"No, no, no! Not for me! You"re mine now, little girl, _mine_--do you understand that?"
"Yes," she whispered, her mouth trembling, Again he laughed joyously.
"Come on!" he cried, and he went into the kitchen and brought out an axe:
"I"ll cut wood for you." She followed him out to the wood-pile and then she turned and went into the house. Presently the sound of his axe rang through the woods, and as he stooped to gather up the wood, he heard a creaking sound. June was drawing water at the well, and he rushed toward her:
"Here, you mustn"t do that."
She flashed a happy smile at him.
"You just go back and get that wood. I reckon," she used the word purposely, "I"ve done this afore." Her strong bare arms were pulling the leaking moss-covered old bucket swiftly up, hand under hand--so he got the wood while she emptied the bucket into a pail, and together they went laughing into the kitchen, and while he built the fire, June got out the coffee-grinder and the meal to mix, and settled herself with the grinder in her lap.
"Oh, isn"t it fun?" She stopped grinding suddenly.
"What would the neighbours say?"
"We haven"t any."
"But if we had!"
"Terrible!" said Hale with mock solemnity.
"I wonder if Uncle Billy is at home," Hale trembled at his luck. "That"s a good idea. I"ll ride down for him while you"re getting supper."
"No, you won"t," said June, "I can"t spare you. Is that old horn here yet?"
Hale brought it out from behind the cupboard.
"I can get him--if he is at home."
Hale followed her out to the porch where she put her red mouth to the old trumpet. One long, mellow hoot rang down the river--and up the hills. Then there were three short ones and a single long blast again.
"That"s the old signal," she said. "And he"ll know I want him _bad_."
Then she laughed.
"He may think he"s dreaming, so I"ll blow for him again." And she did.
"There, now," she said. "He"ll come."
It was well she did blow again, for the old miller was not at home and old Hon, down at the cabin, dropped her iron when she heard the horn and walked to the door, dazed and listening. Even when it came again she could hardly believe her ears, and but for her rheumatism, she would herself have started at once for Lonesome Cove. As it was, she ironed no more, but sat in the doorway almost beside herself with anxiety and bewilderment, looking down the road for the old miller to come home.
Back the two went into the kitchen and Hale sat at the door watching June as she fixed the table and made the coffee and corn bread. Once only he disappeared and that was when suddenly a hen cackled, and with a shout of laughter he ran out to come back with a fresh egg.
"Now, my lord!" said June, her hair falling over her eyes and her face flushed from the heat.
"No," said Hale. "I"m going to wait on you."
"For the last time," she pleaded, and to please her he did sit down, and every time she came to his side with something he bent to kiss the hand that served him.
"You"re nothing but a big, nice boy," she said. Hale held out a lock of his hair near the temples and with one finger silently followed the track of wrinkles in his face.
"It"s premature," she said, "and I love every one of them." And she stooped to kiss him on the hair. "And those are nothing but troubles.
I"m going to smooth every one of _them_ away."
"If they"re troubles, they"ll go--now," said Hale.
All the time they talked of what they would do with Lonesome Cove.
"Even if we do go away, we"ll come back once a year," said Hale.
"Yes," nodded June, "once a year."
"I"ll tear down those mining shacks, float them down the river and sell them as lumber."
"Yes."
"And I"ll stock the river with ba.s.s again."
"Yes."
"And I"ll plant young poplars to cover the sight of every bit of uptorn earth along the mountain there. I"ll bury every bottle and tin can in the Cove. I"ll take away every sign of civilization, every sign of the outside world."
"And leave old Mother Nature to cover up the scars," said June.
"So that Lonesome Cove will be just as it was."
"Just as it was in the beginning," echoed June.
"And shall be to the end," said Hale.
"And there will never be anybody here but you."
"And you," said June.
While she cleared the table and washed the dishes Hale fed the horses and cut more wood, and it was dusk when he came to the porch. Through the door he saw that she had made his bed in one corner. And through her door he saw one of the white things, that had lain untouched in her drawer, now stretched out on her bed.
The stars were peeping through the blue s.p.a.ces of a white-clouded sky and the moon would be coming by and by. In the garden the flowers were dim, quiet and restful. A kingfisher screamed from the river. An owl hooted in the woods and crickets chirped about them, but every pa.s.sing sound seemed only to accentuate the stillness in which they were engulfed. Close together they sat on the old porch and she made him tell of everything that had happened since she left the mountains, and she told him of her flight from the mountains and her life in the West--of her father"s death and the homesickness of the ones who still were there.
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"Bub is a cowboy and wouldn"t come back for the world, but I could never have been happy there," she said, "even if it hadn"t been for you--here."
"I"m just a plain civil engineer, now," said Hale, "an engineer without even a job and--" his face darkened.
"It"s a shame, sweetheart, for you--" She put one hand over his lips and with the other turned his face so that she could look into his eyes. In the mood of bitterness, they did show worn, hollow and sad, and around them the wrinkles were deep.
"Silly," she said, tracing them gently with her finger tips, "I love every one of them, too," and she leaned over and kissed them.