Suddenly he paused and listened. Other sounds than those of the night and the running water fell on his ear--sounds deliciously sweet and thrilling, filling all the air, mingling with the rushing of the fall and accenting its flow. From whence did they come--those new sounds? He had never heard them before. Did they drop from the sky--from the stars twinkling brightly down on him--now faint and far as if born in heaven--now near and clear--silvery clear and strong and sweet--penetrating his very soul and making every nerve quiver to their pulsating rhythm? He felt a certain fear of a new kind creep tinglingly through him, holding him cold and still--for the moment breathless. Was she there? Had she died, and was this her spirit trying to speak?
Very quietly he drew nearer to the great rock. Yes, she was there, standing with her back to the silvery gray bole of the holly tree, her face lifted toward the mountain top and her expression rapt and listening--holy and pure--far removed from him as was the star above the peak toward which her gaze was turned. He could not touch her, nor crush her to him as a moment before he had felt he must, but he slowly approached.
She heard his step and then saw him waiting there in the dim light of the starry dusk. For an instant she regarded him in silence, then she essayed to speak, but her lips only trembled over the words voicelessly.
He could not see her emotion, but he felt it, although her stillness made her seem calm. Hungrily he stood and watched her. At last she spoke:--
"Why, Frale, Frale!"
"Hit"s me, Ca.s.s."
"Have--have you been down to the house, Frale?"
"Naw, I jes" come this-a-way from the station."
"Is it--is it safe for you to come here, Frale?"
She stood a short distance from him, speaking so softly, and yet he could not touch her; his hands seemed numb, and his breath came pantingly.
"I reckon hit"s safe here as thar," he said huskily. "An" I"m come to stay, too."
"Then let"s go down to mother. Likely she"s a-bed by now, but she"ll be right glad to see you. She can walk a little now." She hastened to fill the moments with words, anything to divert that fixed gaze and take his thoughts from her. Instinctively she groped thus for time, she who like a deer would flee if flight were possible, even while her heart welled with pity for him. "Come. You can talk with her whilst I get you some supper." She felt his pent-up emotion and secretly feared it, but held herself bravely. "Hoyle will nigh jump out of his skin, he"ll be that glad you come back."
He stood stubbornly where he was, and lifted his hand to grasp her arm, but she glided on just beyond his reach, either not seeing it, or avoiding it, he could not decide which, and still she said, "Come, Frale." He followed stumblingly in her wake, as a man follows an ignis fatuus, unconscious of the roughness of the way or of the steps he was taking--and the flute notes followed them from above--sweetly--mockingly, as it seemed to him. What were they? Why were they? How came Ca.s.sandra there listening? He could stand this mystery no longer--and he cried out to her.
"Ca.s.s, hear. Listen to that."
"Yes, Frale." She spoke wearily, but did not pause.
"Wait, Ca.s.s. What be hit, ye reckon? Hit sure hain"t no fiddle. Thar!
Heark to hit. Whar be hit at?"
"I reckon it"s up yonder at Doctor Thryng"s cabin. He has a little pipe like, that he blows on and it makes music like that."
"An" you clum" up thar to heark to him?" He bounded forward in the darkness and walked close to her. She quivered like a leaf, but held her voice low and steady as she replied.
"No, Frale. I go there evenings when I"m not too tired. I"ve been going there ever since you left to--"
"That doctah, he"s be"n castin" a spell on you, Ca.s.s. I kin see hit--how you walkin" off an" nevah "low me to touch you. Ye hain"t said howd"y to me nor how you glad I come. You like a col" white drift o"
snow blowin" on ahead o" me. You hain"t no human girl like you used to be. I got somethin" to put a spell on him, too, ef he don"t watch out."
He spoke in his mild, low-voiced drawl, but he kept close to her side, and she could hear his breathing, quick and panting. She felt as if a tiger were keeping pace with her, and she knew the sinister meaning beneath his words. She knew that all she could do now was to take him back to his promise and hold him to it.
"There"s no such thing as spell casting, Frale. You know that, and you have my promise and I have yours. Have you forgot? Talking that way seems like you have forgot." She walked on rapidly, taking him nearer and nearer their home, and in her haste she stumbled. In an instant his arm was thrown around her, holding her on her feet.
"Look at you now, like to fall cl"ar headlong, runnin" that-a-way to get shet o" me. "Pears like you mad that I come."
He held her back, and they went slowly, but he did not release her, nor did she struggle futilely against his strength, knowing it wiser to continue calmly leading him on; but she could not reply. The start of her fall and her wildly beating heart rendered her breathless and weak.
"I tell you that thar doctah man, he have put a spell on you. He done drawed you up thar to hear to him. I seed you lookin" like he"d done drawed yuer soul outen yuer body. I have heard o" sech. He"s be"n down to Bishop Towahs", too, whar I be"n workin" at. I seed him watchin" me like he come to spy on me, an" he no sooner gone than I seed that thar Giles Teasley sneakin" "long the fence lookin" over an" searchin" eve"y place like he war a-hungerin" fer a sight o" me." He stopped and swallowed angrily. They had arrived at the trough of running water, and she breathed easier to find herself so near her haven.
"What have you done with your dog, Frale? You reckon he followed you off? I haven"t seen him since you left."
He released her then and, stooping to the water-pipe, drank a long draft, and thrust his head beneath it, allowing the water to drench his thick hair. Then he stood a moment, shaking his curling locks like a spaniel.
"Wait here. I"ll fetch a towel." She hastened within. "Mother, Frale"s come back," she said quietly, not to awaken Hoyle; then returned and tossed him the towel which he caught and rubbed vigorously over his head and face.
"Now you are like yourself again, Frale."
"Yas, I"m here an" I"m myself, I reckon. Who"d ye think I be?" He caught her and kissed her, and, with his arm about her, entered the cabin.
His mood changed with childish ease according to whatever the moments brought him. Ca.s.sandra lighted a candle, for now that the days had grown warm, the fire was allowed to go out unless needed for cooking. His stepmother had roused herself and peered at him from out her dark corner, where little Hoyle lay sleeping soundly in the farther side of her bed. Frale strode across the uneven floor and kissed her also, resoundingly. Astounded, she dropped back on her pillow.
"What ails ye, Frale!" The mountain people are for the most part too reserved to be lavish with their kisses.
"Nothin" ails me. I"m kissin" you fer Ca.s.s"s sake. Me an" her"s goin" to get jined an" set up togethah. I"m come back fer to marry with her, and we"re goin" ovah t"othah side Lone Pine, an" I"m goin" to build a cabin thar. That"s how I"m kissin" you. Will you have anothah, or shall I give hit to Ca.s.s?"
"You hush an" go "long," said the mother, half contemptuously.
"Frale"s making fool talk, mothah. Don"t give heed to him. He"s light-headed, I reckon, and I"m going to get him something to eat right quick."
"I "low he be light-headed. n.o.body"s goin" to git Ca.s.s whilst I"m livin", "thout he"s got more"n a cabin ovah t"othah side Lone Pine.
She"s right well off here, an" here she"ll "bide."
Frale turned darkly on the mother. "I reckon you"d bettah give heed to me mor"n to her," he said, in the low drawl which boded much with him.
Ca.s.sandra, on her knees at the hearth, was arranging sticks of fat pine to light the fire. Her hands shook as she held them. This Frale saw, and his eyes gleamed. He came to her side and, kneeling also, took them from her.
"Hit"s my place to do this fer you now, Ca.s.s. F"om now on--I reckon.
I"ll hang the kittle fer ye, too, an" fetch the water."
The mother stared at them in silence, and Ca.s.sandra, taking up the coffee-pot, rose and went out. When she returned, the fire was crackling merrily, and the great kettle swung over it. Hoyle was up and seated on his half-brother"s knee. Ca.s.sandra"s eyes looked heavy and showed traces of tears.
Frale saw it all, with eyes gleaming blue through narrowly drawn lids.
His lips quivered a little as he talked with Hoyle. He drew out his money for the child to count over gleefully, thus diverting himself with the boy, while he watched Ca.s.sandra furtively. He decided to say no more at present until she should have had time to adjust her mind to the thought he had so daringly announced to her mother. The two cakes little Dorothy had given him he took from his bundle and gave to Hoyle, then carried him back and put him to bed and told him to sleep again.
For all of her promise, Ca.s.sandra had not expected this to come upon her so suddenly, like lightning out of a clear sky, startling her very soul with fear. As Frale ate what she set before him, she went over to the bedside, and sat there holding her mother"s hand and talking in low tones, while Hoyle, with wide eyes, strove to hear.
"Be hit true, what he says, Ca.s.s?"
"Not all, mother. I never told him I would go and live over beyond Lone Pine. I meant always to live right here with you, but I am promised to him. I gave him my word that night he left, to get him to go and save him. Oh, G.o.d! Mother, I didn"t guess it would come so soon. He promised me he would repent his deed and live right."
The mother brightened and drew her daughter down and spoke low in her ear. "Make him keep to his promise first, child. Yuer safe thar. I reckon he"s doin" a heap o" repentin" this-a-way. I ain" goin" "low you throw you"se"f away on no Farwell, ef he be good-lookin", "thout he holds to his word good fer a year. Hit"s jes" the way his paw done me.
He gin me his word "at he"d stop "stillin" an" drinkin", an" he helt to hit fer three months, an" then he come on me this-a-way an" I married him, an" he opened up his still again in three weeks, an" thar he went his own way f"om that day."
Ca.s.sandra rose and went to the door. "I"m going to make you a bed in the loom shed like I made it for the doctor. There is no bed up garret now.
I emptied out all the ticks and thought I"d have them fresh filled against you come back--but I"ve been that busy."
Soon he followed her out. "I reckon I won"t sleep thar whar that doctah have slep". He might put a spell on me, too," he said, standing in the door of the shed and looking in on her. The night was lighter now, for the full moon had glided up over the hills, and she worked by its light streaming through the open door.