Unluckily she retorted with some playful parry that just lacked the saving quality of true resentment. How I rejoined would be small profit to tell. I had a fearful sense of falling; first like a wounded squirrel, dropping in fierce amazement, catching, holding on for a panting moment, then dropping, catching and dropping again, down from the top of the great tree where I had so lately sat scolding all the forest; and then, later, with an appalling pa.s.sivity. And at every fresh exchange of words, while she laughed and fended, and fended and laughed, along with this pa.s.sivity came a yet more appalling perversity; a pa.s.sivity and perversity as of delirium, and as horrid to her as to me, though I little thought so then.
We came where a line of dense woods on our left marked the bottom-lands of Morgan"s Creek. With her two earlier companions my fellow-traveller had crossed a ford here shortly after sunset, seeing no one; but a guard might easily have been put here since, by the Federals in Fayette. Pretty soon the road, bending toward it, led us down between two fenced fields and we stealthily walked our horses. Close to a way-side tree I murmured that if she would keep my horse I would steal nearer on foot and reconnoitre, and I had partly risen from the saddle, when I was thrilled by the pressure of her hand upon mine on the saddle-bow. "Don"t commit the soldier"s deadliest sin, my dear Mr. Smith," she said under her breath, and smiled at my agitation; "I mean, don"t lose time."
I was about to put a false meaning even on that, when she added "We don"t need the ford this time of year; let us ride back as if we gave up the trip--for there may be a vidette looking at us now in the edge of those bushes--and as soon as we get where we can"t be seen let us take a circuit. We can cross the creek somewhere above and strike the Wiggins road up in the woods. You can find your way by the blessed stars, can"t you--being the angel you are?"
My whole nature was upheaved. You may smile, but my plight was awful. In the sultry night I grew cold. My bridle-hand, still lying under her palm, turned and folded its big stupid fingers over hers. Then our hands slid apart and we rode back. "I wish I were good enough to know the stars," she said, gazing up. "Tell me some of them."
I told them. Two or three times my voice stuck in my throat, I found the sky so filled, so possessed, by constellations of evil name. At our back the Dragon writhed between the two Bears; over us hung the Eagle, and in the south were the Wolf, the Crow, the Hydra, the Serpent--"Oh, don"t tell any more," she exclaimed. "Or rather--what are those three bright stars yonder? Why do you skip them?"
"Those? That one is the Virgin"s sheaf; and those two are the Balances."
I failed to catch her reply. She spoke in a tone of pain and sunk her face in her hand. "Head ache?" I asked. "No." She straightened, and from under her coquettish hat bent upon me such a look as I had never seen. In her eyes, in her tightened lips, and in the lift of her head, was a whole history of hope, pride, pain, resolve, strife, bafflement and defiance. She could not have chosen to betray so much; she must have counted too fully on the shade of her hat-brim. The beautiful frown relaxed into a smile. "No," she repeated, "only an aching conscience. Ever have one?"
I averted my face and answered with a nod.
"I don"t believe you! I don"t believe you ever had cause for one!" She laid a hand again upon mine.
I covered it fiercely and sunk my brow upon it. And thereupon the wave of folly drew back, and on the bared sands of recollection I saw, like drowned things, my mother"s face, and Gholson"s and the General"s, and Major Harper"s, and Ned Ferry"s, and Camille"s. Each in turn brought its separate and peculiar pang; and among those that came a second time and with a crueler pang than before was Camille"s.
"You"re tired!" murmured the voice beside me, and the wave rolled in again. I lifted my brow and moved one hand from hers to make room on it for my lips, but her fingers slipped away and alighted compa.s.sionately on my neck. "You must be one ache from head to foot!" she whispered.
I turned upon her choking with anger, but her melting beauty rendered me helpless. Black woods were on our left. "Shall we turn in here?" I asked.
"Yes." She stooped low under the interlacing boughs and plunged with me into the double darkness.
XVII
TWO UNDER ONE HAT-BRIM
"Is this the conservatory?" playfully whispered Miss Rothvelt; and if a hot, damp air, motionless, and heavy with the sleeping breath of countless growths could make it so, a conservatory it was. Every slightest turn had to be alertly chosen, and the tangle of branches and vines made going by the stars nearly impossible. The undergrowth crowded us into single file. We scarcely exchanged another word until our horses came abreast in the creek and stopped to drink. Conditions beyond were much the same until near the end of our detour, when my horse swerved abruptly and the buzz of a rattlesnake sounded almost under foot. The mare swerved, too, and hurried forward to my horse"s side.
"That was almost an adventure, itself," laughingly murmured my companion, as if adventures were what we were in search of. While she spoke we came out into a slender road and turned due north. "Did you," she went on, childishly, "ever take a snake up by the tail, in your thumb and finger, and watch him try to double on himself and bite you? I have, it"s great fun; makes you feel so creepy, and yet you know you"re safe!"
She laughed under her breath as if at hide-and-seek. Then we galloped, then trotted again, galloped, walked and trotted again. Two miles, three, four, we reckoned off, and slowed to a walk to come out cautiously upon the Union Church and Fayette road. A sound brought us to a halt. From the right, out on the main road, it came; it was made by the wheels of a loaded wagon. I leaned sidewise until her hat-brim was over me and whispered "Yankee foragers;" but as I drew my revolver we heard voices, I breathed a sigh of relief, and with her locks touching mine we chuckled to each other in the dark. The pa.s.sers were slaves escaping to the Federal camp.
Now they came into view, on the broader road, two whole ragged families with a four-mule team. They pa.s.sed on. And then all at once the whole situation was too much for me. In the joy of release I groped out caressingly and touched my companion"s cheek. Whereat she took my fingers and drew them to her lips--twice. The next moment I found--we found--my lifted wrists in the slender grasp of her two hands and she was murmuring incoherent protests. Suddenly she grew eloquent. "Oh, think what you are and have always been! Do you think I don"t know? Do you suppose I would have put myself into this situation, or taken the liberties I have taken with you, if I had not known you, and known you well, before ever I saw you? Ah! I have heard such good things of you! and the moment I saw you I saw they were true!--Yes,--yes, I tell you they were, they are! And I"m not going to take my trust away from you now! You shall keep my trust as you have kept all others. You shall be as miserly of it as of your general"s. You will keep it!" Her whispers grew more and more gentle. "My dear friend, my dear friend! what is this trust compared to the trust I wish I might lay on you?" What did she mean by that! Had she some schemer"s use for me? I could not ask, for her little hands had gradually slipped from my wrists to my fingers and were softly, torturingly fondling them. Suddenly she laughed and threw her hands behind her back. "I"m blundering! Oh, Richard Smith, be kind to a woman"s poor wits, and let me say to-morrow that I know one man who can be trusted--who I know can be trusted--to make a woman"s folly her protection. Do you know, dear, that any woman who can say that, is richer than any who cannot? And I am but a woman, sometimes a bit silly. Trouble is I"m a live one and a whole one!--or else I"m a live one and not quite a whole one--I wonder which it is!"
I mumbled something about never wishing to tempt any one.
"Oh, you haven"t tempted me," she replied, with kind amus.e.m.e.nt. "You couldn"t if you should try. You"re a true soldier, with a true soldier"s ideals; and I"m pledged to help you keep them."
"What do you mean?" I demanded. "To whom are you pledged for any such--"
"Oh!--don"t you wish you knew! Why, to myself, for instance. Come! duty calls."
"Come!" I echoed. We swung into the broader road and followed the contrabands.
We came as close to them as was wise, and had to walk our horses. I could discern Miss Rothvelt"s features once more, and felt a truer deference than I had yet given her. Near the blacksmith"s shop, in the dusk of some shade-trees, she once more touched my shoulder. I turned resentfully to bid her not do it, but her shadowy gaze stopped me.
"Don"t be moody," she said; "the whole mistake is four-fifths mine. And anyhow, repining is only a counterfeit repentance, you know. Come, I don"t want to tease you. It"s only myself I love to torment. I"m the snake I like to hold up by the tail. Did you never have some dull, incessant ache that seemed to pain less when you pressed hard on it?" She laughed, left me and rode into the cottage gate.
What do you say?--Yes, she might have spoken more wisely. Yet always there vibrated in her voice a wealth of thought, now bitter, now sweet, and often both at once, and a splendor of emotions, beyond the scope of all ordinary natures. How far beyond my own scope they were, even with my pa.s.sions at flood-tide and turbid as a back-street overflow, I failed to ponder while I pa.s.sed around the paling fence alone.
In the edge of the woods at the rear of this enclosure I found the road that led into Cole"s Creek bottom, and there turned and waited. A corner of the cottage was still in view among its cedars and china-trees. In an intervening melon-patch blinked the yellow lamps of countless fireflies. And now there came the ghost of a sound from beyond the patch, then a glimpse of drapery, and I beheld again the subject of my thoughts. Such thoughts! Ah! why had I neither modesty, wit nor charity enough to see that yonder came a woman whose heart beat only more strongly than the hearts of all the common run of us, with impulses both kind and high, although society, by the pure defects of its awkward machinery, had incurably mutilated her fate; a woman wrestling with a deep-founded love that, held by her at arm"s length, yielded only humiliations and by its torments kept her half ripe for any sudden treason even against that love itself.
She came without her horse, pointing eagerly at the brightness of the sky above the unrisen moon. "Diana!" she whispered, and tossed a kiss toward it. "You saw me put the mare into the stable and go into the house by the back door?"
"Yes," I said, and handed her, as I dismounted, the General"s gift, the pa.s.s.
She s.n.a.t.c.hed it gaily, loosed a fastening at her throat and dropped the missive into her bosom. Then with pa.s.sionate gravity she asked, "Now, are you going straight on to Clifton to-night--without stopping?"
"I haven"t been ordered to tell any one where I"m going."
"Neither was Lieutenant Ferry," she dryly responded, "yet I have it from him."
"He told you?--Ah! you"re only guessing," I said, and saw that I was helping her to guess more correctly.
"Pooh!" she replied, ever so prettily, "do you suppose I don"t know? Ferry"s scouts are at Clifton, and you"ve got a despatch for Lieutenant--eh,--Durand--hem!" She posed playfully. "Now, tell me; you"re not to report to him till daylight, are you? Then why need you hurry on now? This house where I am is the only safe place for you to sleep in between here and Clifton. I"ll wake you, myself, in good time." My heart pounded and rose in my throat, yet I managed to say, "My orders are plain." I flinched visibly, for again I had told too much. I pretended to listen toward the depths of the wood.
She struck a mock-sentimental att.i.tude and murmured musically--
""The beating of our own hearts Was all the sound we heard."
"Yes,"--she put away gaiety--"your orders are plain; and they"re as cruel as they are plain!"
"Cruel to you?" I took her hand from my arm and held it.
"Oh! cruel to you, Richard, dear; to you! And--yes!--yes!--I"ll confess. I"ll confess--if only you"ll do as I beg! Yes, ah yes, cruel to me! But don"t ask how, and we"ll see if you are man enough to keep a real woman"s real secret! And first, promise me not to put up at that house which the General and Lieutenant Ferry--"
"Lieutenant Ferry is not sending me to any house."
"Pardon me, I know better. This is his scheme." She laid her free hand on our two. "Tell me you will not go to that house!"
I attempted an evasion. "Oh--a blanket on the ground--face covered up in it from the mosquitos--is really--"
"Right!" She laughed. "I wish a woman could choose that way. Oh! if you"ll do that I"ll go with you and stand guard over you!"
Dolt that I was, I would have drawn her close, but she put me off with an outstretched arm and forbidden smile. "No!--No! this is a matter of life and death."
I stepped back, heaving. "Who and what are you? Who and what are you?"
"Why, who and what should I be?"
"Charlotte Oliver!"