Part 96 (2/2)
”Why?”
”Of course, Natalie and I won't marry until she is of age; that is a good year and a half yet. Did you hear of Calabressa's mad proposal that he should extort from Lind his consent to our marriage as the price of the good news that he, Calabressa, had to reveal? Like him, wasn't it?
an ingenious scheme.”
”What did you say?”
”Why, what could I say? I would not be put under any obligation to Lind on any account whatever. We can wait; it is not a long time.”
The moonlight waned, and there was another light slowly declaring itself in the east. The two friends continued talking, and did not notice how that the cold blue light beyond the sea was gradually yielding to a silver-gray. The pilot and first mate, who were on the bridge, had just been joined by the captain.
The silver-gray in its turn gave place to a clear yellow, and high up one or two flakes of cloud became of a saffron-red. Then the burning edge of the sun appeared over the waves; the world lightened; the masts and funnels of the steamer caught the glory streaming over from the east. The s.h.i.+p seemed to waken also; one or two stragglers came tumbling up from below, rubbing their eyes, and staring strangely around them; but as yet no land was in sight.
The sunrise now flooded the sky and the sea; the number of those on deck increased; and at last there was an eager pa.s.sing round of binoculars, and a murmur of eager interest. Those with sharp eyes enough could make out, right ahead, in the midst of the pale glow of the morning, a thin blue line of coast.
The great steamer surged on through the sunlit waters. And now even those who were without gla.s.ses could distinguish, here and there along that line of pale-blue land, a touch of yellowish-white; and they guessed that the new world there was already s.h.i.+ning with the light of the new day. Brand felt a timid, small hand glide into his. Natalie was standing beside him, her beautiful black hair a trifle dishevelled, perhaps, and her eyes still bearing traces of her having been in the realm of dreams; but those eyes were full of tenderness, nevertheless, as she met his look. He asked her if she could make out that strip of coast beyond the s.h.i.+ning waters.
”Can you see, Natalie? It is our future home!”
”Oh yes, I can see it,” she said; ”and the sunrise is there before us: it is a happy sign.”
There remains to be added only this--that about the last thing Natalie Lind did before leaving England was to go and plant some flowers, carefully and tenderly, on Kirski's grave; and that about the first thing she did on landing in America was to write to Madame Potecki, asking her to look after the little Anneli, and sending many loving messages: for this girl--or, rather, this beautiful child, as Calabressa would persist in calling her--had a large heart, that could hold many affections and many memories, and that was not capable of forgetting any one who had been kind to her.
THE END.
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