Part 34 (2/2)
Following upon it, as musical numbers follow an overture, would come the dances for the debutantes, and Anne would be a debutante. In that far, tonight would be a sort of door closing against himself as one holding no members.h.i.+p in that circle whose edicts were written by Fas.h.i.+on. It was, however, of another phase of the matter that his present restiveness was born. Yesterday afternoon he had slipped into the emptiness of the Horse Show building for an inquisitive half hour, and had seen a hard bitten stable boy trying to rehea.r.s.e a stubborn roan over the jumps.
The heavy white bars stretching between the wings of the hurdle had looked to him--thinking then, as now, of Anne--disquietingly formidable and full of bone-breaking possibilities. This morning she was to acquaint herself with her mounts. She might even now be at the hazardous business. Suddenly Boone pushed back his papers, locked the drawer of his desk, and took down his hat and overcoat. He was playing hookey.
Steps hurried by anxiety carried him to the building, where the great roof was festively draped with bunting and where the smell of tanbark came up fresh to the nostrils. A stretch of empty galleries and vacant tiers of boxes gave an impression of roofed vastness, and he searched the s.p.a.cious arena, dotted here and there with knots of stable boys and blanketed horses, until he caught sight of Anne.
The mount to whose saddle she was at the moment being lifted was not rea.s.suring to his mood. To its bit rings hung a stable boy by both hands, and the boy's dogged set of countenance bespoke hostile distrust for his charge, whose nostrils were distended and ember red. Boone noted, too, as he hurried across the tanbark, that one of the animal's eyes showed that wicked patch of white which bespeaks, for a horse, a lawless predilection. As the girl settled herself, the beast flinched and s.h.i.+vered, and the stable boy seemed about to be lifted clear of the earth where he hung, anchoring the splendidly shaped but vicious head.
Just then Boone came up and heard a fellow, whom he took to be a trainer, speaking near his elbow.
”There ain't no jump that will stop him. He can skim six foot like a swallow and cop every ribbon at the show--if he's a mind to. And if he _ain't_ got a mind to, he'll just raise merry h.e.l.l and tear up the place.”
Then the groom cast loose, and the horse launched himself upward, plunging violently and las.h.i.+ng out with his fore-feet.
Boone halted and caught his breath with a nervous intake. He knew that Anne rarely and most reluctantly used a whip on a horse, and as he saw her lash fall twice, three times, with resolute sweeps that brought out welts upon the satin flanks, he realized that she had been warned upon what manner of horse she was to mount. It was a brief conflict of wills, then the red-nostrilled gelding came down to all fours and answered amenably to rein and bit. Round the arena he swept with the rhythm of his rapid gallop, breaking to a speedy dash as he neared the obstacles, rising upon a flawless and seemingly winged arc that skimmed the fences with swallow-like ease. Anne rode back flushed and triumphant, and as Boone came up, with breathing that was still quick, he heard the trainer voicing his commendation:
”You handled him like a professional, Miss Masters, and he takes a bit of handling, too. There ain't many ladies I'd be willin' to put up on him.” Then the practical Canadian added, as Anne slid down and laid her gloved hand on the steaming neck: ”He's a cla.s.sy-looking individual, ain't he now? You'd never guess that I took him out of a plough, would you?”
”Out of a plough!” echoed the girl. ”Why, he's a picture horse! His lines are almost perfect!”
The horseman nodded and grinned. ”He's all of that, ma'am, but just the same when I first saw him he was pulling a plough--or, rather, he was trying to run away with one. Of course he must of had the breeding somewhere way off. I reckon he's a throw-back, but if I hadn't come along and seen him he'd still be drudging away on a rocky farm in the hills. As it is, he's took blues and reds all through Canada and the East--and I've a notion you're going to ride him out the gate with a champions.h.i.+p tie on his brow-band tonight.”
As Boone turned away with Anne, the words seemed to ring in his ears: ”If I hadn't come along and seen him, he'd still be drudging away on a rocky farm in the hills.” It fitted his own case precisely, but it made him think, too. He wondered if the time would ever come when people would look at him in public places and find it hard to realize that his youth had been like that magnificent show horse's colthood--a life close to the clods.
Nothing could have kept Boone Wellver away from the Horse Show that evening, but he went with a self-confessed trepidation hard to conceal.
In the wide, barnlike foyer of the building, a vertigo of stage fright obsessed him. Never had he seen such a ma.s.sed and bewilderingly colourful display of evening dress, nor heard such a confused chorus of bright laughter, light talk and blaring orchestration. In the first dizziness of the impression he had the sense of intruding on Fas.h.i.+on vaunting itself unabashed to the trumpetings of heralds, and there swept back over him the positive pain of diffidence which he had felt that other time, when he stood in the open doorway of Colonel Wallifarro's house and announced that he had come to the party.
Inside, as he forced himself onward, his disquiet increased as the blaze of colour heightened and bloomed in the flower-like tiers of the boxes.
The glistening shoulders of women in filmy gowns, the sparkle of jewellery, the flash of silk hats and the nodding of pretty faces, all confused him as dry land things might confuse a fish, and he felt unintentionally impertinent when his sleeve of decent black brushed a soft arm white gloved to the shoulder.
Boone Wellver would have fled incontinently from that place had he not been held there by his anxiety for Anne, which would not be allayed until the ladies' hunters had been judged, the ribbons pinned on the fortunate head-stalls and the exit gates swung open and closed. And the jumping cla.s.s, with its spectacular dash of danger, was held for the last, as the climax is held for the curtain of the act.
CHAPTER XXIX
But while Boone waited for Anne to come into the ring he made no a.s.siduous search for her in the boxes, because, like many other men whose outward seeming is one of boldness, he was fettered by an inordinate shyness in this heavy atmosphere of the unaccustomed. Later Anne accused him of snubbing her. ”You pa.s.sed right by me a half dozen times,” she teased with violet mischief s.h.i.+mmering in her eyes. ”You wouldn't even look at me.”
”I was plain scared,” he made candid admission; ”but when you went into the ring I looked at you every minute.”
”You're jolly well right you did,” she laughed. ”You were glued to the rail, tramping down women and small children. Every time I came round I saw you there and your face haunted me like a spirit in purgatory. Your eyes were positively bulging with terror.”
”That's what you get,” Boone retorted calmly, ”for making a chicken-hearted fellow fall in love with you. I had to hang 'round and wait. I could no more pursue you through the roses and diamonds than a cat could follow you into water.”
The girl shook her head with a bewildered indulgence. ”I can't understand it,” she protested. ”There is nothing to be frightened about.”
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