"I have made one ... a d.a.m.nable one."
"Why, what do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing. I didn"t mean to say that... . Helen, do you know it is awfully good of you to take all this interest in me--in my work, I mean.
Why do you do it?"
"Why?"
"Yes, why?"
"Why, because--Why shouldn"t I? Haven"t we always talked about your writings together, almost since we first knew each other? Aren"t we old friends?"
There it was again--friends. It was like a splash of cold water in the face, at once awakening and chilling. Albert walked on in silence for a few moments and then began speaking of some trivial subject entirely disconnected with himself or his work or her. When they reached the parsonage door he said good night at once and strode off toward home.
Back in his room, however, he gave himself another mental picking to pieces. He was realizing most distinctly that this sort of thing would not do. It was easy to say that his att.i.tude toward Helen Kendall was to be that of a friend and nothing more, but it was growing harder and harder to maintain that att.i.tude. He had come within a breath that very night of saying what was in his heart.
Well, if he had said it, if he did say it--what then? After all, was there any real reason why he should not say it? It was true that he had loved, or fancied that he loved, Madeline, that he had been betrothed to her--but again, what of it? Broken engagements were common enough, and there was nothing disgraceful in this one. Why not go to Helen and tell her that his fancied love for Madeline had been the d.a.m.nable mistake he had confessed making. Why not tell her that since the moment when he saw her standing in the doorway of the parsonage on the morning following his return from New York he had known that she was the only woman in the world for him, that it was her image he had seen in his dreams, in the delirium of fever, that it was she, and not that other, who--
But there, all this was foolishness, and he knew it. He did not dare say it. Not for one instant had she, by speech or look or action, given him the slightest encouragement to think her feeling for him was anything but friendship. And that friendship was far too precious to risk. He must not risk it. He must keep still, he must hide his thoughts, she must never guess. Some day, perhaps, after a year or two, after his position in his profession was more a.s.sured, then he might speak. But even then there would be that risk. And the idea of waiting was not pleasant. What had Rachel told him concerning the hosts of doctors and officers and generals who had been "shining up" to her. Some risk there, also.
Well, never mind. He would try to keep on as he had been going for the present. He would try not to see her as frequently. If the strain became unbearable he might go away somewhere--for a time.
He did not go away, but he made it a point not to see her as frequently.
However, they met often even as it was. And he was conscious always that the ice beneath his feet was very, very thin.
One wonderful August evening he was in his room upstairs. He was not writing. He had come up there early because he wished to think, to consider. A proposition had been made to him that afternoon, a surprising proposition--to him it had come as a complete surprise--and before mentioning it even to his grandparents he wished to think it over very carefully.
About ten o"clock his grandfather called to him from the foot of the stairs and asked him to come down.
"Mr. Kendall"s on the phone," said Captain Zelotes. "He"s worried about Helen. She"s up to West Harniss sittin" up along of Lurany Howes, who"s been sick so long. She ain"t come home, and the old gentleman"s frettin"
about her walkin" down from there alone so late. I told him I cal"lated you"d just as soon harness Jess and drive up and get her. You talk with him yourself, Al."
Albert did and, after a.s.suring the nervous clergyman that he would see that his daughter reached home safely, put on his hat and went out to the barn. Jessamine was asleep in her stall. As he was about to lead her out he suddenly remembered that one of the traces had broken that morning and Captain Zelotes had left it at the harness-maker"s to be mended. It was there yet. The captain had forgotten the fact, and so had he. That settled the idea of using Jessamine and the buggy. Never mind, it was a beautiful night and the walk was but little over a mile.
When he reached the tiny story-and-a-half Howes cottage, sitting back from the road upon the knoll amid the tangle of silverleaf sprouts, it was Helen herself who opened the door. She was surprised to see him, and when he explained his errand she was a little vexed.
"The idea of Father"s worrying," she said. "Such a wonderful night as this, bright moonlight, and in South Harniss, too. Nothing ever happens to people in South Harniss. I will be ready in a minute or two. Mrs.
Howes" niece is here now and will stay with her until to-morrow. Then her sister is coming to stay a month. As soon as I get her medicine ready we can go."
The door of the tiny bedroom adjoining the sitting room was open, and Albert, sitting upon the lounge with the faded likeness of a pink dog printed on the plush cover, could hear the querulous voice of the invalid within. The widow Howes was deaf and, as Laban Keeler described it, "always hollered loud enough to make herself hear" when she spoke.
Helen was moving quietly about the sick room and speaking in a low tone.
Albert could not hear what she said, but he could hear Lurania.
"You"re a wonder, that"s what you be," declared the latter, "and I told your pa so last time he was here. "She"s a saint," says I, "if ever there was one on this earth. She"s the nicest, smartest, best-lookin"
girl in THIS town and ..." eh?"
There had been a murmur, presumably of remonstrance, from Helen.
"Eh?"
Another murmur.
"EH? WHO"D you say was there?"
A third murmur.
"WHO? ... Oh, that Speranzy one? Lote Snow"s grandson? The one they used to call the Portygee? ... Eh? Well, all right, I don"t care if he did hear me. If he don"t know you"re nice and smart and good-lookin", it"s high time he did."
Helen, a trifle embarra.s.sed but laughing, emerged a moment later, and when she had put on her hat she and Albert left the Howes cottage and began their walk home. It was one of those nights such as Cape Codders, year-rounders or visitors, experience three or four times during a summer and boast of the remainder of the year. A sky clear, deep, stretched cloudless from horizon to horizon. Every light at sea or on sh.o.r.e, in cottage window or at masthead or in lighthouse or on lightship a twinkling diamond point. A moon, apparently as big as a barrel-head, hung up in the east and below it a carpet of cold fire, of dancing, spangled silver spread upon the ocean. The sound of the surf, distant, soothing; and for the rest quiet and the fragrance of the summer woods and fields.
They walked rather fast at first and the conversation was brisk, but as the night began to work its spell upon them their progress was slower and there were intervals of silence of which neither was aware. They came to the little hill where the narrow road from West Harniss comes to join the broader highway leading to the Center. There were trees here, a pine grove, on the landward side, and toward the sea nothing to break the glorious view.
Helen caught her breath. "Oh, it is beautiful, beautiful!" she said.
Albert did not answer. "Why don"t you talk?" she asked. "What are you thinking about?"
He did not tell her what he was thinking about. Instead, having caught himself just in time, he began telling her of what he had been thinking when his grandfather called him to the telephone.
"Helen," he said, "I want to ask your advice. I had an astonishing proposal made to me this afternoon. I must make a decision, I must say yes or no, and I"m not sure which to say."
She looked up at him inquiringly.
"This afternoon," he went on, "Doctor Parker called me into his office.
There was a group of men there, prominent men in politics from about the country; Judge Baxter from Ostable was there, and Captain Warren from South Denboro, and others like them. What do you suppose they want me to do?"
"I can"t imagine."
"They offer me the party nomination for Congress from this section. That is, of course, they want me to permit my name to stand and they seem sure my nomination will be confirmed by the voters. The nomination, they say, is equivalent to election. They seem certain of it... . And they were insistent that I accept."
"Oh--oh, Albert!"
"Yes. They said a good many flattering things, things I should like to believe. They said my war record and my writing and all that had made me a prominent man in the county--Please don"t think I take any stock in that--"
"But _I_ do. Go on."
"Well, that is all. They seemed confident that I would make a good congressman. I am not so sure. Of course the thing ... well, it does tempt me, I confess. I could keep on with my writing, of course. I should have to leave the home people for a part of the year, but I could be with them or near them the rest. And ... well, Helen, I--I think I should like the job. Just now, when America needs Americans and the thing that isn"t American must be fought, I should like--if I were sure I was capable of it--"
"Oh, but you are--you ARE."
"Do you really think so? Would you like to have me try?"
He felt her arm tremble upon his. She drew a long breath.
"Oh, I should be so PROUD!" she breathed.
There was a quiver in her voice, almost a sob. He bent toward her. She was looking off toward the sea, the moonlight upon her face was like a glory, her eyes were shining--and there were tears in them. His heart throbbed wildly.
"Helen!" he cried. "Helen!"