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Chapter 15. A Meeting In The Enchanted Garden |
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_ CHAPTER XV. A MEETING IN THE ENCHANTED GARDEN
And yet the long waiting! As I walked one Sunday afternoon over to Church Hill, after a visit to Jessy (who was living now with a friend of the doctor's), I asked myself again and again if Sally had read my heart that last afternoon and had seen in it the reason of my fierce reserve. Jessy had been affectionate and very pretty--she was a cold, small, blond woman, with a perfect face and the manner of an indifferent child--but she had been unable to wean me from the thought which returned to take royal possession as soon as the high pressure of my working day was relaxed. It controlled me utterly from the moment I put the question of the stock market aside; and it was driving me now, like the ghost of an unhappy lover, back for a passionate hour in the enchanted garden. The house was half closed when I reached it, though the open shutters to the upper windows led me to believe that some of the rooms, at least, were tenanted. When I entered the gate and passed the stuccoed wing to the rear piazza, I saw that the terraces were blotted and ruined as if an invading army had tramped over them. The magnolias and laburnums, with the exception of a few lonely trees, had already fallen; the latticed arbours were slowly rotting away; and several hardy rose-bushes, blooming bravely in the overgrown squares, were the only survivals of the summer splendour that I remembered. Turning out of the path, I plucked one of these gallant roses, and found it pale and sickly, with a November blight at the heart. Only the great elms still arched their bared branches unchanged against a red sunset; and now as then the small yellow leaves fluttered slowly down, like wounded butterflies, to the narrow walks. I had left the upper terrace and had descended the sunken green steps, when the dry rustle of leaves in the path fell on my ears, and turning a fallen summer house, I saw Sally approaching me through the broken maze of the box. A colour flamed in her face, and pausing in the leaf-strewn path, she looked up at me with shining and happy eyes. "It has been so long since I saw you," she said, with her hand outstretched. I took her hand, and turning we moved down the walk while I still held it in mine. Out of the blur of her figure, which swam in a mist, I saw only her shining and happy eyes. "It has been a thousand years," I answered, "but I knew that they would pass." "That they would pass?" she repeated. "That they must pass. I have worked for that end every minute since I saw you. I have loved you, as you surely know," I blurted out, "every instant of my life, but I knew that I could offer you nothing until I could offer you something worthy of your acceptance." Reaching out her hand, which she had withdrawn from mine, she caught several drifting elm leaves in her open palm. "And what," she asked slowly, "do you consider to be worthy of my acceptance?" "A name," I answered, "that you would be proud to bear. Not only the love of a man's soul and body, but the soul and body themselves after they have been tried and tested. Wealth, I know, would not count with you, and I believe, birth would not, even though you are a Bland--but I must have wealth, I must have honour, so that at least you will not appear to stoop. I must give you all that it lies in my power to achieve, or I must give you nothing." "Wealth! honour!" she said, with a little laugh, "O Ben Starr! Ben Starr!" "So that, at least, you will not appear to stoop," I repeated. "I stoop to you?" she responded, and again she laughed. "You know that I love you?" I asked. "Yes," she replied, and lifted her eyes to mine, "I know that you love me." "Beyond love I have nothing at the moment." A light wind swept the leaves from her hand, and blew the ends of her white veil against my breast. "And suppose," she demanded in a clear voice, "that love was all that I wanted?" Her lashes did not tremble; but in her eyes, in her parted red lips, and in her whole swift and expectant figure, there was something noble and free, as if she were swept forward by the radiant purpose which shone in her look. "Not my love--not yet--my darling," I said. At the word her blush came. "You say you have only yourself to give," she went on with an effort. "Is it possible that in the future--in any future--you could have more than yourself?" "Not more love, Sally, not more love." "Then more of what?" "Of things that other men and women count worth the having!" The sparkle returned to her eyes, and I watched the old childish archness play in her face. "Do I understand that you are proposing to other men and women or to me, sir?" she enquired, above her muff, in the prim tone of Miss Mitty. "To neither the one nor the other," I answered stubbornly, though I longed to kiss the mockery away from her curving lips. "When the time comes I shall return to you." "And you are doing this for the sake of other people, not for me," she said. "I suppose, indeed, that it's Aunt Mitty and Aunt Matoaca you are putting before me. They would be flattered, I am sure, if they could only know of it--but they can't. As a matter of fact, they also put something before me, so I don't appear to come first with anybody. Aunt Mitty prefers her pride and Aunt Matoaca prefers her principles, and you prefer both--" "I am only twenty-six," I returned. "In five years--in ten at most--I shall be far in the race--" "And quite out of breath with the running," she observed, "by the time you turn and come back for me." "I don't dare ask you to wait for me." "As a matter of fact," she responded serenely, "I don't think I shall. I could never endure waiting." Her calmness was like a dash of cold water into my face. "Don't laugh at me whatever you do," I implored. "I'm not laughing--it's far too serious," she retorted. "That scheme of yours," she flashed out suddenly, "is worthy of the great brain of the General." "Now I'll stand anything but that!" I replied, and turned squarely on her; "Sally, do you love me?" "Love a man who puts both his pride and his principles before me?" "If you don't love me--and, of course you can't--why do you torment me?" "It isn't torment, it's education. When next you start to propose to the lady of your choice, don't begin by telling her you are lovesick for the good opinion of her maiden aunts." "Sally, Sally!" I cried joyfully. My hand went out to hers, and then as she turned away--my arm was about her, and the little fur hat with the bunch of violets was on my breast. "O, Ben Starr, were you born blind?" she said with a sob. "Sally, am I mad or do you love me?" I asked, and the next instant, bending over as she looked up, I kissed her parted lips. For a minute she was silent, as if my kiss had drawn her strength through her tremulous red mouth. Her body quivered and seemed to melt in my arms--and then with a happy laugh, she yielded herself to my embrace. "A little of both, Ben," she answered, "you are mad, I suppose, and so am I--and I love you." "But how could you? When did you begin?" "I could because I would, and there was no beginning. I was born that way." "You meant you have cared for me, as I have for you--always?" "Not always, perhaps--but--well, it started in the churchyard, I think, when I gave you Samuel. Then when I met you again it might have been just the way you look--for oh, Ben, did you ever discover that you are splendid to look at?" "A magnificent animal," I retorted. She blushed, recognising the phrase. "To tell the truth, though, it wasn't the way you look," she went on impulsively, "it was, I think,--I am quite sure,--the time you pushed that wheel up the hill. I adored you, Ben, at that moment. If you'd asked me to marry you on the spot I'd have responded, 'Yes, thank you, sir,' as one of my great-grandmothers did at the altar." "And to think I didn't even know you were there. I'd forgotten it, but I remember now the General told me I made a spectacle of myself." "Well, I always liked a spectacle, it's in my blood. I like a man, too, who does things as if he didn't care whether anybody was looking at him or not--and that's you, Ben." "It's not my business to shatter your ideals," I answered, and the next minute, "O Sally, how is it to end?" "That depends, doesn't it," she asked, "whether you want to marry me or my maiden aunts?" "Do you mean that you will marry me?" "I mean, Ben, that if you aren't so obliging as to marry me, I'll pine away and die a lovelorn death." "Be serious, Sally." "Could anything on earth be more serious than a lovelorn death?" I would have caught her back to my breast, but eluding my arms, she stood poised like the fleeting-spirit of gaiety in the little path. "Will you promise to marry me, Ben Starr?" she asked. "I'll promise anything on earth," I answered. "Not to talk any more about my stooping to a giant?" "I won't talk about it, darling, I'll let you do it." "And if you're poor you'll let me be poor too? And if you're rich you'll give me a share of the money?" "Both--all." "And you'll make a sacrifice for me--as the General said George wouldn't--whenever I happen particularly to want one?" "A million of them--anything, everything." She came a step nearer, and raised her smiling lips to mine. "Anything--everything, Ben, together," she said. Presently we walked back slowly, hand in hand, through the maze of box. "Will you tell your aunts, or shall I, Sally?" I asked. "We'll go to them together." "Now, at this instant?" "Now--at this instant," she agreed, "but I thought you were so patient?" "Patient? I'm as patient as an engine on the Great South Midland." "A minute ago you were prepared to wait ten years." "Oh, ten years!" I echoed, as I followed her out of the enchanted garden. At the corner the surrey was standing, and the face of old Shadrach, the negro driver, stared back at me, transfixed with amazement. "Whar you gwine now, Miss Sally?" he demanded defiantly of his young mistress, as I took my place under the fur rug beside her. "Home, Uncle Shadrach," she replied. "Ain't I gwine drap de gent'man some whar on de way up?" "No, Uncle Shadrach, home,"--and for home we started merrily with a flick of the whip over the backs of the greys. Sitting beside her for the first time in my life, I was conscious, as we drove through the familiar streets, only of an acute physical delight in her presence. As she turned toward me, her breath fanned my cheek, the touch of her arm on mine was a rapture, and when the edge of her white veil was blown into my face, I felt my blood rush to meet it. Never before had I been so confident, so strong, so assured of the future. Not the future alone, but the whole universe seemed to lie in the closed palm of my hand. I knew that I was plain, that I was rough beside the velvet softness of the woman who had promised to share my life; but this plainness, this roughness, no longer troubled me since she had found in it something of the power that had drawn her to me. My awkwardness had dropped from me in the revelation of my strength which she had brought. The odour of burning leaves floated up from the street, and I saw again her red shoes dancing over the sunken graves in the churchyard. Oh, those red shoes had danced into my life and would stay there forever! _ |