Part 36 (1/2)
Laddie said, to be the man who conquered the Princess and to whom she lifted her lips for a first kiss was worth life itself. I made up my mind that night that he knew just exactly what he was talking about. I thought so too. And I seemed to understand why Laddie--Laddie in his youth, strength, and manly beauty, Laddie, who boasted that there was not a nerve in his body--trembled before the Princess.
It looked as if she had set herself against him and was working for the honours, and if she wanted them, I didn't feel that he should chance beating her, and then, too, it was beginning to be plain that it was none too sure he could. Laddie didn't seem to be the only one who had been well drilled in spelling.
I held my jaws set a minute, so that I could speak without Laddie knowing how I was s.h.i.+vering, and then I whispered: ”Except her eyes are softer, she looks just like a cardinal.”
Laddie nodded emphatically and moving a step nearer laid his elbow across my knees. Heavens, how they spelled! They finished all the words I ever heard and spelled like lightning through a lot of others the meaning of which I couldn't imagine. Father never gave them out at home. They spelled epiphany, gaberdine, ichthyology, gewgaw, kaleidoscope, and troubadour. Then Laddie spelled one word two different ways; and the Princess went him one better, for she spelled another three.
They spelled from the Bible, Nebuchadnezzar, Potiphar, Peleg, Belshazzar, Abimelech, and a host of others I never heard the minister preach about. Then they did the most dreadful thing of all. ”Broom,”
p.r.o.nounced the teacher, and I began mentally, b-r-o-o-m, but Laddie spelled ”b-r-o-u-g-h-a-m,” and I stared at him in a daze. A second later Miss Amelia gave out ”Beecham” to the Princess, and again I tried it, b-e-e-c-h, but the Princess was spelling ”B-e-a-u-c-h-a-m-p,” and I almost fell from the window.
They kept that up until I was nearly crazy with nervousness; I forgot I was half frozen. I pulled Laddie's sleeve and whispered in his ear: ”Do you think she'll cry if you beat her?”
I was half crying myself, the strain had been awful. I was torn between these dearest loves of mine.
”Seen me have any chance to beat her?” retorted Laddie.
Miss Amelia seemed to have used most of her books, and at last picked up an old geography and began giving out points around the coast, while Laddie and the Princess took turns s.n.a.t.c.hing the words from her mouth and spelling them. Father often did that, so Laddie was safe there.
They were just going it when Miss Amelia p.r.o.nounced, ”Terra del Fuego,”
to the Princess. ”T-e-r-r-a, Terra, d-e-l, del, F-i-e-u-g-o,” spelled the Princess, and sat down suddenly in the midst of a mighty groan from her side, swelled by a wail from one little home district deserter.
”Next!” called Miss Amelia.
”T-e-r-r-a, Terra, d-e-l, del, F-e-u-g-o,” spelled Laddie.
”Wrong!” wailed Miss Amelia, and our side breathed one big groan in concert, and I lifted up my voice in that also. Then every one laughed and pretended they didn't care, and the Princess came over and shook hands with Laddie, and Laddie said to Miss Amelia:
”Just let me take that book a minute until I see how the thing really does go.” It was well done and satisfied the crowd, which clapped and cheered; but as I had heard him spell it many, many times for father, he didn't fool me.
Laddie and the Princess drew slips for the book and it fell to her. He was so pleased he kissed me as he lifted me down and never noticed I was so stiff I could scarcely stand--and I did fall twice going to the sleigh. My bed was warm and my room was warm, but I chilled the night through and until the next afternoon, when I grew so faint and sleepy I crept to Miss Amelia's desk, half dead with fright--it was my first trip to ask an excuse--and begged: ”Oh teacher, I'm so sick. Please let me go home.”
I think one glance must have satisfied her that it was true, for she said very kindly that I might, and she would send Leon along to take care of me. But my troubles were only half over when I had her consent. It was very probable I would be called a baby and sent back when I reached home, so I refused company and started alone. It seemed a mile past the cemetery. I was so tired I stopped, and leaning against the fence, peeped through at the white stones and the whiter mounds they covered, and wondered how my mother would feel if she were compelled to lay me beside the two little whooping cough and fever sisters already sleeping there. I decided that it would be so very dreadful, that the tears began to roll down my cheeks and freeze before they fell.
Down the Big Hill slowly I went. How bare it looked then! Only leafless trees and dried seed pods rattling on the bushes, the sand frozen, and not a rush to be seen for the thick blanket of snow. A few rods above the bridge was a footpath, smooth and well worn, that led down to the creek, beaten by the feet of children who raced it every day and took a running slide across the ice. I struck into the path as always; but I was too stiff to run, for I tried. I walked on the ice, and being almost worn out, sat on the bridge and fell to watching the water bubbling under the gla.s.sy crust. I was so dull a horse's feet struck the bridge before I heard the bells--for I had bells in my ears that day--and when I looked up it was the Princess--the Princess in her red dress and furs, with a silk hood instead of her hat, her sleigh like a picture, with a buffalo robe, that it was whispered about the country, cost over a hundred dollars, and her thoroughbred mare Maud dancing and prancing. ”Bless me! Is it you, Little Sister?” she asked. ”Shall I give you a ride home?”
Before I could scarcely realize she was there, I was beside her and she was tucking the fine warm robe over me. I lifted a pair of dull eyes to her face.
”Oh Princess, I am so glad you came,” I said. ”I don't think I could have gone another step if I had frozen on the bridge.”
The Princess bent to look in my face. ”Why, you poor child!” She exclaimed, ”you're white as death! Where are you ill?”
I leaned on her shoulder, though ordinarily I would not have offered to touch her first, and murmured: ”I am not ill, outdoors, only dull, sleepy, and freezing with the cold.”
”It was that window!” she exclaimed. ”I thought of it, but I trusted Laddie.”
That roused me a little.
”Oh Princess,” I cried, ”you mustn't blame Laddie! I knew it was too cold, but I wouldn't tell him, because if he put me down I couldn't see you, and we thought, but for your eyes being softer, you looked just like a cardinal.”
The Princess hugged me close and laughed merrily. ”You darling!” she cried.