Part 3 (1/2)

She started up, shrinking as if from some cruel sting. ”I must go and tell him!” she cried. ”I lied to him, though I didn't know it was a lie. I must go and find him, and tell him I didn't mean to.”

”Tell who?” cried the pedlar, catching her by the arm. ”What is it troubles you so, Narcissy? Who did you lie to, I should like to know?

Don't believe she could tell a decent lie if 'twas to save her own soul,” she added to herself.

But Narcissa did not heed her.

She had taken down her sunbonnet from a nail, and was tying it under her chin with trembling fingers, with a feverish haste that took no note of anything.

”Where are you going?” cried Mrs. Transom, now beginning to be frightened at the girl's distracted looks. ”You're never going out of the house feeling like this? You'll have a fit of sickness, sure as you're alive, and then where'll you be? and 'tis all foolishness, too, I'll be bound. I can't understand a word you say. And there's a storm coming up, too. I see it as I was coming along, and was reckoning on finding shelter here when I fust stopped to speak to the old gentleman. There, hear the thunder this very minute! Narcissy! Why, good land of deliverance, she's gone!”

The storm came on very suddenly,--first, a low bank of cloud heaving in sight on the western horizon, long and misshapen, like the back of a kraken; then the whole monster revealed, rising across the sky, tossing monstrous arms about, showing ugly tints of yellow, ugly depths of purple and black.

There was no lightning at first, only low mutterings of thunder, and every now and then a pale lifting of the darkness, as if the monster were opening his cavernous jaws, showing glimpses of dim horror within. Then, of a sudden, with no note of warning, the whole sky sprang into flame, the whole air was a roar and a bellow, deafening the ears, stunning the senses,--and the storm broke over the road to Rome.

The rain struck aslant, driving a spray before it, as of a mountain stream. In five minutes no road was to be seen,--only a long stretch of brown water, hissing and writhing under the scourge of the rain and wind. A horse came plodding carefully along, crouching together as well as he could, picking his way through the water. The two men in the buggy behind him were crouching, too, and trying to hide behind the rubber boot. It was some comfort to think that they were trying to keep dry, though both knew that they were already drenched to the skin.

”It's lucky for me that I met you,” said the younger of the two, shaking himself, and sending a shower of spray in all directions.

”P'r'aps 'tis just as well,” replied the other man, with a chuckle.

”You'd hardly have known yourself from a muskrat by this time, if you'd had to foot it from Rome here. Been stoppin' there?”

”Stopping as long as I cared to,” said the youth, who was no other than our friend Romulus Patten. ”I got there last night, and was good and ready to come away this morning. I'm travelling for Brown's Nurseries, and there don't seem to be any call for any of our goods in Rome. Stone-crop's the only plant they raise much of, I guess.”

”Well, that's so,” said the elder man. ”That's so, every time. I never knew but one man that could make anything grow in Rome, and he carted all the dirt three miles, over from North Podley, before he could make a seed grow. Yes, sir, he did so. Mighty poor country up that way.

Some say the Rome folks don't see any garden-truck from year's end to year's end, and that if you ask a Rome girl to cook you up a mess of string beans, she takes the store beans and runs 'em on a string, and boils 'em that way; but I dono. I'm from Vi-enny way myself.”

”My gracious! what's that?”

The whole world had turned to livid white for a moment, dazzling and blinding them; but still they had seen something on the road, something like a human form, torn and buffeted by the wind and the furious rain, but staggering on towards them with uncertain steps.

”My G.o.d! it's a woman!” cried Romulus Patten. ”Stop your horse, and let me get out. A woman, alone in this storm!”

He sprang to the ground, and holding his arm before his face to keep off the blinding rain, made his way towards the forlorn figure splas.h.i.+ng through the water, now ankle deep in the road, stumbling, often on the point of falling.

”Hold up, lady!” he called out, in his cheery voice. ”There's friends here! Hold up just a minute!”

At the sound of his voice the woman stopped and seemed to shudder and clasp her hands. ”I never meant it!” she cried out wildly. ”I can't see you, I'm most blind, but I know your voice. I never meant to lie to you about Rome. I--thought--'twas all true; and when I found out, I--came--to tell you. I never meant to send you there on a lie.”

”Narcissa!” cried Romulus Patten. ”Oh, Lord! Oh, you poor little thing! and you thought I didn't know? I'd ought to be shot, that's what I ought to be. Here, you poor little thing, let me take your hands! They're like wet ice, and you're s.h.i.+vering all over. Oh, dear me! come with me, and get right into this buggy out of the rain. Oh, Lord! and I let you go on thinking I didn't know!”

Half leading, half carrying her, he made his way to the buggy, and then fairly lifted her in his strong young arms to lay her on the seat; but here an obstacle was interposed in the shape of another arm as strong as his, and a good deal bigger. ”Easy, there!” said the owner of the buggy. ”Seems to me you're makin' yourself rather too free, young feller. Do you think I'm goin' to have that gal brought in here, runnin' all the rivers of Babylon? Who in Jerusalem is she, anyway? Some of your folks?”

Romulus Patten's face was streaming with cold rain, but he flushed as if a flame had swept over him.

”She's the young lady I'm going to marry,” he said. ”Will you take her in, or shall I carry her home this way?”