Part 3 (1/2)

And now they are wandering down the great dusty high road, beneath the spa.r.s.e shade of the stunted acacias that border it. They feel neither heat, nor dust, and say but little as they walk. From behind them, m.u.f.fled by louder sounds, come the sweet, sad strains of the Magyar love-song, ”Csak egy kis lany van a vilagon.”

”There is but one girl in all the world, And she is my own white dove.

Oh! How great must G.o.d's love be for me!

That He thought of giving you to me.”

”Elsa, you will wait for me?” asked Andor, with deep, pa.s.sionate anxiety at last.

”I will wait for you, Andor,” replied the girl simply, ”if the good G.o.d will give me the strength.”

”The strength, Elsa, will be in yourself,” he urged, ”if only you love me as I love you.”

”Three years is such a long time!” she sighed.

”I will count the weeks that separate us, Elsa--the days--the hours----”

”I, too, will be counting them.”

”When I come back I will at once talk with Pali bacsi--he is getting tired of managing his property--I know that at times lately he has felt that he needed a rest, and that he means to ask me to see to everything for him. He will give me that nice little house on the Fekete Road, and the mill to look after. We can get married at once, Elsa--when I come back.”

He talked on somewhat ramblingly, at times incoherently. It was easy to see that he was trying to cheat sorrow, to appear cheerful and hopeful, because he saw that Elsa was quite ready to give way to tears. It was so hard to walk out of fairyland just when she had entered it, and found it more beautiful than anything else in life. The paths looked so smooth and so inviting, and fairy forms beckoned to her from afar; it all would have been so easy, if only the good G.o.d had willed it so. She thought of the many sins which--in her innocent life--she had committed, and for which Pater Bonifacius had given her absolution; perhaps if she had been better--been more affectionate with her mother, more forbearing with her father, the good G.o.d would have allowed her to have this happiness in full which now appeared so shadowy.

She fell to wis.h.i.+ng that Andor had not been quite so fine and quite so strong, that his chest had been narrower, or his eyesight less keen.

Womanlike, she felt that she would have loved him just as much and more, if he were less vigorous, less powerful; and in that case the wicked government would not want him; he could stay at home and help Pali bacsi to look after his lands and his mills, and she could marry him before the spring.

Then the pressure of his arm round her waist recalled her to herself; she turned and met his glowing, compelling eyes, she felt that wonderful vitality in him which made him what he was, strong in body and strong in soul; his love was strong because his body was strong, as was his soul, his spirit and his limbs, and she no longer wished him to be weak and delicate, for then it would no longer be Andor--the Andor whom she loved.

The clang of the distant bell chased away Elsa's last hovering dreams.

Andor did not hear it; he was pressing the girl closer and closer to him, unmindful of his surroundings, unmindful that he was on the high road, and that frequently ox-carts went by laden with people, and that pa.s.sers-by were hurrying now toward the railway station.

True that no one took any notice of this young man and maid; everyone was either too much absorbed in the business of the morning, or too much accustomed to these final scenes of farewell and tenderness ere the lads went off for their three years' service, to throw more than a cursory glance on these two.

”I love you, Elsa, my dove, my rose,” Andor reiterated over and over again; ”you will wait for my return, will you not?”

”I will wait, Andor,” replied the girl through her sobs.

”The thought of you will lighten my nights, and bring suns.h.i.+ne to my dreary days. Every morning and every evening when I say my prayers, I shall ask my guardian angel to fly over to yours, and to tell him to whisper in your ear that I love you beyond all else on earth.”

”We must part now, Andor,” she said earnestly, ”the second bell has gone long ago.”

”Not yet, Elsa, not yet,” he pleaded; ”just walk as far as that next acacia tree. There no one will see us, and I want one more kiss before I go.”

She never thought to resist him, since her own heart was at one with his wish, and he was going away so soon and for so long. So they walked as far as the next acacia tree, and there he took her in his arms and kissed her on the cheeks, the eyes, the lips.

”G.o.d alone knows, Elsa,” he said, and now his own voice was choked with sobs, ”what it means to me to leave you. You are the one woman in the world for me, and I will thank the good G.o.d on my knees every day of my life for the priceless blessing of your love.”

After that they walked back hand in hand. They had wandered far, and in a quarter of an hour the train would be starting. It meant a week in prison in Arad for any recruit to miss the train, and Andor did mean to be brave and straight, and to avoid prison during the three years.

The gipsy musicians had carried their instruments over to the railway station; here they had ensconced themselves in full view of the train and were playing one after the other the favourite songs of those who were going away.