"I listened, and I peeped in," was Kathleen"s reiterated statement.
"Kurt was awake. He spoke, too, but very soft. Say, he knows he"s at "Many Waters." I heard him say, "Lenore".... Oh, I"m so happy, Lenore--that before he dies he"ll know you--talk to you."
"Hush, child!" whispered Lenore. "Kurt"s not going to die."
"But they all say so. That funny little doctor yesterday--he made me tired--but he said so. I heard him as dad put him into the car."
"Yes, Kathie, I heard him, too, but I do not believe," replied Lenore, dreamily.
"Kurt doesn"t look so--so sick," went on Kathleen. "Only--only I don"t know what--different, I guess. I"m crazy to go in--to see him. Lenore, will they ever let me?"
Their father"s abrupt entrance interrupted the conversation. He was pale, forceful, as when issues were at stake but were undecided.
"Kathie, go out," he said.
Lenore rose to face him.
"My girl--Dorn"s come to--an" he"s asked for you. I was for lettin" him see you. But Lowell an" Jarvis say no--not yet.... Now he might die any minute. Seems to me he ought to see you. It"s right. An" if you say so--"
"Yes," replied Lenore.
"By Heaven! He shall see you, then," said Anderson, breathing hard. "I"m justified even--even if it..." He did not finish his significant speech, but left her abruptly.
Presently Lenore was summoned. When she left her room she was in the throes of uncontrolled agitation, and all down the long hallway she fought herself. At the half-open door she paused to lean against the wall. There she had the will to still her nerves, to acquire serenity; and she prayed for wisdom to make her presence and her words of infinite good to Dorn in this crisis.
She was not aware of when she moved--how she ever got to Dorn"s bedside.
But seemingly detached from her real self, serene, with emotions locked, she was there looking down upon him.
"Lenore!" he said, with far-off voice that just reached her. Gladness shone from his shadowy eyes.
"Welcome home--my soldier boy!" she replied. Then she bent to kiss his cheek and to lay hers beside it.
"I never--hoped--to see you--again," he went on.
"Oh, but I knew!" murmured Lenore, lifting her head. His right hand, brown, bare, and rough, lay outside the coverlet upon his breast. It was weakly reaching for her. Lenore took it in both hers, while she gazed steadily down into his eyes. She seemed to see then how he was comparing the image he had limned upon his memory with her face.
"Changed--you"re older--more beautiful--yet the same," he said. "It seems--long ago."
"Yes, long ago. Indeed I am older. But--all"s well that ends well. You are back."
"Lenore, haven"t you--been told--I can"t live?"
"Yes, but it"s untrue," she replied, and felt that she might have been life itself speaking.
"Dear, something"s gone--from me. Something vital gone--with the sh.e.l.l that--took my arm."
_"No!"_ she smiled down upon him. All the conviction of her soul and faith she projected into that single word and serene smile--all that was love and woman in her opposing death. A subtle, indefinable change came over Dorn.
"Lenore--I paid--for my father," he whispered. "I killed Huns!... I spilled the--blood in me--I hated!... But all was wrong--wrong!"
"Yes, but you could not help that," she said, piercingly. "Blame can never rest upon you. You were only an--American soldier.... Oh, I know!
You were magnificent.... But your duty that way is done. A higher duty awaits you."
His eyes questioned sadly and wonderingly.
"You must be the great sower of wheat."
"Sower of wheat?" he whispered, and a light quickened in that questioning gaze.
"There will be starving millions after this war. Wheat is the staff of life. You _must_ get well.... Listen!"
She hesitated, and sank to her knees beside the bed. "Kurt, the day you"re able to sit up I"ll marry you. Then I"ll take you home--to your wheat-hills."
For a second Lenore saw him transformed with her spirit, her faith, her love, and it was that for which she had prayed. She had carried him beyond the hopelessness, beyond incredulity. Some guidance had divinely prompted her. And when his mute rapture suddenly vanished, when he lost consciousness and a pale gloom and shade fell upon his face, she had no fear.
In her own room she unleashed the strange bonds on her feelings and suffered their recurrent surge and strife, until relief and calmness returned to her. Then came a flashing uplift of soul, a great and beautiful exaltation. Lenore felt that she had been gifted with incalculable power. She had pierced Dorn"s fatalistic consciousness with the truth and glory of possible life, as opposed to the dark and evil morbidity of war. She saw for herself the wonderful and terrible stairs of sand which women had been climbing all the ages, and must climb on to the heights of solid rock, of equality, of salvation for the human race.
She saw woman, the primitive, the female of the species, but she saw her also as the mother of the species, made to save as well as perpetuate, learning from the agony of child-birth and child-care the meaning of Him who said, "Thou shalt not kill!" Tremendous would be the final resistance of woman to the brutality of man. Women were to be the saviors of humanity. It seemed so simple and natural that it could not be otherwise. Lenore realized, with a singular conception of the splendor of its truth, that when most women had found themselves, their mission in life, as she had found hers, then would come an end to violence, to greed, to hate, to war, to the black and hideous imperfection of mankind.
With all her intellect and pa.s.sion Lenore opposed the theory of the scientist and biologists. If they proved that strife and fight were necessary to the development of man, that without violence and bloodshed and endless contention the race would deteriorate, then she would say that it would be better to deteriorate and to die. Women all would declare against that, and in fact would never believe. She would never believe with her heart, but if her intellect was forced to recognize certain theories, then she must find a way to reconcile life to the inscrutable designs of nature. The theory that continual strife was the very life of plants, birds, beasts, and men seemed verified by every reaction of the present; but if these things were fixed materialistic rules of the existence of animated forms upon the earth, what then was G.o.d, what was the driving force in Kurt Dorn that made war-duty some kind of murder which overthrew his mind, what was the love in her heart of all living things, and the nameless sublime faith in her soul?
"If we poor creatures _must_ fight," said Lenore, and she meant this for a prayer, "let the women fight eternally against violence, and let the men forever fight their destructive instincts!"
From that hour the condition of Kurt Dorn changed for the better. Doctor Lowell admitted that Lenore had been the one medicine which might defeat the death that all except she had believed inevitable.
Lenore was permitted to see him a few minutes every day, for which fleeting interval she must endure the endless hours. But she discovered that only when he was rational and free from pain would they let her go in. What Dorn"s condition was all the rest of the time she could not guess. But she began to get inklings that it was very bad.
"Dad, I"m going to insist on staying with Kurt as--as long as I want,"
a.s.serted Lenore, when she had made up her mind.
This worried Anderson, and he appeared at a loss for words.
"I told Kurt I"d marry him the very day he could sit up," continued Lenore.
"By George! that accounts," exclaimed her father. "He"s been tryin" to sit up, an" we"ve had h.e.l.l with him."
"Dad, he will get well. And all the sooner if I can be with him more. He loves me. I feel I"m the only thing that counteracts--the--the madness in his mind--the death in his soul."
Anderson made one of his violent gestures. "I believe you. That hits me with a bang. It takes a woman!... Lenore, what"s your idea?"
"I want to--to marry him," murmured Lenore. "To nurse him--to take him home to his wheat-fields."
"You shall have your way," replied Anderson, beginning to pace the floor. "It can"t do any harm. It might save him. An" anyway, you"ll be his wife--if only for ... By George! we"ll do it. You never gave me a wrong hunch in your life ... but, girl, it"ll be hard for you to see him when--when he has the spells."
"Spells!" echoed Lenore.