good sense. This feud business has got to stop--an" now that you two air shakin" hands, hit all lays betwixt you and little Aaron."
Babe colored and hesitated.
"That"s jus" whut I wanted to say to Jason hyeh. Aaron"s drinkin"
a good deal now. I hears as how he"s a-threatenin" some, but if Jason kind o" keeps outen his way an" they git together when he"s sober, hit"ll be easy."
"Yes," said old Jason, grimly, "but I reckon you Honeycutts had better keep Aaron outen his way a leetle, too."
"I"m a-doin" all I can," said Babe earnestly, and he slouched away.
"Got yo" gun, Jason?"
"No."
"Well, you kin have mine till you git away again. I want all this feud business stopped, but I hain"t goin" to have you shot down like a turkey at Christmas by a fool boy who won"t hardly know whut he"s doin"."
Jason started for the house, but the old man stayed at the stable to give directions to a neighbor who had come to feed his stock.
It sickened the boy to think that he must perhaps be drawn into the feud again, but he would not be foolish enough not to take all precaution against young Aaron. At the yard fence he stopped, seeing Mavis under an apple-tree with one hand clutching a low bough and her tense face lifted to the west. He could see that the hand was clenched tightly, for even the naked forearm was taut as a bowstring. The sun was going down in the little gap, above it already one pale star was swung, and upon it her eyes seemed to be fixed. She heard his step and he knew it, for he saw her face flush, but without looking around she turned into the house. That night she seemed to avoid the chance that he might speak to her alone, and the boy found himself watching her covertly and closely, for he recalled what Gray had said about her. Indeed, some change had taken place that was subtle and extraordinary. He saw his mother deferring to her--leaning on her unconsciously. And old Jason, to the boy"s amazement, was less imperious when she was around, moderated his sweeping judgments, looked to her from under his heavy brows, apparently for approval or to see that at least he gave no offence--deferred to her more than to any man or woman within the boy"s memory. And Jason himself felt the emanation from her of some new power that was beginning to chain his thoughts to her. All that night Mavis was on his mind, and when he woke next morning it was Mavis, Mavis still. She was clear-eyed, calm, reserved when she told him good-by, and once only she smiled. Old Jason had brought out one of his huge pistols, but Mavis took it from his unresisting hands and Jason rode away unarmed. It was just as well, for as his train started, a horse and a wild youth came plunging down the riverbank, splashed across, and with a yell charged up to the station. Through the car window Jason saw that it was little Aaron, flushed of face and with a pistol in his hand, looking for him. A sudden storm of old instincts burst suddenly within him, and had he been armed he would have swung from the train and settled accounts then and there. As it was, he sat still and was borne away shaken with rage from head to foot.
XLIII
Commencement day was over, Jason Hawn had made his last speech in college, and his theme was "Kentucky." In all seriousness and innocence he had lashed the commonwealth for lawlessness from mountain-top to river-brim, and his own hills he had flayed mercilessly. In all seriousness and innocence, when he was packing his bag three hours later in "Heaven," he placed his big pistol on top of his clothes so that when the lid was raised, the b.u.t.t of it would be within an inch of his right hand. On his way home he might meet little Aaron on the train, and he did not propose to be at Aaron"s mercy again.
While the band played, ushers with canes wrapped with red, white, and blue ribbons had carried him up notes of congratulation, and among them was a card from Marjorie and a bouquet from her own garden. John Burnham"s eyes sought his with pride and affection.
The old president, handing him his diploma, said words that covered him with happy confusion and brought a cheer from his fellow-students. When he descended from the platform, Gray grasped his hand, and Marjorie with lips and eyes gave him ingenuous congratulations, as though the things that were between them had never been.
An hour later he drove with John Burnham through soldiers in the streets and past the Gatling-gun out into the country, and was deposited at the mouth of the lane. For the last time he went to the little cottage that had been his mother"s home and walked slowly around garden and barn, taking farewell of everything except memories that he could never lose. Across the fields he went once more to Colonel Pendleton"s, and there he found Gray radiant, for his father was better, and the doctor, who was just leaving, said that he might yet get well. And there was little danger now from the night riders, for the county judge had arranged a system of signals by bonfires through all the country around the town. He had watchers on top of the court-house, soldiers always ready, and motor-cars waiting below to take them to any place of disturbance if a bonfire blazed. So Gray said it was not good-by for them for long, for when his father was well enough he was coming back to the hills. Again the old colonel wished Jason well and patted him on the arm affectionately when they shook hands, and then Jason started for the twin house on the hill across the turnpike to tell Marjorie and her mother good-by.
An hour later Gray found Marjorie seated on a grape-vine bench under honeysuckles in her mother"s old-fashioned garden, among flowers and bees. Jason had just told her good-by. For the last time he had felt the clasp of her hand, had seen the tears in her eyes, and now he was going for the last time through the fragrant fields--his face set finally for the hills.
"Father is better, the county judge has waked up, and there is no more danger from the night riders, and so I am going back to the mountains now myself."
"Jason has just gone."
"I know."
"Back to Mavis?"
"I don"t know."
Marjorie smiled with faint mischief and grew serious.
"I wonder if you have had the same experience, Gray, that I"ve had with Mavis and Jason. There was never a time that I did not feel in both a mysterious something that always baffled me--a barrier that I couldn"t pa.s.s, and knew I never could pa.s.s. I"ve felt it with Mavis, even when we were together in my own room late at night, talking our hearts to each other."
"I know--I"ve felt the same thing in Jason always."
"What is it?"
"I"ve heard John Burnham say it"s a reserve, a reticence that all primitive people have, especially mountaineers; a sort of Indian- like stoicism, but less than the Indian"s because the influences that produce it--isolation, loneliness, companionship with primitive wilds-have been a shorter while at work."
"That"s what attracted me," said Marjorie frankly, "and I couldn"t help always trying to break it down--but I never did. Was--was that what attracted you?" she asked naively.
"I don"t know--but I felt it."
"And did you try to break it down?"
"No; it broke me down."
"Ah!" Marjorie looked very thoughtful for a moment. They were getting perilously near the old theme now, and Gray was getting grim and Marjorie petulant.
And then suddenly:
"Gray, did you ever ask Mavis to marry you?"
Gray reddened furiously and turned his face away.
"Yes," he said firmly. When he looked around again a hostile right shoulder was pointing at him, and over the other shoulder the girl was gazing at--he knew not what.
"Marjorie, you oughtn"t to have asked me that. I can"t explain very well. I--" He stumbled and
He stopped, for the girl had turned astonished eyes upon him.
"Explain what?" she asked with demure wonder. "It"s all right. I came near asking Jason to marry me."
"Marjorie!" exploded Gray.
"Well!"
A negro boy burst down the path, panting:
"Miss Marjorie, yo" mother says you an" Mr. Gray got to come right away."
Both sprang to their feet, Gray white and Marjorie"s mischievous face all quick remorse and tenderness. Together they went swiftly up the walk and out to the stile where Gray"s horse and buggy were hitched, and without a word Marjorie, bareheaded as she was, climbed into the buggy and they silently sped through the fields.
Mrs. Pendleton met them at the door, her face white and her hands clenched tightly in front of her. Speechless with distress, she motioned them toward the door of the sick-room, and when the old colonel saw them coming together, his tired eyes showed such a leap of happiness that Gray, knowing that he misunderstood, had not the heart to undeceive him, and he looked helplessly to Marjorie. But that extraordinary young woman"s own eyes answered the glad light in the colonel"s, and taking bewildered Gray by the hand she dropped with him on one knee by the bedside.
"Yes, Uncle Bob," Gray heard her say tenderly, "Gray"s not going back to the mountains. He"s going to stay here with us, for you and I need him."
The old man laid a hand on the bright head of each, his eyes lighting with the happiness of his life"s wish fulfilled, and chokingly he murmured:
"My children--Gray--Marjorie." And then his eyes rose above them to the woman who had glided in.
"Mary--look here."
She nodded, smiling tenderly, and Gray felt Marjorie rising to her feet.