"I hearn Tobe shoot," faltered Eugenia. "I seen blood on the leaves."
"Laws-a-ma.s.sy!" exclaimed the old woman, irritably. "I be fairly feared ter bide hyar; "twouldn"t s"prise me none ef they kem hyar an" hauled Tobe out an" lynched him an" sech, an" who knows who mought git hurt in the scrimmage?"
They both fell silent as the ranger strode in. They would need a braver heart than either bore to reveal to him the suspicions of horse-stealing sown broadcast over the mountain. Eugenia felt that this in itself was coercive evidence of his innocence. Who dared so much as say a word to his face?
The weight of the secret a.s.serted itself, however. As she went about her accustomed tasks, all bereft of their wonted interest, vapid and burdensome, she carried so woe-begone a face that it caught his attention, and he demanded, angrily, "What ails ye ter look so durned peaked?"
This did not abide long in his memory, however, and it cost her a pang to see him so unconscious.
She went out upon the porch late that afternoon to judge of the weather.
Snow was falling again. The distant summits had disappeared. The mountains near at hand loomed through the myriads of serried white flakes. A crow flew across the Cove in its midst. It heavily thatched the cabin, and tufts dislodged by the opening of the door fell down upon her hair. Drifts lay about the porch. Each rail of the fence was laden.
The ground, the rocks, were deeply covered. She reflected with satisfaction that the red splotch of blood on the dead leaves was no longer visible. Then a sudden idea struck her that took her breath away.
She came in, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright, with an excited dubitation.
Her husband commented on the change. "Ye air a powerful cur"ous critter, "Genie," he said: "a while ago ye looked some fower or five hundred year old--now ye favors yerself when I fust kem a-courtin" round the settlemint."
She hardly knew whether the dull stir in her heart were pleasure or pain. Her eyes filled with tears, and the irradiated iris shone through them with a liquid l.u.s.tre. She could not speak.
Her mother took ephemeral advantage of his softening mood. "Ye useter be mighty perlite and saaft-spoken in them days, Tobe," she ventured.
"I hed ter be," he admitted, frankly, ""kase thar war sech a many o"
them mealy-mouthed cusses a-waitin" on "Genie. The kentry "peared ter me ter bristle with Luke Todd; he "minded me o" brumsaidge--_everywhar_ ye seen his yaller head, ez homely an" ez onwelcome."
"I never wunst gin Luke a thought arter ye tuk ter comin" round the settlemint," Eugenia said, softly.
"I wisht I hed knowed that then," he replied; "else I wouldn"t hev been so all-fired oneasy an" beset. I wasted mo" time a-studyin" "bout ye an"
Luke Todd "n ye war both wuth, an" went "thout my vittles an" sot up o"
nights. Ef I hed spent that time a-moanin" fur my sins an" settin" my soul at peace, I"d be "quirin" roun" the throne o" Grace now! Young folks air powerful fursaken fools."
Somehow her heart was warmer for this allusion. She was more hopeful.
Her resolve grew stronger and stronger as she sat and knitted, and looked at the fire and saw among the coals all her old life at the settlement newly aglow. She was remembering now that Luke Todd had been as wax in her hands. She recalled that when she was married there was a gleeful "sayin"" going the rounds of the mountain that he had taken to the woods with grief, and he was heard of no more for weeks. The gossips relished his despair as the corollary of the happy bridal. He had had no reproaches for her. He had only looked the other way when they met, and she had not spoken to him since.
"He set store by my word in them days," she said to herself, her lips vaguely moving. "I mis...o...b..s ef he hev furgot."
All through the long hours of the winter night she silently canva.s.sed her plan. The house was still noiseless and dark when she softly opened the door and softly closed it behind her.
It had ceased to snow, and the sky had cleared. The trees, all the limbs whitened, were outlined distinctly upon it, and through the boughs overhead a brilliant star, aloof and splendid, looked coldly down. Along dark s.p.a.ces Orion had drawn his glittering blade. Above the snowy mountains a melancholy waning moon was swinging. The valley was full of mist, white and shining where the light fell upon it, a vaporous purple where the shadows held sway. So still it was! the only motion in all the world the throbbing stars and her palpitating heart. So solemnly silent!
It was a relief, as she trudged on and on, to note a gradual change; to watch the sky withdraw, seeming fainter; to see the moon grow filmy, like some figment of the frost; to mark the gray mist steal on apace, wrap mountain, valley, and heaven with mystic folds, shut out all vision of things familiar. Through it only the sense of dawn could creep.
She recognized the locality; her breath was short; her step quickened.
She appeared, like an apparition out of the mists, close to a fence, and peered through the snow-laden rails. A sudden pang pierced her heart.
For there, within the enclosure, milking the cow, she saw, all blooming in the snow--herself; the azalea-like girl she had been!
She had not known how dear to her was that bright young ident.i.ty she remembered. She had not realized how far it had gone from her. She felt a forlorn changeling looking upon her own estranged estate.
A faint cry escaped her.
The cow, with lifted head and a muttered low of surprise, moved out of reach of the milker, who, half kneeling upon the ground, stared with wide blue eyes at her ghost in the mist.
There was a pause. It was only a moment before Eugenia spoke; it seemed years, so charged it was with retrospect.
"I kem over hyar ter hev a word with ye," she said.
At the sound of a human voice Luke Todd"s wife struggled to her feet.
She held the piggin with one arm encircled about it, and with the other hand she clutched the plaid shawl around her throat. Her bright hair was tossed by the rising wind.
"I "lowed I"d find ye hyar a-milkin" "bout now."
The homely allusion rea.s.sured the younger woman.
"I hev ter begin toler"ble early," she said. "Spot gins "bout a gallon a milkin" now."
Spot"s calf, which subsisted on what was left over, seemed to find it cruel that delay should be added to his hardships, and he lifted up his voice in a plaintive remonstrance. This reminded Mrs. Todd of his existence; she turned and let down the bars that served to exclude him.
The stranger was staring at her very hard. Somehow she quailed under that look. Though it was fixed upon her in unvarying intensity, it had a strange impersonality. This woman was not seeing her, despite that wide, wistful, yearning gaze; she was thinking of something else, seeing some one else.
And suddenly Luke Todd"s wife began to stare at the visitor very hard, and to think of something that was not before her.
"I be the ranger"s wife," said Eugenia. "I kem over hyar ter tell ye he never tuk yer black mare nowise but honest, bein" the ranger."
She found it difficult to say more. Under that speculative, unseeing look she too faltered.
"They tell me ez Luke Todd air powerful outed "bout"n it. An" I "lowed ef he knowed from me ez "twar tuk fair, he"d b"lieve me."
She hesitated. Her courage was flagging; her hope had fled. The eyes of the man"s wife burned upon her face.
"We-uns useter be toler"ble well "quainted "fore he ever seen ye, an" I "lowed he"d b"lieve my word," Eugenia continued.
Another silence. The sun was rising; long liquescent lines of light of purest amber-color were streaming through the snowy woods; the shadows of the fence rails alternated with bars of dazzling glister; elusive prismatic gleams of rose and lilac and blue shimmered on every slope--thus the winter flowered. Tiny snow-birds were hopping about; a great dog came down from the little snow-thatched cabin, and was stretching himself elastically and yawning most portentously.
"An" I "lowed I"d see ye an" git you-uns ter tell him that word from me, an" then he"d b"lieve it," said Eugenia.
The younger woman nodded mechanically, still gazing at her.
And was this her mission! Somehow it had lost its urgency. Where was its potency, her enthusiasm? Eugenia realized that her feet were wet, her skirts draggled; that she was chilled to the bone and trembling violently. She looked about her doubtfully. Then her eyes came back to the face of the woman before her.
"Ye"ll tell him, I s"pose?"
Once more Luke Todd"s wife nodded mechanically, still staring.
There was nothing further to be said. A vacant interval ensued. Then, "I "lowed I"d tell ye," Eugenia reiterated, vaguely, and turned away, vanishing with the vanishing mists.
Luke Todd"s wife stood gazing at the fence through which the apparition had peered. She could see yet her own face there, grown old and worn.
The dog wagged his tail and pressed against her, looking up and claiming her notice. Once more he stretched himself elastically and yawned widely, with shrill variations of tone. The calf was frisking about in awkward bovine elation, and now and then the cow affectionately licked its coat with the air of making its toilet. An a.s.sertive chanticleer was proclaiming the dawn within the hen-house, whence came too an impatient clamor, for the door, which served to exclude any marauding fox, was still closed upon the imprisoned poultry. Still she looked steadily at the fence where the ranger"s wife had stood.