"Oh, absolutely!" Julia laughed a little sadly. "I was like an animal that goes out and eats a weed: I had a wild instinct that if I rushed into my grandmother"s house, and bullied everybody there, and simply shrieked and stamped on the dirt and laziness and complaining, on the whole wretched system that I grew up under, in short, that it would be a heavenly relief! My dear Richie," and Julia laughed again, and more naturally, "I wonder they didn"t tar and feather me, and throw me out of the house! I scoured and burned and scolded and bossed them all like a madwoman. I told them that we had enough money to keep the house decently, and always had had, but, my dear! I never dreamed the whole crowd would fall in line so soon!"
"But, my Lord, Julie, what else could they do? You were paying all the expenses, I suppose?"
"No, indeed I wasn"t! Chester has a pretty fair salary now, and my aunt"s boys are awfully good about helping out. And then Muriel has a position, and Evelyn is in a fair way to be a rich woman. Besides, the mere question of where money is coming from never worried my people!
They managed as well with almost nothing at all, as with a really adequate amount--which is to say that they don"t know in the least what the word manage means! Jim left me an immense sum, Rich, but I"ve never touched anything but the interest. When we shingled or carpeted or gardened out there, we paid for it by degrees, and it cost, I must admit, only about one third of what it would have been on the other side of town. I look back now at those first months, more than four years ago," went on Julia, smiling as she leaned forward in her low chair, her hands locked about her knees, her thoughtful eyes on the flickering logs, "and I wonder we didn"t all rise up in the night and kill each other. I was like a person with a death wound, struggling madly through the little time left me, absolutely indifferent to what any one thought.
I simply wanted to die fighting, to register one furious protest against all the things I"d hated, and suffered, too! I remember reporters coming, at first, wild with curiosity to know what took Doctor Studdiford abroad, and why Mrs. Studdiford was living in a labourer"s house in the Mission. What impression they got I haven"t the faintest idea. Once or twice women called, just curious of course, Mrs. Hunter and Miss Saunders--but that soon stopped. I was better hidden on Shotwell Street than I would have been in the heart of India! Miss Saunders came in, and met Mama and Grandma; we were having the kitchen calcimined, the place was pretty well upset, I remember. Dear me, how little what they thought or did or said seemed to count, when my whole life was one blazing, agonizing cry for Jim!"
"That got better?" Richard asked huskily, after a pause.
"Rich, I think the past two, well, three years, have been the happiest in my life," Julia said soberly. "My feet have been on solid ground. I not only seem to understand my life better as it is, but all the past seems clearer, too. I thought Jim was like myself, Richie, but he wasn"t; his whole viewpoint was different; perhaps that"s why we loved each other so!"
"And suppose he comes back?" Richard asked.
Julia frowned thoughtfully.
"Oh, Richie, how do I know! It"s all so mixed up. Everybody, even Aunt Sanna, thinks that he will! Everybody thinks I am a patient, much-enduring wife, waiting for the end of an inexplicable situation.
Aunt Sanna thinks it"s temporary aberration. Your father thinks there"s another woman in it. Your mother confided to Aunt Sanna that it is her opinion that Bab refused Jim, and Jim married from pique."
"That sounds like Mother!" Richie said with a dry laugh.
"Doesn"t it?" Julia smiled. "But the truth is," she added, "Jim has no preconcerted plan. He"s made a very close man friend or two in Germany, belongs to a doctors" club. I know him so well! He lets the days, and the weeks, and the years go by, forgetting me and everything that concerns me as much as he can, and getting into a slow, dull rage whenever he remembers that fate hit him, of all men in the world, such a blow!"
"And the baby?" said Richie. "Don"t you suppose she counts? Oh, Lord, to have a kid of one"s own," he added slowly, with the half-smiling sigh Julia knew so well.
"I imagine she would count if he had seen her lately," Julia suggested.
"But she was such a tiny sc.r.a.p! And Jim, as men go, isn"t a lover of children."
"You wouldn"t divorce him, Julie?" Richard asked, after a silence.
"Oh, never!" she answered quickly. "No, I won"t do that." She smiled.
"Yet, Rich," she added presently, "it"s a strange thing to me that really my one dread is that he will come back. I _think_ he means nothing to me, yet, if I saw him--I don"t know! Sometimes I worry for fear that he might want Anna, and of course I wouldn"t give her up if it meant a dozen divorces."
Richard sat staring into the fire for a few moments; then he roused himself to ask smilingly:
"How"d we get started on this little heart to heart, anyway?"
"Well, I don"t know," Julia said, smiling, too. "I couldn"t talk of it for a long while. I can"t now, to any one but you. But it all means less to me than it did. Jim never could hurt me now as he did then." She straightened up in her chair. "It"s been a wonderful talk!" she said, with shining eyes. "And you"re a friend in a million, Richie, dear! And now," very practically, "where are you going to sleep, my dear? Aunt Sanna has your room."
"This couch out here is made up!" Richard said, with a backward jerk of his head toward the room behind him.
"Ah, then you"re all right!" Julia rose, and stopped behind his chair for a moment, to lay a light kiss on his hair. "Good-night, Little Brother!" she said affectionately.
Instantly one of the bony hands shot out, and Julia felt her wrist caught as in a vise. Richard swiftly twisted about and got on his own feet, and for a minute their eyes glittered not many inches apart. Julia tried to laugh, but she was breathing fast.
"_Richard_!" she said in a sharp whisper. "What is it?"
"Julia!" he choked, breathing hard.
For a long moment they remained motionless, staring at each other. Then Richard"s grip on her wrists relaxed, and he sank into his deep chair, dropped his elbows on his knees, and put his hands over his face. Julia stood watching him for a second.
"Good-night, Richie!" she said then, almost inaudibly.
"Good-night!" he whispered through his shut fingers. Julia slipped softly away, closing the door of her bedroom noiselessly behind her.
Anna was asleep in the upper bed, lying flat on her back, with her lovely hair falling loosely about her flushed little face. The little cabin bedroom was as sweet as the surrounding woodland, wide-open windows admitted the fragrant coolness of the spring night. There was no moon, but the sky that arched high above the little valley was thickly spattered with stars. Richie"s cat, a shadow among paler shadows, leaped swiftly over the new gra.s.s. Julia got the milky odour of b.u.t.tercups, the breath of the little Persian lilac that flanked one end of the porch.
Her heart was beating thickly and excitedly, she did not want to think why. Through her brain swept a confusion of thoughts, thoughts disconnected and chaotic. She tried to remember just what words on her part--on Richard"s--had led to that strange mad moment of revelation, but the memory of the moment itself overleaped all those preceding it.
Julia knelt, her elbows on the window sill, and felt merely that she never wanted to move again. She wanted just to kneel here, hugging to her heart the thrilling emotion of the moment, realizing afresh that life was not dead in her; youth and love were not dead in her; she could still tremble and laugh and cry in the exquisite joy of being beloved.
And it was Richie, so weak in body, so powerful in spirit; so humble in little things, so bold and sure in the things that are great; not rich in money, but rich in wisdom and goodness; Richie, who knew all her pitiful history now, and had long suspected it, who loved her! Julia knew even now that it was an ill-fated love; she knew that deep under this first strangely thrilling current of pride and joy ran the cold waters of renunciation. But cool reason had little to do with this mood; she was as mad as any girl whose senses are suddenly, blindly, set free by a lover"s first kiss.
After a while she began mechanically to undress, brushed her hair, moved about softly in the uncertain candlelight. And as she did so she became more and more unable to resist the temptation to say "Good-night" to Richie again. Neither brain nor heart was deeply involved in this desire, but some influence, stronger than either, urged her irresistibly toward its fulfilment.
She would not do it, of course! Not that there was harm in it; what possible harm could there be in her putting her head into the sitting-room and simply saying "Good-night?" Still, she would not do it.
A glance at herself in the dimly lighted mirror set her pulses to leaping again. Surely candlelight had never fallen on a more exquisite face, framed in so shining and soft an aureole of bright hair. The long loose braid fell over her shoulder, a fine ruffle of thin linen lay at the round firm base of her throat. She was still young--still beautiful--
Anna stirred, sighed in her sleep. And instantly Julia had extinguished the candle, and was bending tenderly over the child.
"It"s only Mother, Sweet! Are you warm enough, dear? You _feel_ beautifully warm! Let Mother turn you over--so!"
"Is it morning, Mother?" murmured Anna.
"No, my heart! Mother"s just going to bed." And ten minutes later Julia was asleep, her face as serene as the child"s own.
The morning brought her only a shamed memory of the night before and its moods, and as Richie was quite his natural self, Julia determined to dismiss the matter as a pa.s.sing moment of misinterpreted sentiment on both their parts. To-day was a Sunday, so perfect that they had breakfast on the porch, and in the afternoon took a long climb on the mountainside, across patches of blossoming manzanita, and through meadows sweet with the liquid note of rising larks. They came back in the twilight: Anna limp and drowsy on Richard"s shoulders, Miss Toland admitting to fatigue, but all three ready to agree with Julia"s estimate that it had been a wonderful Sunday.
But night brought to two of them that new and strange self-consciousness that each had been secretly dreading all day. Julia fought it as she might have fought the oncoming of a physical ill, yet inexorably it arrived. Supper was an ordeal, she found speech difficult, she could hardly raise her eyes.
"Julie, you"re as rosy as a little gipsy," said Miss Toland approvingly.
"Doesn"t colour become her, Rich?"
"She looks fine," Richard muttered, almost inarticulately. Julia looked up only long enough to give Miss Toland a pained and fluttering smile.
She was glad of an excuse to disappear with Anna, when the little girl"s bedtime arrived, and lingered so long in the bedroom that Miss Toland came and rapped on the door.
"Julia! What _are_ you doing?" called the older woman impatiently. Julia came to the door.
"Why, I"m so tired, Aunt Sanna," she began smilingly.
"Tired, nonsense!" Miss Toland said roundly. "Come sit on the porch with Richie and me. It"s like summer out of doors, and there"ll be a moon!"
So Julia went to take her place on the porch steps, with a great curved branch of the white rose arching over her head, and the fragrant stretch of the gra.s.sy hilltop sloping away, at her feet, to the valley far below. Miss Toland dozed, and the younger people talked a little, and were silent for long s.p.a.ces between the little casual sentences that to-night seemed so full of meaning.
The next day Julia went home, to Miss Toland"s disgust and to little Anna"s sorrow. Richie drove Julia and the little girl to the train; there was no explanation needed between them; at parting they looked straight into each other"s eyes.
"Ask us to come again some day," Julia said. "Not too soon, but as soon as you can. And don"t let us ever feel that we"ve done anything that will hurt or distress you, Richie."
"You and Anna are both angels," Richard answered. "Only tell me that you forgive me, Julie; that things after this will be just as they were before?"