Perhaps I can do it better, as I have here the means of working on a larger scale."
Edith seized his hand and said, with tears: "You are like an angel of light; how can I thank you enough?"
Her manner puzzled him to-night quite as much as on the previous occasion. "Why does she act as if her life depended on these few berries?" he vainly asked himself. "They can"t be so poor as to be in utter want. I wish she would speak frankly to me."
In her case, as in thousands of others, it would have been so much better if she had.
Then Edith said, a little dubiously, "I hurt the vines when I tried to water them."
"I know enough about gardening to understand that," said Arden, with a smile. "If the ground is not thoroughly soaked it does hurt them. But see," and he poured the water around the vines till the dry leaves swam in it. "That will last two days, and then I will water these again. I can go over half the bed thoroughly one night, and the other half the next night; and so we will keep them along till rain comes."
She looked at him as if he were a messenger come to release her from a dungeon, and murmured, in a low, sweet voice:
"Mr. Lacey, you are as kind as a brother to me."
A warm flush of pleasure mantled his face and neck, and he turned away to hide his feelings, but said:
"Miss Edith, this is nothing to what I would do for you."
She had it on her lips to tell him how she was situated, but he hastened away to fill his barrel at a neighboring pond. She watched him go to and fro in his rough, working garb, and he seemed to her the very flower of chivalry.
Her eyes grew l.u.s.trous with admiration, grat.i.tude, hope, and--yes, love, for before the June twilight deepened into night it was revealed in the depths of her heart that she loved Arden Lacey, and that was the reason that she had kept away from him since she had made the hateful promise. She had thought it only friendship, now she knew that it was love, and that his scorn and anger would be the bitterest ingredient of all in her self-immolation.
For two long hours he went to and fro unweariedly, and then startled her by saying in the distance on his way home, "I will come again to-morrow evening," and was gone. He was afraid of himself, lest in his strong feeling he might break his implied promise not even to suggest his love, when she came to thank him, and so, in self-distrustfulness, he was beginning to shun her also.
An unspeakable burden of fear was lifted from her heart, and hope, sweet, warm, and rosy, kept her eyes waking, but rested her more than sleep. In the morning she saw that the watering had greatly revived one half of the bed, and that all through the hot day they did not wilt, while the unwatered part looked very sick.
Old Crowl also had seen the proceeding in the June twilight, and did not like it. "I must put a spoke in his wheel," he said. So the next afternoon he met Arden in the village, and bl.u.s.tered up to him, saying:
"Look here, young Lacey, what were you doing at the Allens" last night?"
"None of your business."
"Yes, it is my business, too, as you may find out to your cost. I am engaged to marry Miss Edith Allen, and guess it"s my business who"s hanging around there. I warn you to keep away." Mr. Crowl had put the case truly, and yet with characteristic cunning. He was positively engaged to Edith, though she was only conditionally engaged to him.
"It"s an accursed lie," thundered Arden, livid with rage, "and I warn you to leave--you make me dangerous."
"Oh, ho; touches you close, does it? I am sorry for you, but it"s true, nevertheless."
Arden looked as if he would rend him, but by a great effort he controlled himself, and in a low, meaning voice said:
"If you have lied to me this afternoon, woe be unto you," and he turned on his heel and walked straight to Edith, where she stood at work among her grapevines, breaking off some of the too thickly budding branches. He was beside her before she heard him, and the moment she looked into his white, stern face, she saw that something had happened.
"Miss Allen," he said, abruptly, "I heard a report about you this afternoon. I did not believe it; I could not; but it came so direct, that I give you a chance to refute it. Your word will be sufficient for me. It would be against all the world. Is there anything between you and Simon Crowl?"
Her confusion was painful, and for a moment she could not speak, but stood trembling before him.
In his pa.s.sion, he seized her roughly by the arm and said, hoa.r.s.ely, "In a word, yes or no?"
His manner offended her proud spirit, and she looked him angrily in the face and said, haughtily;
"Yes."
He recoiled from her as if he had been stung.
Her anger died away in a moment, and she leaned against the grape-trellis for support.
"Do you love him?" he faltered, his bronzed cheek blanching.
"No," she gasped.
The blood rushed furiously into his face, and he took an angry stride toward her. She cowered before him, but almost wished that he would strike her dead. In a voice hoa.r.s.e with rage, he said:
"This, then, is the end of our friendship. This is the best that your religion has taught you. If not your pitiful faith, then has not your woman"s nature told you that neither priest nor book can marry you to that coa.r.s.e lump of earth?" and he turned on his heel and strode away.
His mother was frightened as she saw his face. "What has happened?"
she said, starting up. He stared at her almost stupidly for a moment.
Then he said, in a stony voice:
"The worst that ever can happen to me in this or any world. If the lightning had burned me to a cinder, I could not be more utterly bereft of all that tends to make a good man. Edith Allen has sold herself to old Crowl. Some priest is going through a farce they will call a marriage, and all the good people will say, "How well she has done!" What a miserable delusion this religious business is! You had better give it up, mother, as I do, here and now."
"Hush, my son," said Mrs. Lacey, solemnly. "You have only seen Edith Allen. I have seen _Jesus Christ._
"There is some mystery about this," she added, after a moment"s painful thought. "I will go and see her at once."
He seized her hand, saying:
"Have I not been a good son to you?"
"Yes, Arden."
"Then by all I have ever been to you, and as you wish my love to continue, go not near her again."
"But, Arden--"
"Promise me," he said, sternly.
"Well," said the poor woman, with a deep sigh, "not without your permission."
From that time forth, Arden seemed as if made of stone.
After he was gone Edith walked with uncertain steps to the little arbor, and sat down as if stunned. She lost all idea of time. After it was dark, Hannibal called her in, and made her take a cup of tea. She then went mechanically to her room, but not to sleep. Arden"s dreadful words kept repeating themselves over and over again.
"O G.o.d!" she exclaimed, in the darkness, "whither am I drifting? Must I be driven to this awful fate in order to provide for those dependent upon me? Cannot bountiful Nature feed us? Wilt Thou not, in mercy, send one drop of rain? O Jesus, where is Thy mercy?"
The next morning the skies were still cloudless, and she scowled darkly at the sunny dawn. Then, in sudden alternation of mood, she stretched her bare, white arms toward the little farmhouse, and sighed, in tones of tremulous pathos:
"Oh, Arden, Arden! I would rather die at your feet than live in a palace with him."