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 henhouse, 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.
"That thar woman favors me," she said, presently. And suddenly she burst into tears.
Perhaps it was well that Eugenia could not see Luke Todd"s expression as his wife recounted the scene. She gave it truly, but without, alas! the glamour of sympathy.
"She "lowed ez ye"d b"lieve her, bein" ez ye use-ter be "quainted."
His face flushed. "Wa"al, sir! the insurance o" that thar woman!" he exclaimed. "I war "quainted with her; I war mighty well "quainted with her." He had a casual remembrance of those days when "he tuk ter the woods ter wear out his grief."
"She never gin me no promise, but me an" her war courtin" some. Sech dependence ez I put on her war mightily wasted. I dunno what ails the critter ter "low ez I set store by her word."
Poor Eugenia! There is nothing so dead as ashes. His flame had clean burned out. So far afield were all his thoughts that he stood amazed when his wife, with a sudden burst of tears, declared pa.s.sionately that she knew it--she saw it--she favored Eugenia Gryce. She had found out that he had married her because she looked like another woman.
""Genie Gryce hev got powerful little ter do ter kem a-jouncin" through the snow over hyar ter try ter set ye an" me agin one another," he exclaimed, angrily. "Stealin" the filly ain"t enough ter sati"fy her!"
His wife was in some sort mollified. She sought to rea.s.sure herself.
"Air we-uns of a favor?"
"I dunno," he replied, sulkily. "I "ain"t seen the critter fur nigh on ter ten year. I hev furgot the looks of her. "Pears like ter me," he went on, ruminating, "ez "twar in my mind when I fust seen ye ez thar war a favor "twixt ye. But I mis...o...b..s now. Do she "low ez I hev hed nuthin ter study "bout sence?"
Perhaps Eugenia is not the only woman who overrates the strength of a sentimental attachment. A gloomy intuition of failure kept her company all the lengthening way home. The chill splendors of the wintry day grated upon her dreary mood. How should she care for the depth and richness of the blue deepening toward the zenith in those vast skies?
What was it to her that the dead vines, climbing the grim rugged crags, were laden with tufts and corollated shapes wherever these fantasies of flowers might cling, or that the snow flashed with crystalline scintillations? She only knew that they glimmered and dazzled upon the tears in her eyes, and she was moved to shed them afresh. She did not wonder whether her venture had resulted amiss. She only wondered that she had tried aught. And she was humbled.
When she reached Lonesome Cove she found the piggin where she had hid it, and milked the cow in haste. It was no great task, for the animal was going dry. "Their"n gins a gallon a milkin"," she said, in rueful comparison.
As she came up the slope with the piggin on her head, her husband was looking down from the porch with a lowering brow. "Why n"t ye spen" the day a-milkin" the cow?" he drawled. "Dawdlin" yander in the cow-pen till this time in the mornin"! An" ter-morrer"s Chrismus!"
The word smote upon her weary heart with a dull pain. She had no cultured phrase to characterize the sensation as a presentiment, but she was conscious of the prophetic process. To-night "all the mounting"
would be riotous with that dubious hilarity known as "Chrismus in the bones," and there was no telling what might come from the combined orgy and an inflamed public spirit.
She remembered the familiar doom of the mountain horse-thief, the men lurking on the cliff, the inimical feeling against the ranger. She furtively watched him with forebodings as he came and went at intervals throughout the day.
Dusk had fallen when he suddenly looked in and beckoned to the "Colonel," who required him to take her with him whenever he fed the mare.
"Let me tie this hyar comforter over the Cunnel"s head," Eugenia said, as he bundled the child in a shawl and lifted her in his arms.
"Tain"t no use," he declared. "The Cunnel ain"t travellin" fur."
She heard him step from the creaking porch. She heard the dreary wind without.