; an" I don"t calkerlate ter hev yo", er any city man, make a plaything uv her. Hit"s man ter man, now. Air yo", er haint yo", a-goin" ter leave hyar, an" keep erway?"
"As I told you before, it"s none of your business," replied Don shortly.
"An" es I told ye before, hit air. Now I tells ye thet yo" haint a-comin" back."
"That ... remains to be seen," Donald answered wrathfully as he stepped past Judd, this time unimpeded.
He had not gone more than a score of swinging strides, keeping the bristling dog close beside him, when he heard the staccato crack of a rifle, and simultaneously the high-pitched whine of a bullet past his head.
Once before, in the Maine woods, he had been an unwilling target, on that occasion for an overanxious deer hunter. Then he had sprung up, waving his arms and shouting a warning, but now instinct told him that the opposite procedure was the proper one, and he threw himself precipitately into the enveloping rhododendrons. As he did so, from the path above him came a derisive laugh which set his blood boiling.
It awakened in Donald all the blind, fighting spirit which, in gridiron days, had driven him with clinched teeth into the thick of the battering melee. He sprang into a crouching posture, face turned toward the taunting sound, every muscle taut, every nerve tingling, and with but one thought surging through his brain--the desire to charge back and attack Judd, barehanded.
Slowly the red demons of primitive pa.s.sion vanished before the returning light of wisdom, born of maturity and the restraining power of civilization. He quickly realized that he had no right to make a fool of himself for the sake of such a cause, and in such a childish manner. His duty was paramount to the satisfaction of an atavistic impulse, and, placing a strong mental grasp upon his nerves, which cried for drastic action, Donald turned downward into the footpath again, and broke into a run.
Haste was doubly essential, for little time remained before the hour for the departure of his train, and, even in Virginia, it might leave according to schedule. As he crashed impetuously through a bush whose branches blocked the path, he heard again the laughter from above him and caught a new note therein--that of exultation.
Donald stifled an oath, while an additional reason for returning to the mountain burned its way into his heart.
On the path above, Judd deliberately blew the fouling smoke from his rifle barrel, turned about, and, with a satisfied smile mingling with the expression of hate on his lips, climbed back towards Jerry"s cabin.
In its doorway stood Rose. The happy flush still lingered delicately on her cheeks, and her limpid eyes were full of a soft, dreamy light.
"What war yo" ershootin" at, Judd?" she cried, as the man came into view, carelessly swinging his long weapon.
"Et a pole-cat," was his brief reply, as he removed his broad straw hat and sank with the unconscious grace of a wild animal onto the stoop at her feet.
Neither broke the silence for several minutes, but the man scarcely took his burning gaze from the child"s lovely face. At length she sighed ever so gently, and, seating herself beside him, dropped her firm chin into her cupped hands.
"Smiles," began Judd, with all the harshness gone from his voice, "I don"t enjoy fer ter hear yo" sigh thet erway, er ter see ther fur-off look in yo"r purty eyes, "cause I fears thet hit means thar"s some one else then me in yo"r heart."
Instantly she sat up straight, and turned her eyes, full of surprise, upon him. "Why, Juddy!" she said.
"Ef hit"s thet doctor man, I likes. .h.i.t least uv all, Smiles," the man continued, speaking bitterly. "He haint come fur no good, leetle gal, an" I don"t want fer yo" ter think on him."
"I reckon I thinks on whom I likes," she responded briefly.
"Don"t go fer ter git angry with me, Rose gal. Hit aint thet I wants ter be selfish er onreasonable, but ..." Judd stopped. Words of pa.s.sionate love trembled on his lips, but were held there by a barrier of inherited reticence in matters of the heart. Iron reserve and laconic speech were essentially typical of his breed; but, at length, the eager utterances strained against the fetter of his will, and broke them.
"I kaint speak as I desires to, Smiles. I fears I kaint make ye understand what"s in my heart; but I"ve keered mightily fer ye, dear, ever since yo" war a smilin" leetle baby gal, an" now ... now yo"r most a woman grown, an" I love ye, want ye more come each new day an" each new night. Thar haint one ef them pa.s.ses but thet I make excuse fer ter see ye, an" jest ther sight o" yo"r sweet face somehow kindles a light inside me that burns, "thout scarcely dimmin", till I sees ye agin. Thet"s ther reason I said what I done, a moment back.
"I jest kaint bear fer ter think uv yo" lovin" some one else then me. I ... I keers so much thet I believes I"d rather see ye dead then thet, Rose gal."
Fairly trembling with the sweep of his unloosed emotion, the reserved, strong-willed man paused, and, as the girl stood up hastily, she was trembling, too.
"Why, Juddy," she cried softly, distress in her voice, "I didn"t rightly understand thet yo" felt thet erway. I likes ye, in course, but I"m only a leetle gal, an" I haint keerin" fer any one ... thet erway. I ... I don"t enjoy fer ter hyar yo" say sech words ter me now, Juddy."
"I reckon yo"r right, an" I shouldn"t hev told ye yet, Rose," answered the man, almost humbly. "I kin bide my time, but I wants ye ter know thet I feels es I does. I"m a-goin" ter keep right on lovin" ye more an" more, and, when yo"r older, I plans ter ask ye ter marry with me."
"I likes ye ... indeed I likes ye, Judd, but ... oh, please don"t ever go fer ter do that. I kaint never marry ye, Judd."
The man stiffened, and his face grew black again. "I believes thet yo" air in love with thet doctor man, atter all," he shot out.
"I haint neither," cried the girl, angrily stamping her bare foot, "I does love him, but I haint in love with n.o.body, "ceptin" grandpap."
"Yo" submitted ter his takin" ye in his arms an" kissin" ye," burst out the mountaineer.
"Judd Amos, yo"r a mean, spyin" sneak, an" I hates ye!" stormed Rose, while her eyes filled with angry tears.
"I didn"t go fer ter spy on ye, Smiles," he protested, "I seen ye by chance. But, whether yo" love him er not, yo" might jest as well fergit him. He keered fer ye jest because yo" air er purty mountain flower, an" he haint never ercomin" back hyar ergin."
"He air, too," contradicted the girl rebelliously. "He air ercomin" back an" he"s promised ter help me git edercation."
Judd laughed shortly.
"I warned him fair ter keep erway, an" p"inted my warnin" with a rifle ball."
Rose"s eyes widened in horror.
"Yo" ... yo" means yo" shot him, Judd?" she whispered, with both hands pressed to her breast.
"Shot him? No. I didn"t aim fer ter hurt him, an" "twarn"t in nowise necessary. I jest put a bullet past his head an" he run like a skeered rabbit."
"Taint so. He never run from no one," she cried staunchly.
"Wall, hit shor" appeared like hit ter me," was the gloating answer.
Feminine instinct gave Rose an intuitive insight into the real reasons which underlay Donald"s apparent flight; but pride sealed her lips, just as she was on the point of explaining triumphantly that the doctor had been called back home that day, and that it was the following summer when he would return.
"Juddy," she said gently, after a moment, "yo" hed no reason fer doin" what yo" done. Hit war mighty wrong, but I fergives ye. I wants ter still be friends with ye. I wants ye ter help me, Juddy."
The last words were breathed softly, and the nave appeal in her voice brought the hostile man quickly back to submissive and worshipful fealty.
"Yo" know thet I"d do enything in the world fer ye, Smiles," he answered simply.
"I believes thet yo" think yo" would, Judd, but I wonders ef, deep in yo"r heart, yo" really keers ernough fer me ter ... I kaint scarcely explain what I means. I reckon I air powerful ignerrant in speecherfyin"."
"I don"t rightly know what yo" means, Smiles, but I give ye my promise ter do whatsoever yo" wants, ef hit takes my life," he declared earnestly, his former selfish desire to bend her will into compliance with his own for the moment yielding to his blind eagerness to prove his love.
Youthful and unsophisticated in worldly wiles as she was, the eternal feminine in Rose sensed her victory and power, and, still maintaining her half commanding, half tenderly appealing tone, she outlined her plan, for the accomplishment of which his aid was all essential.
Judd protested, pleaded and stormed--all to no avail. He felt himself like a man caught in a snare of his own weaving--a snare strengthened by fair, yet unbreakable, silken threads added by the child.
Finally, miserable at heart, he yielded, and departed with his hand tingling from the impulsive affectionate pressure of Smiles" fingers upon it. But, as the conscious thrill which it caused in his being lessened, his thoughts became immersed in gloom, through which no encouraging light made its way. He realized that he had lost the first battle for her heart, and the loss brought closer the dark spectre of ultimate defeat.
CHAPTER VII.
"SMILES"" GIFT: AND THE "WRITING"
"Now, my boy, let us hear an account of your trip. Did you enjoy it, and find anything of especial interest in the mountains of the feud country?"
The doctor"s father lighted his after-dinner cigar, and leaned back with the indolent satisfaction which a man ripe in useful years may feel when surrounded by his family. Since the death of his wife, he and his children had been more inseparably attached one to another than ever, and each drew a full measure of happiness from these all-too-infrequent reunions, when Donald could be with them. Even little Muriel was not left out of the group, for she had been granted the exceptional privilege of sitting up an extra hour, and listening to the wonderful hunting tales told by her beloved Uncle Don, upon whose lap she was now contentedly curled. Her mother and father sat near by.
"Yes, to both questions," responded Donald.
"Did you shoot any bears?" queried his little niece, expectantly.
"No bears this trip, although I almost scalded to death a bare-legged little girl," was the reply. And with Rose thus made the central figure of his recital at the very outset, Donald proceeded to tell of his experiences and new friendships; but consciously refrained from mentioning the unpleasant incident with which his trip ended, and Smiles" parting embrace.
His faithful reproduction of the soft mountain dialect brought frequent smiles from his listeners, and filled the child with delighted amus.e.m.e.nt.
"I just love Smiles," she cried, as he finished his story.
"Indeed, so does every one who knows her. You do, don"t you, Mike?" added Donald, and the dog beat a tattoo on the rug with his stumpy tail.
"Witchery," laughed his father. "Even your clumsy description has strangely stirred my youthful blood, and "I longs fer ter see this hyar wonderful child dryad of ther primeval forest." If you ever go back there, you had better wear magic armor as protection against that illusive smile which seems to have cast a spell of enchantment over your civilized senses."
"Pshaw, you needn"t be concerned about my feelings for her. She"s no siren, but a very real little person. I"ll admit that she"s amazingly attractive; but she"s merely a child."
"Children grow up," teased his sister.
"I"m aware of that natural phenomenon," answered Donald, somewhat curtly. "But ... Great Scott, can"t I describe a fifteen--no, sixteen-year-old little savage, without all you people imagining that I"m going to be such a fool as to fall in love with her?"
"Sometimes it isn"t what one says, but the way he says it, that incriminates," put in his brother-in-law, adding his voice to the general baiting which had apparently disclosed a tender spot.
"Hang it all, I believe that I"ll go back and ask Smiles to marry me, if only to put an end to your teasing," cried Don with a laugh not entirely natural. "At least I might perhaps succeed in frustrating your obvious designs, Ethel. Oh, I"m not blind!"
"I"ve almost concluded that you are--or hopeless," answered his sister. "However, I"m perfectly willing to admit that I would like to see you married to Marion Treville--she"s my closest friend, and would certainly make you a perfect wife."
"Too perfect, by far. Can you imagine me hitched with that proud and cla.s.sic beauty? I should go mad."
"But I want my pretty basket that little Smiles made for me," broke in Muriel, to whom the present remarks held no interest, and who emphasized her demand by seizing his cheeks.
"To be sure you do, and I want to see my present, too. I"ll bring them right down."
Not at all ill pleased at this opportunity to escape from his family"s jesting, which, for some indefinable reason, aroused his belligerency, Donald jumped up hastily and departed for the sanctuary of his bedroom, to get the bulky bundle with its mysterious enclosure. Minutes slipped by, and he failed to return to the group downstairs.
At last his absorption was broken into by the arrival of Muriel, whose entrance into the room, with the traces of tears on her cheeks, brought him back to the present with a remorseful start.
"You didn"t come down, an" you didn"t come down, Uncle Don, an" now mother says it"s bedtime, an" I want Smiles" basket to take with me."
"Why, I"m terribly sorry that I"ve been so long, sweetheart-mine. I stopped to read the letter she wrote to me, and, I"m ashamed to say, forgot that you were waiting for me. But see, here"s your present. Little Rose made it all herself for you. Isn"t it pretty?"
With a cry of delight the child gathered the simple basket into her chubby arms and bent her head over it. "Oh, don"t it smell sweet, Uncle Don. Does Smiles smell like that?"
"Perhaps not exactly," he replied, chuckling.
"Now please show me what she sent to you. Was it a basket, too?"
"No, not a basket. It"s a very great secret; but, if you"ll promise not to tell a soul, no matter how they tease, I"ll show it to you."
"Cross my heart, an" hope to die," said the child earnestly, making across her pinafore the mystic sign, so potent to the childish mind.
Donald opened a drawer in the chiffonier and took out a small and obviously cheap glazed blue-and-white vase. The child took it wonderingly and, removing the cover, sniffed audibly and deeply.
"My. This smells like Rose," she said with conviction.
"You"re right, it does, indeed, because it is roses--dried wild rose petals which she gathered and preserved herself. I saw it in her little cabin, and know that it was her most precious possession, yet she gave it to "Uncle Don" as a keepsake, so that he might remember her whenever he smells of it."
"Wasn"t she just too sweet to do that. My, how I would like to see her, Uncle Don."
"Well, perhaps you may, some day."
The sentence echoed out of the past, carrying his recollection back to the night when he had heedlessly spoken the identical words to Smiles, and there entered his mind the sudden realization of what amazing potentialities for good or evil often lie hidden in the simplest utterances.
The sound of his sister"s light tread in the hallway caused Donald to return his homely gift to its hiding place hurriedly, and little Muriel, with roguishly twinkling eyes, imitated his action as he laid his finger on his lips as a seal of secrecy.
"Well, you two kids," laughed Ethel, as she caught sight of the picture framed by the doorway.
"I"m glad that I haven"t wholly forgotten how to be one," answered her brother, as he kissed first his little niece, and then the basket which she held up with the demand that it be paid similar homage, and bade them good-night.
Rejoining the diminished group in the living-room, Donald was preoccupiedly silent, until his father asked, "Well, have you read your little friend"s "writing"? I confess to a mild curiosity as to what sort of a letter a girl like her would write, and what sort of a request she would be likely to make of you."
Don drew from his pocket the letter, painfully scrawled on cheap, and not overclean paper, and handed it over. Adjusting his eye-gla.s.ses the older man read aloud:-- Dear Dr. Mac, Truly I want to be a nurse like you told me about some day.
"Well," commented the reader, "at least she starts right off with the business in hand, without any palavering.
And I reckon that even a little mountain girl like me can be one if she wishes hard enough and works hard, too.
"Why," he interpolated again, "there doesn"t seem to be any evidence of your weirdly wonderful spelling and grammar here."
"Go on," answered Donald, smiling slightly.