Part 4 (1/2)
”And you have been home, how long?”
”Three months. Honestly, I meant to buckle down to something right off, but Cropsie Decker got this offer to go to the Orient for the _Herald-Post_, and asked me to go along. I was keen about it until--until I came down here.”
They were both silent for a while, watching a spider that was exploring Don's boot-lace.
”It all seems so footless now. What I want is a house of my own, a home, I mean. I never had much of that sort of thing--I'm not quite sure I knew what a home was until I saw Thornwood.”
”Isn't it dear?” asked Miss Lady with a loving look over her shoulder at the old house silhouetted against the sky. ”I could kiss every brick of it, I love it so.”
”I wish I didn't have to go back to town tonight!” burst out Donald inconsequentially. ”I wish I never had to go back to it!”
”Why?”
”Oh, for lots of reasons. I'm a different fellow down here in the country, with things to do, and the right sort of things to think about, and--and you! You see,” he smiled without looking up, ”I'm not much good in town.”
”How do you mean?” asked Miss Lady, with disconcerting frankness.
Donald shrugged his broad shoulders: ”Oh! I don't know. I get into things before I know it. This Eastern trip, now; it sounded great when I said I'd go, Cropsie is a regular bird, the best fellow in the world to go on such a lark with, but--”
Miss Lady shot a glance at the handsome, boyish, irresponsible face beside her.
”Don't go, Don!” she whispered impulsively; ”stay here and buy your farm!”
”You mean it!” he demanded, seizing her hands. ”You want me to stay?”
The blood surged into her cheeks, but she did not withdraw her hands.
Into her eager, luminous eyes had leapt the response that had been held in abeyance all afternoon.
”If I stay,” he pressed hotly, ”if I settle down and behave myself, and make good, you'll promise me--”
”Jimpson!” thundered a familiar voice from the road. ”That good-for-nothing, lazy n.i.g.g.e.r, why don't he come help me with these things? Jimpson!”
”I'll tell him, Dad!” called Miss Lady, springing from the hammock.
”But wait!” pleaded Donald, ”just a minute. I've got to beat that storm to town, and tell Decker the trip is off. But I'll be back in the morning! Perhaps to breakfast. Oh, my darling, I am so happy! Say you love me! Say it!”
Old Mike stirred in his slumbers, then opened one eye. It was evidently time for him to take some action. When two young people are standing very close with clasped hands and love-lit eyes in the dim fragrance of an old garden, even a dog of a chaperon knows that it is time to interfere! With great presence of mind he discovered an imaginary squirrel in the hedge directly beside them, and set up such a furious barking that Miss Lady looked around and laughed. For a second she stood, her head thrown back, a teasing, half-shy, half-daring look on her face, then she dropped a swift kiss on the hand that clasped hers, and without a word went flying crimson-cheeked up the lilac-bordered path.
CHAPTER III
Donald Morley rode back to town through the coming storm, in that particular state of ecstasy that mortals are permitted to enjoy but once in a lifetime. Not that falling in love was a novel sensation; on the contrary a varied experience had made him agreeably familiar with all the symptoms. But this, he a.s.sured himself with pa.s.sionate vehemence, was something altogether and absolutely different. Between now and that morning when he had idly ridden out to Wicker's in search of a farm, lay a sea as wide as Destiny!
There in the country he had unexpectedly come upon his fate and with characteristic impetuosity had pursued and overtaken it. Other girls may have stirred his heart, but it had remained for a wild little pagan of the woods to stir his soul. He had laid bare to her the most secret places of his being, had confessed his sins, and received absolution.
From this time on the frivolities of youth lay behind him, and ambition sat upon his brow. He would cut out the trip to the Orient, buy a farm and settle down to work as if he hadn't a penny in the world. Once the Colonel was made to recognize his worth, the gates of Paradise would be open!
He thought of the home he would build for her, and the flowers that would encompa.s.s it, of the horses and dogs they would have and perhaps--The memory of her face as she clasped Chick in the road flashed over him, and he straightened his shoulders suddenly and smiled almost tremulously. Yes, he'd be worthy of her, from this time forward life should hold no higher privilege!