Part 31 (1/2)
The river made a sharp bend as it emerged from the hills and flowed westward for six miles before it turned south again. Beyond this six-mile sweep of its broad channel loomed the three ranges of the Blue Ridge Mountains, the first one dark, rich, distinct, clothed in eternal green, the last one melting in dim lines into the clouds and soft azure of the sky.
As the sun began to sink now behind these distant peaks, each cloud that hung about them burst into a blazing riot of colour. The silver mirror of the river caught their shadows, and the water glowed in sympathy.
As Elsie drank the beauty of the scene, the music of the falls ringing its soft accompaniment, her heart went out in a throb of love and pity for the land and its people.
”Can you blame us for loving such a spot?” said Marion. ”It's far more beautiful from the cliff at Lover's Leap. I'll take you there some day. My father used to tell me that this world was Heaven, and that the spirits would all come back to live here when sin and shame and strife were gone.”
”Are your father's poems published?” asked Elsie.
”Only in the papers. We have them clipped and pasted in a sc.r.a.pbook. I'll show you the one about Ben Cameron some day. You met him in Was.h.i.+ngton, didn't you?”
”Yes,” said Elsie quietly.
”Then I know he made love to you.”
”Why?”
”You're so pretty. He couldn't help it.”
”Does he make love to every pretty girl?”
”Always. It's his religion. But he does it so beautifully you can't help believing it, until you compare notes with the other girls.”
”Did he make love to you?”
”He broke my heart when he ran away. I cried a whole week. But I got over it. He seemed so big and grown when he came home this last time. I was afraid to let him kiss me.”
”Did he dare to try?”
”No, and it hurt my feelings. You see, I'm not quite old enough to be serious with the big boys, and he looked so brave and handsome with that ugly scar on the edge of his forehead, and everybody was so proud of him.
I was just dying to kiss him, and I thought it downright mean in him not to offer it.”
”Would you have let him?”
”I expected him to try.”
”He is very popular in Piedmont?”
”Every girl in town is in love with him.”
”And he in love with all?”
”He pretends to be--but between us, he's a great flirt. He's gone to Nashville now on some pretended business. Goodness only knows where he got the money to go. I believe there's a girl there.”
”Why?”
”Because he was so mysterious about his trip. I'll keep an eye on him at the hotel. You know Margaret, too, don't you?”
”Yes; we met her in Was.h.i.+ngton.”