Part 11 (2/2)
”Since I see with your eyes--yes. It was only a place to fight in, before. Now it's a fairy world, and these wild flowers that cover the plains only grow to make a carpet for the feet of the girl I love--”
”A fairy world--yes--” she whispered, ”it's been just that to me since I first sang the 'Fairy Bells' for you--”
”I'll never love another song as that,” he said reverently.
”Nor I,” was the low response. ”My heart will beat to its music forever--it just means you, now--”
For a long time they sat without words, holding each other's hand. The sun hung a glowing ball of fire on the rim of the far-away hills, and the shadows of the valley deepened into twilight.
”How wonderful the silence of the plains!” the lover sighed.
”It used to oppress me.”
The man nodded.
”And now, I hear the beat of angels' wings and know that G.o.d is near--”
”Because we love--” and she laughed for joy.
Again they sat in sweet, brooding silence.
A horseman rode over the hilltop in the glow of the fading sun. From its summit, he lifted his hand and waved a salute. They looked below, and in the doorway of a cabin, a young mother stood, a babe in her arms answering with hand uplifted high above her child.
”What does it matter, dear,” she whispered, ”a cabin or a palace!”
IX
WAR
Side by side through the still white light of the full moon they rode home, in each heart the glow of the wonder and joy of Love's first revelation. Words were an intrusion. The eyes of the soul were seeing now the hidden things of life.
The gleam of the lights at the Fort brought them sharply out of dreamland into the world of fact.
”You must see my father to-night, dear,” she said eagerly.
”Must I, to-night?”
”It's best.”
”I'd rather face a hundred Red Men in war paint.”
A merry laugh was her answer as she leaned close:
”Don't be silly, he likes you.”
”But he _loves_ you.”
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