Part 11 (2/2)

So now, as Murray came toward her, his eyes fixed upon her as if he were sure that here he would find something he sorely needed, Jane felt an added longing to show her power to be of use in time of trouble; and dropping her book--one that belonged to Murray--she came forward to meet him with outstretched hand, and a look which showed him that she already understood.

”You 've heard?” he asked, in surprise. ”I don't know how, but I 'm glad, for I dreaded to tell it.”

”s.h.i.+rley told Nancy--just the bare facts--and of course my little sister told my mother and me. We 've been thinking of you all ever since, wis.h.i.+ng we could help you.”

”You can; we need you. Even mother feels it. Olive says when she asked her if she wanted a nurse, she refused to have one except her maid, but said, 'I wish I dared to ask that kind-faced Mrs. Bell. I feel as if she could tell me what to do.'”

”Mother will be so glad. She will go over by and by. She loves to help people, and always knows how better than anybody else in the world.”

”I can believe it. She makes a fellow feel as if he belonged to her, somehow, and she was interested in him.”

”She is--that's why she makes you feel so.--Come over here in the shade, please, and tell me what I can do.”

Murray dropped upon the gra.s.s beside Jane's low chair with a sigh of weariness, and ran his hand through the thick locks of his hair, pus.h.i.+ng them away from his forehead with an impatient gesture, as if he would like thus easily to clear away the clouds which bothered him.

”You see,” he began slowly, ”I feel more or less responsible myself for this outbreak. I can't help thinking that if things had been between us as they ought to be between brothers Forrest would have brought his notions and troubles to me.”

”But you--but he----” Jane paused, surprised at the tone he took. ”You have n't been able to be with Forrest much, because--because he has been so active and lived such a different life----”

”You are kind to excuse me, but I don't see how that makes it any better. I could have shown interest and sympathy enough with his tastes and plans to have made him come naturally to me. I 'm the elder brother, and I have n't been a brother, only a querulous, fault-finding, elderly relative, as if he were fourteen and I forty. He did come to you with his grievances against father, did n't he?”

Jane coloured a little as his eyes keenly questioned her.

”Yes, though I did n't want him to tell me, and would n't listen to very much of it. I felt guilty to let him talk at all, but he was so----”

”I 'm glad you did. If anybody could have given him advice that he would take it would have been you. I was pretty sure he had been to you, by the way I saw him fling over here just after he 'd had a bout with father.”

”He said something that day I feel as if your father ought to know, and I 've been wondering how I could let him know,” and with this introduction, Jane told Murray all she had learned of Forrest's inclination toward the army and its varied experiences, ending as gently as she could with the boyish threat of enlisting if he could not bring about his own appointment to West Point. Murray listened to her very soberly.

”Father would veto the West Point proposition from the first word,” he said, ”merely because he has no notion of the sort of fascination the idea would have for a restless chap like my brother. So if Forrest asked him to let him go, I 've no doubt he refused him, and then--well, I can easily imagine Forrest carrying out his threat out of pure bravado. It gives us something to go by, anyhow. We can soon find out if he 's had the folly to enlist. He may have the dash and bravery to do a gallant deed, to fight stoutly enough at a time of need, but the patience and endurance for the every-day army life----” He shook his head. ”He's only a boy, you know. You could n't expect it of him.”

Just here Peter opened the little garden gate and came swinging in.

”h.e.l.lo!” he called, at sight of the pair under the maple-tree. ”You two look cool and restful out there. May I join the picnic party when I 've freshened up a bit? A breakdown in the power at the factory sent fifty or sixty of us in our department home for a quarter-holiday.”

”That 's luck for us, too!” called back Murray, cordially.

Jane bent forward eagerly. ”Do you mind Peter's knowing?” she asked.

”Pete's so big and strong and--ingenious; he 's like mother at knowing what to do.”

”I want Peter to know,” Murray replied, without hesitation. ”We 're going to try to keep this thing out of the papers, of course, and away from our acquaintances as long as we can, but your family must all know.

I feel, somehow, as if having the Bell family stand by us would be worth a lot.”

When Peter came out, in fresh clothes, his brown hair damp from the splas.h.i.+ng shower he had just taken, and joined the two others under the maple, he was told the whole story. He listened in clear-eyed gravity, with once or twice a short exclamation of regret. As Murray ended with Jane's suggestion about the runaway's possible enlistment in the army, Peter drew a long breath.

”I believe I can understand how he felt about it,” he said, throwing his head back and staring up at the sky for a moment. Then, coming back to earth with a squaring of his broad shoulders, he added, with a rueful smile at Jane, ”And that's not because my home is n't the happiest one on earth. It 's just the feeling a fellow gets once in a while that he 'd like to jump over something and make a dash for the horizon line--to see what's beyond it! And I can see how he----” Then he broke off suddenly, looking at Murray. ”That does n't mean I don't appreciate what this is to all his family. And if there's anything I can do to help, I 'm your man.”

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