"Come," he said, gently, "I am going now."
She stood quite motionless for a full minute or longer; then, without a word, she moved toward the house. He went to her with hands extended to find her, and his fingers touched her sleeve. Then together and silently they found the garden-path; and followed its dim length. In the orchard he touched her sleeve again and led the way.
As they came out behind the house she detained him. Stopping short, she shook his hand from her arm. She spoke in a single breath, as if it were all one word:
"Will you tell me why you go? It is not late. Why do you wish to leave me, when I shall not see you again?"
"The Lord be good to me!" he broke out, all his long-pent pa.s.sion of dreams rushing to his lips, now that the barrier fell. "Don"t you see it is because I can"t bear to let you go? I hoped to get away without saying it. I want to be alone. I want to be with myself and try to realize. I didn"t want to make a babbling idiot of myself--but I am!
It is because I don"t want another second of your sweetness to leave an added pain when you"ve gone. It is because I don"t want to hear your voice again, to have it haunt me in the loneliness you will leave--but it"s useless, useless! I shall hear it always, just as I shall always see your face, just as I have heard your voice and seen your face these seven years--ever since I first saw you, a child at Winter Harbor. I forgot for a while; I thought it was a girl I had made up out of my own heart, but it was you--you always! The impression I thought nothing of at the time, just the merest touch on my heart, light as it was, grew and grew deeper until it was there forever. You"ve known me twenty-four hours, and I understand what you think of me for speaking to you like this. If I had known you for years and had waited and had the right to speak and keep your respect, what have I to offer you? I, couldn"t even take care of you if you went mad as I and listened. I"ve no excuse for this raving. Yes, I have!"
He saw her in another second of lightning, a sudden, bright one. Her back was turned to him; she had taken a few startled steps from him.
"Ah," he cried, "you are glad enough, now, to see me go! I knew it. I wanted to spare myself that. I tried not to be a hysterical fool in your eyes." He turned aside and his head fell on his breast. "G.o.d help me,"
he said, "what will this place be to me now?"
The breeze had risen; it gathered force; it was a chill wind, and there rose a wailing on the prairie. Drops of rain began to fall.
"You will not think a question implied in this," he said more composedly, and with an unhappy laugh at himself. "I believe you will not think me capable of asking you if you care----"
"No," she answered; "I--I do not love you."
"Ah! Was it a question, after all? I--you read me better than I do, perhaps--but if I asked, I knew the answer."
She made as if to speak again, but words refused her.
After a moment, "Good-by," he said, very steadily. "I thank you for the charity that has given me this little time with you--it will always be--precious to me--I shall always be your servant." His steadiness did not carry him to the end of his sentence. "Good-by."
She started toward him and stopped, without his seeing her. She answered nothing; but stretched out her hand to him and then let it fall quickly.
"Good-by," he said again. "I shall go out the orchard gate. Please tell them good-night for me. Won"t you speak to me? Good-by."
He stood waiting while the rising wind blew their garments about them.
She leaned against the wall of the house. "Won"t you say good-by and tell me you can forget my----"
She did not speak.
"No!" he cried, wildly. "Since you don"t forget it! I have spoiled what might have been a pleasant memory for you, and I know it. You were already troubled, and I have added, and you won"t forget it, nor shall I--nor shall I! Don"t say good-by--I can say it for both of us. G.o.d bless you--and good-by, good-by, good-by!"
He crushed his hat down over his eyes and ran toward the orchard gate.
For a moment lightning flashed repeatedly; she saw him go out the gate and disappear into sudden darkness. He ran through the field and came out on the road. Heaven and earth were revealed again for a dazzling white second. From horizon to horizon rolled clouds contorted like an illimitable field of inverted haystacks, and beneath them enormous volumes of pale vapor were tumbling in the west, advancing eastward with sinister swiftness. She ran to a little knoll at the corner of the house and saw him set his face to the storm. She cried aloud to him with all her strength and would have followed, but the wind took the words out of her mouth and drove her back cowering to the shelter of the house.
Out on the road the dust came lashing and stinging him like a thousand nettles; it smothered him, and beat upon him so that he covered his face with his sleeve and fought into the storm shoulder foremost, dimly glad of its rage, scarcely conscious of it, keeping westward on his way to nowhere. West or east, south or north--it was all one to him. The few heavy drops that fell boiling into the dust ceased to come; the rain withheld while the wind-kings rode on earth. On he went in spite of them. On and on, running blindly when he could run at all. At least, the wind-kings were company. He had been so long alone. He could remember no home that had ever been his since he was a little child, neither father nor mother, no one who belonged to him or to whom he belonged, except one cousin, an old man who was dead. For a day his dreams had found in a girl"s eyes the precious thing that is called home--oh, the wild fancy!
He laughed aloud.
There was a startling answer; a lance of living fire hurled from the sky, riving the fields before his eyes, while crash on crash of artillery numbed his ears. With that his common-sense awoke and he looked about him. He was almost two miles from town; the nearest house was the Briscoes" far down the road. He knew the rain would come now.
There was a big oak near him at the roadside. He stepped under its sheltering branches and leaned against the great trunk, wiping the perspiration and dust from his face. A moment of stunned quiet had succeeded the peal of thunder. It was followed by several moments of incessant lightning that played along the road and danced in the fields.
From that intolerable brightness he turned his head and saw, standing against the fence, five feet away, a man, leaning over the top rail and looking at him.
The same flash staggered brilliantly before Helen"s eyes as she crouched against the back steps of the brick house. It scarred a picture like a marine of big waves: the tossing tops of the orchard trees; for in the same second the full fury of the storm was loosed, wind and rain and hail. It drove her against the kitchen door with cruel force; the latch lifted, the door blew open violently, and she struggled to close it in vain. The house seemed to rock. A lamp flickered toward her from the inner doorway and was blown out.
"Helen! Helen!" came Minnie"s voice, anxiously. "Is that you? We were coming to look for you. Did you get wet?"
Mr. Willetts threw his weight against the door and managed to close it.
Then Minnie found her friend"s hand and led her through the dark hall to the parlor where the judge sat, placidly reading by a student-lamp.
Lige chuckled as they left the kitchen. "I guess you didn"t try too hard to shut that door, Harkless," he said, and then, when they came into the lighted room, "Why, where _is_ Harkless?" he asked. "Didn"t he come with us from the kitchen?"
"No," answered Helen, faintly; "he"s gone." She sank upon the sofa and drew her hand across her eyes as if to shade them from too sudden light.
"Gone!" The judge dropped his book and stared across the table at the girl. "Gone! When?"
"Ten minutes--five--half an hour--I don"t know. Before the storm commenced."
"Oh!" The old gentleman appeared to be rea.s.sured. "Probably he had work to do and wanted to get in before the rain."
But Lige Willetts was turning pale. He swallowed several times with difficulty. "Which way did he go? He didn"t come around the house; we were out there till the storm broke."
"He went by the orchard gate. When he got to the road he turned that way." She pointed to the west.
"He must have been crazy!" exclaimed the judge. "What possessed the fellow?"
"I couldn"t stop him. I didn"t know how." She looked at her three companions, slowly and with growing terror, from one face to another.
Minnie"s eyes were wide and she had unconsciously grasped Lige"s arm; the young man was looking straight before him; the judge got up and walked nervously back and forth. Helen rose to her feet swiftly and went toward the old man, her hands pressed to her bosom.
"Ah!" she cried out, sharply, "I had forgotten _that_! You don"t think they--you don"t think----"
"I know what I think," Lige broke in; "I think I"d ought to be hanged for letting him out of my sight. Maybe it"s all right; maybe he turned and started right back for town--and got there. But I had no business to leave him, and if I can I"ll catch up with him yet." He went to the front door, and, opening it, let in a tornado of wind and flood of water that beat him back; sheets of rain blew in horizontally, in spite of the porch beyond.
Briscoe followed him. "Don"t be a fool, Lige," he said. "You hardly expect to go out in that." Lige shook his head; it needed them both to get the door closed. The young man leaned against it and pa.s.sed his sleeve across his wet brow. "I hadn"t ought to have left him."
"Don"t scare the girls," whispered the other; then in a louder tone: "All I"m afraid of is that he"ll get blown to pieces or catch his death of cold. That"s all there is to worry about. Those scalawags wouldn"t try it again so soon after last night. I"m not bothering about that; not at all. That needn"t worry anybody."
"But this morning----"
"Pshaw! He"s likely home and dry by this time--all foolishness; don"t be an old woman." The two men reentered the room and found Helen clinging to Minnie"s hand on the sofa. She looked up at them quickly.
"Do you think--do you--what do you--" Her voice shook so that she could not go on.
The judge pinched her cheek and patted it. "I think he"s home and dry, but I think he got wet first; that"s what I think. Never you fear, he"s a good hand at taking care of himself. Sit down, Lige. You can"t go for a while." Nor could he. It was long before he could venture out; the storm raged and roared without abatement; it was Carlow"s worst since "Fifty-one, the old gentleman said. They heard the great limbs crack and break outside, while the thunder boomed and the wind ripped at the eaves till it seemed the roof must go. Meanwhile the judge, after some apology, lit his pipe and told long stories of the storms of early days and of odd freaks of the wind. He talked on calmly, the picture of repose, and blew rings above his head, but Helen saw that one of his big slippers beat an unceasing little tattoo on the carpet. She sat with fixed eyes, in silence, holding Minnie"s hand tightly; and her face was colorless, and grew whiter as the slow hours dragged by.
Every moment Mr. Willetts became more restless, though a.s.suring the ladies he had no anxiety regarding Mr. Harkless; it was only his own dereliction of duty that he regretted; the boys would have the laugh on him, he said. But he visibly chafed more and more under the judge"s stories; and constantly rose to peer out of the window into the wrack and turmoil, or uneasily shifted in his chair. Once or twice he struck his hands together with muttered e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns. At last there was a lull in the fury without, and, as soon as it was perceptible, he declared his intention of making his way into town; he had ought to have went before, he declared, apprehensively; and then, with immediate amendment, of course he would find the editor at work in the "Herald" office; there wasn"t the slightest doubt of that; he agreed with the judge, but he better see about it. He would return early in the morning to bid Miss Sherwood good-by; hoped she"d come back, some day; hoped it wasn"t her last visit to Plattville. They gave him an umbrella and he plunged out into the night, and as they stood watching him for a moment from the door, the old man calling after him cheery good-nights and laughing messages to Harkless, they could hear his feet slosh into the puddles and see him fight with his umbrella when he got out into the road.
Helen"s room was over the porch, the windows facing north, looking out upon the pike and across the fields beyond. "Please don"t light the lamp, Minnie," she said, when they had gone upstairs. "I don"t need a light." Miss Briscoe was flitting about the room, hunting for matches.
In the darkness she came to her friend, and laid a kind, large hand on Helen"s eyes, and the hand became wet. She drew Helen"s head down on her shoulder and sat beside her on the bed.
"Sweetheart, you mustn"t fret," she soothed, in motherly fashion.