CHAPTER XLV
THE LIGHT OF THE WHOLE WORLD
At the new farm of Jesse Wingate on the Yamhill the wheat was in stack and ready for the flail, his deer-skin sacks made ready to carry it to market after the threshing. His grim and weather-beaten wagon stood, now unused, at the barnyard fence of rails.
It was evening. Wingate and his wife again sat on their little stoop, gazing down the path that led to the valley road. A mounted man was opening the gate, someone they did not recognize.
"Maybe from below," said Molly Wingate. "Jed"s maybe sent up another letter. Leave it to him, he"s going to marry the most wonderful girl!
Well, I"ll call it true, she"s a wonderful walker. All the Prices was."
"Or maybe it"s for Molly," she added. "Ef she"s ever heard a word from either Sam Woodhull or--"
"Hush! I do not want to hear that name!" broke in her husband. "Trouble enough he has made for us!"
His wife made no comment for a moment, still watching the stranger, who was now riding up the long approach, little noted by Wingate as he sat, moody and distrait.
"Jess," said she, "let"s be fair and shame the devil. Maybe we don"t know all the truth about Will Banion. You go in the house. I"ll tend to this man, whoever he may be."
But she did not. With one more look at the advancing figure, she herself rose and followed her husband. As she pa.s.sed she cast a swift glance at her daughter, who had not joined them for the twilight hour. Hers was the look of the mother--maternal, solicitious, yet wise and resolved withal; woman understanding woman. And now was the hour for her ewe lamb to be alone.
Molly Wingate sat in her own little room, looking through her window at the far forest and the mountain peaks in their evening dress of many colors. She was no longer the tattered emigrant girl in fringed frock and mended moccasins. Ships from the world"s great ports served the new market of the Columbia Valley. It was a trim and trig young woman in the habiliments of sophisticated lands who sat here now, her heavy hair, piled high, lighted warmly in the illumination of the window. Her skin, clear white, had lost its sunburn in the moister climate between the two ranges of mountains. Quiet, reticent, reserved--cold, some said; but all said Molly Wingate, teacher at the mission school, was beautiful, the most beautiful young woman in all the great Willamette settlements. Her hands were in her lap now, and her face as usual was grave. A sad young woman, her Oregon lovers all said of her. They did not know why she should be sad, so fit for love was she.
She heard now a knock at the front door, to which, from her position, she could not have seen anyone approach. She called out, "Come!" but did not turn her head.
A horse stamped, neighed near her door. Her face changed expression. Her eyes grew wide in some strange a.s.sociation of memories suddenly revived.
She heard a footfall on the gallery floor, then on the floor of the hall. It stopped. Her heart almost stopped with it. Some undiscovered sense warned her, cried aloud to her. She faced the door, wide-eyed, as it was flung open.
"Molly!"
Will Banion"s deep-toned voice told her all the rest. In terror, her hands to her face, she stood an instant, then sprang toward him, her voice almost a wail in its incredulous joy.
"Will! Will! Oh, Will! Oh! Oh!"
"Molly!"
They both paused.
"It can"t be! Oh, you frightened me, Will! It can"t be you!"
But he had her in his arms now. At first he could only push back her hair, stroke her cheek, until at last the rush of life and youth came back to them both, and their lips met in the sealing kiss of years. Then both were young again. She put up a hand to caress his brown cheek.
Tenderly he pushed back her hair.
"Will! Oh, Will! It can"t be!" she whispered again and again.
"But it is! It had to be! Now I"m paid! Now I"ve found my fortune!"
"And I"ve had my year to think it over, Will. As though the fortune mattered!"
"Not so much as that one other thing that kept you and me apart. Now I must tell you--"
"No, no, let be! Tell me nothing! Will, aren"t you here?"
"But I must! You must hear me! I"ve waited two years for this!"
"Long, Will! You"ve let me get old!"
"You old?" He kissed her in contempt of time. "But now wait, dear, for I must tell you.
"You see, coming up the valley I met the Clerk of the Court of Oregon City, and he knew I was headed up for the Yamhill. He asked me to serve as his messenger. "I"ve been sending up through all the valley settlements in search of one William Banion," he said to me. Then I told him who I was. He gave me this."
"What is it?" She turned to her lover. He held in his hands a long package, enfolded in an otter skin. "Is it a court summons for Will Banion? They can"t have you, Will!"
He smiled, her head held between his two hands.
""I have a very important doc.u.ment for Colonel William Banion," the clerk said to me. "It has been for some time in our charge, for delivery to him at once should he come into the Oregon settlements. It is from His Excellency, the President of the United States. Such messages do not wait. Seeing it of such importance, and knowing it to be military, Judge Lane opened it, since we could not trace the addressee.
If you like--if you are, indeed, Colonel William Banion"--that was what he said."
He broke off, choking.
"Ah, Molly, at last and indeed I am again William Banion!"
He took from the otter skin--which Chardon once had placed over the oilskin used by Carson to protect it--the long and formal envelope of heavy linen. His finger pointed--"On the Service of the United States."
"Why, Will!"
He caught the envelope swiftly to his lips, holding it there an instant before he could speak.
"My pardon! From the President! Not guilty--oh, not guilty! And I never was!"
"Oh, Will, Will! That makes you happy?"
"Doesn"t it you?"
"Why, yes, yes! But I knew that always! And I know now that I"d have followed you to the gallows if that had had to be."
"Though I were a thief?"
"Yes! But I"d not believe it! I didn"t! I never did! I could not!"
"You"d take my word against all the world--just my word, if I told you it wasn"t true? You"d want no proof at all? Will you always believe in me in that way? No proof?"
"I want none now. You do tell me that? No, no! I"m afraid you"d give me proofs! I want none! I want to love you for what you are, for what we both are, Will! I"m afraid!"
He put his hands on her shoulders, held her away arms" length, looked straight into her eyes.