Dorn kissed her, then turned to Lenore. "Let"s go out to the fields."
It was not a long walk to the alfalfa, but by the time she got there Lenore"s impending woe was as if it had never been. Dorn seemed strangely gay and unusually demonstrative; apparently he forgot the war-cloud in the joy of the hour. That they were walking in the open seemed not to matter to him.
"Kurt, some one will see you," Lenore remonstrated.
"You"re more beautiful than ever to-day," he said, by way of answer, and tried to block her way.
Lenore dodged and ran. She was fleet, and eluded him down the lane, across the cut field, to a huge square stack of baled alfalfa. But he caught her just as she got behind its welcome covert. Lenore was far less afraid of him than of laughing eyes. Breathless, she backed up against the stack.
"You"re--a--cannibal!" she panted. But she did not make much resistance.
"You"re--a G.o.ddess!" he replied.
"Me!... Of what?"
"Why, of "Many Waters"!... G.o.ddess of wheat!... The sweet, waving wheat, rich and golden--the very spirit of life!"
"If anybody sees you--mauling me--this way--I"ll not seem a G.o.ddess to him.... My hair is down--my waist--Oh, Kurt!"
Yet it did not very much matter how she looked or what happened. Beyond all was the a.s.surance of her dearness to him. Suddenly she darted away from him again. Her heart swelled, her spirit soared, her feet were buoyant and swift. She ran into the uncut alfalfa. It was thick and high, tangling round her feet. Here her progress was r.e.t.a.r.ded. Dorn caught up with her. His strong hands on her shoulders felt masterful, and the sweet terror they inspired made her struggle to get away.
"You shall--not--hold me!" she cried.
"But I will. You must be taught--not to run," he said, and wrapped her tightly in his arms.
"Now surrender your kisses meekly!"
"I--surrender!... But, Kurt, someone will see... Dear, we"ll go back--or--somewhere--"
"Who can see us here but the birds?" he said, and the strong hands held her fast. "You will kiss me--enough--right now--even if the whole world--looked on!" he said, ringingly. "Lenore, my soul!... Lenore, I love you!"
He would not be denied. And if she had any desire to deny him it was lost in the moment. She clasped his neck and gave him kiss for kiss.
But her surrender made him think of her. She felt his effort to let her go.
Lenore"s heart felt too big for her breast. It hurt. She clung to his hand and they walked on across the field and across a brook, up the slope to one of Lenore"s favorite seats. And there she wanted to rest.
She smoothed her hair and brushed her dress, aware of how he watched her, with his heart in his eyes.
Had there ever in all the years of the life of the earth been so perfect a day? How dazzling the sun! What heavenly blue the sky! And all beneath so gold, so green! A lark caroled over Lenore"s head and a quail whistled in the brush below. The brook babbled and gurgled and murmured along, happy under the open sky. And a soft breeze brought the low roar of the harvest fields and the scent of wheat and dust and straw.
Life seemed so stingingly full, so poignant, so immeasurably worth living, so blessed with beauty and richness and fruitfulness.
"Lenore, your eyes are windows--and I can see into your soul. I can read--and first I"m uplifted and then I"m sad."
It was he who talked and she who listened. This glorious day would be her strength when the--Ah! but she would not complete a single bitter thought.
She led him away, up the slope, across the barley-field, now cut and harvested, to the great, swelling golden s.p.a.ces of wheat. Far below, the engines and harvesters were humming. Here the wheat waved and rustled in the wind. It was as high as Lenore"s head.
"It"s fine wheat," observed Dorn. "But the wheat of my desert hills was richer, more golden, and higher than this."
"No regrets to-day!" murmured Lenore, leaning to him.
There was magic in those words--the same enchantment that made the hours fly. She led him, at will, here and there along the rustling-bordered lanes. From afar they watched the busy harvest scene, with eyes that lingered long on a great, glittering combine with its thirty-two horses plodding along.
"I can drive them. Thirty-two horses!" she a.s.serted, proudly.
"No!"
"Yes. Will you come? I will show you."
"It is a temptation," he said, with a sigh. "But there are eyes there.
They would break the spell."
"Who"s talking about eyes now?" she cried.
They spent the remainder of that day on the windy wheat-slope, high up, alone, with the beauty and richness of "Many Waters" beneath them. And when the sun sent its last ruddy and gold rays over the western hills, and the weary harvesters plodded homeward, Lenore still lingered, loath to break the spell. For on the way home, she divined, he would tell her he was soon to leave.
Sunset and evening star! Their beauty and serenity pervaded Lenore"s soul. Surely there was a life somewhere else, beyond in that infinite s.p.a.ce. And the defeat of earthly dreams was endurable.
They walked back down the wheat lanes hand in hand, as dusk shadowed the valley; and when they reached the house he told her gently that he must go.
"But--you will stay to-night?" she whispered.
"No. It"s all arranged," he replied, thickly. "They"re to drive me over--my train"s due at eight.... I"ve kept it--till the last few minutes."
They went in together.
"We"re too late for dinner," said Lenore, but she was not thinking of that, and she paused with head bent. "I--I want to say good-by to you--here." She pointed to the dim, curtained entrance of the living-room.
"I"d like that, too," he replied. "I"ll go up and get my bag. Wait."
Lenore slowly stepped to that shadowed spot beyond the curtains where she had told her love to Dorn; and there she stood, praying and fighting for strength to let him go, for power to conceal her pain. The one great thing she could do was to show him that she would not stand in the way of his duty to himself. She realized then that if he had told her sooner, if he were going to remain one more hour at "Many Waters," she would break down and beseech him not to leave her.
She saw him come down-stairs with his small hand-bag, which he set down.
His face was white. His eyes burned. But her woman"s love made her divine that this was not a shock to his soul, as it was to hers, but stimulation--a man"s strange spiritual accounting to his fellow-men.
He went first into the dining-room, and Lenore heard her mother"s and sisters" voices in reply to his. Presently he came out to enter her father"s study. Lenore listened, but heard no sound there. Outside, a motor-car creaked and hummed by the window, to stop by the side porch.
Then the door of her father"s study opened and closed, and Dorn came to where she was standing.
Lenore did precisely as she had done a few nights before, when she had changed the world for him. But, following her kiss, there was a terrible instant when, with her arms around his neck, she went blind at the realization of loss. She held to him with a savage intensity of possession. It was like giving up life. She knew then, as never before, that she had the power to keep him at her side. But a thought saved her from exerting it--the thought that she could not make him less than other men--and so she conquered.
"Lenore, I want you to think always--how you loved me," he said.
"Loved you? Oh, my boy! It seems your lot has been hard. You"ve toiled--you"ve lost all--and now..."
"Listen," he interrupted, and she had never heard his voice like that.
"The thousands of boys who go to fight regard it a duty. For our country!... I had that, but more.... My father was German... and he was a traitor. The horror for me is that I hate what is German in _me_.... I will have to kill that. But you"ve helped me.... I know I"m American.