"But you must not let me disturb you for the tiniest second. Please go on with your drawing," said the stranger, pausing irresolutely. She was waiting for an invitation from the vivid creature at Jud"s side.
"He has it nearly finished," said Justine, almost unconsciously. The new arrival was charmed more than ever by the soft, timid voice.
"Won"t you let me see the picture, too?" she asked eagerly. "Let me be the critic. I"ll promise not to be harsh." But Jud, suddenly diffident, put the picture behind him and shook his head with an embarra.s.sed smile.
"Oh, it"s no good," he said. "I don"t know anything about drawing and----"
"Let me judge as to that," persisted Gray Gown, more eager than before, now that she had found opposition. "I am sure it must be good. Your modesty is the best recommendation." She held forth her small gloved hand appealingly. Justine looked upon that hand in admiration. It was so unlike her own strong brown hand.
"It isn"t quite finished," objected Jud, pleased and almost at ease.
She was charmingly fair and unconventional.
"This is the first time he ever tried to get the Falls," apologized Justine, and her smile bewitched the would-be critic. She was charmed with these healthy, comely strangers, found so unexpectedly in the wilds. They were not like the rustics she had seen or read about.
"Then I"ll watch him finish it," she said decisively. "Will it take a very long while?"
"Just a few more lines," said Jud. "But I can"t work with any one looking on."
"Wasn"t this young lady looking on?"
"Oh, but I am different," cried Justine.
"I know," said the other delightedly, "you are--are sweethearts. Of course, that does make a difference. Now, aren"t you sweethearts?"
The two flushed unreasonably and exchanged glances.
"I guess it"s not hard to guess that," said Jud lamely. "You probably saw us before we saw you."
"Show her the picture," murmured Justine, dimly conscious that she and Jud had seemed amusing to a stranger. Jud reluctantly held up the sketching board. The stranger uttered a little cry of amazement.
"Why!" she cried, looking from the picture to the Falls up the glen, "this is clever!" Then a quizzical expression came into her eyes and she looked from one to the other with growing uncertainty. "Pardon me, I thought you were--I mean, I thought you lived near here. You must overlook my very strange behavior. But you will admit that you are dressed like country people, and you are tanned, and----" Here she checked herself in evident confusion.
"And we are country people," said Jud blankly. The young lady looked bewildered.
"Are you in earnest?" she demanded doubtingly. "Are you not out here from the city?"
"We have lived all our lives within five miles of this spot," said Jud, flushing.
"And I have never seen a big city," added Justine, first to divine the cause of the stranger"s mistake. The critic thought herself to be in the presence of a genius from some city studio. It was a pretty and unfeigned compliment to Jud"s picture.
"I cannot believe it," she cried. "You may live here, sir, but you have studied drawing. I have never seen a more perfect sketch."
"I have never taken an hour"s instruction in my life," said Jud, his voice trembling with joy.
"Oh, now I know you have been trifling with me," she cried, flushing slightly.
"It is the truth, isn"t it, Justine? I thought anybody could see that I know nothing about drawing. I only wish I could go to an art school."
"You really are in earnest?" the stranger asked, looking from one to the other. "Then you must tell me all about yourself. A man with your talent should not be lost in these wilds. You have a wonderful gift.
Truly, I can hardly believe even now that you are not deceiving me."
The two glanced at each other rather helplessly, not knowing how to reply.
"You haven"t looked at the Falls," stammered Jud, at last. The girl in gray laughed and her eyes went to Justine"s rich, warm face as if expecting her to join in the merriment at his expense. Justine, however, was too deep in admiration to think of smiling. Caught by the gaze of the stranger, she was at last forced to smile vaguely.
"I haven"t time for the Falls," said the stranger. "I am interested only in you. You are worth cultivating. Dear me, if I had you in Chicago, I"d make a lion of you. How long have you been hiding this talent out here in the woods?"
Then Jud proceeded to tell her in a disjointed, self-conscious manner how he had been drawing ever since he was a child; how his mother had a.s.sisted him; how Justine had encouraged him; how much he longed to be an artist. At the end of his brief biography, the listener abruptly asked:
"Will you sell me this picture?"
"I--I--If you"d really like to have it, I--I--will give it to you. I could not ask you anything for it. It"s not worth a price. Besides, you"ve been so kind to me. Won"t you accept it as a gift?" he answered, beginning awkwardly, but ending eagerly. Justine"s eyes were pleading with the young lady to take it.
"But you must let me pay you for it. You don"t know me, nor I you; you are under no obligation to me. And I would rather pay you for it. You see, it may be your start in life."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "YOU MUST LET ME PAY YOU FOR IT."]
"It"s not worth anything," objected Jud.
"I know what it is worth. Fifty dollars is cheap."
Before she had finished speaking she was counting the money from her purse. Thrusting five bills into Jud"s hand, she s.n.a.t.c.hed up the picture and said:
"It"s a bargain, isn"t it? You can"t take back the picture because you have accepted payment."
"Good heaven!--I mean, I can"t take all of this!"
"But you can and shall," she cried delightedly. "It is not enough, I"m sure, but it is all I have with me. Some day, when you are famous, I shall have a valuable picture. Now I must be going. My mother and brother are probably in convulsions. See them? Don"t they look angry?
Our train had to wait three hours over at the other side of the woods until they could repair the engine. We had a breakdown."
"I wish you wouldn"t force me to----" Jud began.
"Don"t object, now!" she cried. "I am the gainer. Save that money to give to your sweetheart on your wedding day. That"s a very pretty idea, isn"t it? I know she will approve." And here she came to Justine and kissed her. "I know I should like you very much," she said honestly. Justine felt a queer sensation in her throat and her heart went out more than ever to the girl in gray.
"Remember, it is to be your wedding present when the sweet day comes."
Jud and Justine glanced sheepishly at one another, but before either had found words to tell her they were already married, she was hastening away.
"Oh, by the way," she cried, turning back, "what is your name?"
"Dudley Sherrod."
"It would be well for me to know it when you are famous. Good-bye!"
she called cheerfully.
Jud hesitated an instant.
"Won"t you tell me your name?" he cried. Justine clasped his arm in mute astonishment.
The receding girl turned, smiled, and held up her card, hastily withdrawn from its case. It fluttered to the gra.s.s, and she was gone.