The surgeon did not answer the question at once.
"Did you make her happy?" the old man demanded again, and his voice trembled this time with such intensity that his companion looked at him wonderingly. And in those dark eyes of the Master"s he read something that made him shrink away. Then for the third time the old man demanded sternly:
"Tell me--did you make her happy?"
It was the voice of one who had a right to know, and the surgeon whispered back slowly:
"Happy? No, my G.o.d! Perhaps at first, in the struggle, a little. But afterward there was too much--too many things. It went, the inspiration and the love. I broke her heart--she left me! That--that is _my_ Reason!"
"It _is_ the Reason! For you took all, all--you let her give all, and you gave her--what?"
"Nothing--she died."
"I know--she died."
The Master had risen, and with folded arms faced his guest, a pitying look in his eyes. The surgeon covered his face with his hands, and after a long time said:
"So you knew this?"
"Yes, I knew!"
"And knowing you let me come here. You took me into your house, you healed me, you gave me back my life!"
And the Master replied with a firm voice:
"I knew, and I gave you back your life." In a little while he explained more softly: "You and I are no longer young men who feel hotly and settle such a matter with hate. We cannot quarrel now for the possession of a woman.... She chose: remember that!... It was twenty-six years this September. We have lived our lives, you and I; we have lived out our lives, the good and the evil. Why should we now for the second time add pa.s.sion to sorrow?"
"And yet knowing all you took me in!"
"Yes!" the old man cried almost proudly. "And I have made you again what you once were.... What _she_ loved as you," he added to himself, "a man full of Power."
Then they were speechless in face of the fact: the one had taken all and the sweet love turned to acid in his heart, and the other had lost and the bitter turned to sweet! When a long time had pa.s.sed the surgeon spoke timidly:
"It might have been so different for her with you! You loved her--more."
There was the light of a compa.s.sionate smile on the Master"s lips as he replied:
"Yes, I loved her, too."
"And it changed things--for you!"
"It changed things. There might have been my St. Jerome"s--my fame also.
Instead, I came here with my boys. And here I shall die, please G.o.d."
The old Master then became silent, his face set in a dream of life, as it was, as it would have been; while the great surgeon of St. Jerome"s thought such thoughts as had never pa.s.sed before into his mind. The night wind had died at this late hour, and in its place there was a coldness of the turning season. The stars shone near the earth and all was silent with the peace of mysteries. The Master looked at the man beside him and said calmly:
"It is well as it is--all well!"
At last the surgeon rose and stood before the Master.
"I have learned the Secret," he said, "and now it is time for me to go."
He went up to the house through the little court and disappeared within the Inn, while the Master sat by the pool, his face graven like the face of an old man, who has seen the circle of life and understands.... The next morning there was much talk about Dr. Norton"s disappearance, until some one explained that the surgeon had been suddenly called back to the city.
The news spread through the Brotherhood one winter that the old Inn had been burned to the ground, a bitter December night when all the water-taps were frozen. And the Master, who had grown deaf of late, had been caught in his remote chamber, and burned or rather suffocated.
There were few men in the Inn at the time, it being the holiday season, and when they had fought their way to the old man"s room, they found him lying on the lounge by the window, the lids fallen over the dark eyes and his face placid with sleep or contemplation.... They sought in vain for the reason of the fire--but why search for causes?
All those beautiful hills that we loved to watch as the evening haze gathered, the Master left in trust for the people of the State--many acres of waving forests. And the School continued in its old place, the Brothers looking after its wants and supplying it with means to continue its work. But the Inn was never rebuilt. The blackened ruins of buildings were removed and the garden in the court extended so that it covered the whole s.p.a.ce where the Inn had stood. This was enclosed with a thick plantation of firs on all sides but that one which looked westward across the Intervale. The spot can be seen for miles around on the Albany hill side.
And when it was ready--all fragrant and radiant with flowers--they placed the Master there beside the pool, where he had loved to sit, surrounded by men. On the sunken slab his t.i.tle was engraved--
THE MASTER OF THE INN