Part 14 (1/2)
”Good-by, dearest,” he said at last. ”I wish to go with that promise ringing in my soul.”
Ten days after he reached Lexington, the cholera broke out, and hundreds fled. He stood by his men, watched their diet, nursed the sick, and buried the dead. He helped the carpenter make the coffins and reverently bore the victims to their graves. No fear was in his soul. Love was chanting the anthem of Life.
A strange new light was burning in the eyes of the woman he loved on the day he returned in safety.
She seized his hand and spoke with decision:
”Come with me.”
Her father was standing at the gate. She faced him, holding defiantly the hand of her lover.
The old man saw and understood. His jaw was set with sullen determination and his face hardened.
”We have waited two long years,” she began softly. ”We have been patient and hopeful, but you have given no sign. My lover's character is beyond reproach, and I am proud of him. I am sorry to cross you, Father, but I've made up my mind, I am going to marry him now.”
The Colonel turned in silence and slowly walked into the house.
Captain McCrea engaged a stateroom for her on the boat for Louisville.
The lovers planned to meet at her aunt's, the Colonel's oldest sister.
The tearful good-bys had been said to Mother and sisters and brother.
The Colonel had not spoken, but he had business on the boat before she cast her lines from the sh.o.r.e.
The daughter drew him into her stateroom and slipped her arms around his neck. Few words were spoken and they were broken.
”Please, Father--please?--I love you--please--”
”No.”
”I'm no longer a child. I'm a woman. You're a real man and you know I could have no respect for myself if I should yield my life's happiness to a whim--”
The old Colonel stroked her shoulder:
”I understand. You're a chip off the old block. You're just as stubborn as I am. And--I--won't--eat--my--words.”
With firm hand, he drew away and hurried from the boat.
The Taylor clan of Kentucky gathered for the wedding in force. The romance appealed to their fancy. They loved their high-spirited, self-poised little kinswoman and they liked the tall, modest, young officer she had chosen for her husband. The stern old Colonel was not there, but his brother and his three sisters and all their tribe made merry at the wedding feast.
On the deck of the lazy river steamer, the bride and groom slowly drifted down the moonlit s.h.i.+mmering way to the fields of Mississippi.
The bride nestled close to her lover's side in the long sweet silences too deep for words.
He took her hand in his at last, and said tenderly:
”I've something very important to tell you now, my dear--”
”I'm not afraid--”