Part 42 (1/2)

”I do admire Miss Warren very much--now as much as ever. I admire a great many ladies, especially your mother. I never knew a truer, kinder lady.”

”And if it had not been for thee, Richard, she might have been burned up,” and tears came into his eyes.

”Oh, no, Reuben. You could have got them all out easily enough.”

”I fear I would have lost my head.”

”No, you wouldn't; you are not of that kind. Please say no more about that affair. I've heard too much of it.”

”Does thee think thee'll be able to come down to dinner? Mother and father and all of us will be awfully disappointed if thee isn't.”

”Yes, I'll come down if you'll stand by me, and help me back when I give you the wink. I won't go down till dinner's ready; after it's over you can help me out under some tree. I'm just wild to get out of doors.”

I had a consuming desire to retrieve myself, and prove that I was not weakness personified, and I pa.s.sed through the ordeal of dinner much better than I expected. Mr. Hearn was benignness itself, but I saw that he was very observant. The shrewd Wall Street man had the eye of an eagle when his interests were concerned, and he very naturally surmised that no one could have seen so much of Miss Warren as I had, and still remain entirely indifferent; besides, he may have detected something in my manner or imagined that the peculiar events of the past few weeks had made us better acquainted than he cared to have us.

Miss Warren's greeting was cordial, but her manner toward me was so quiet and natural that he had no cause for complaint, and I felt that I had rather be drawn asunder by wild horses than give him a clew to my feelings. I took a seat next to Mr. Yocomb, and we chatted quietly most of the time. The old gentleman was greatly pleased about something, and it soon came out that Mr. Hearn had promised him five hundred dollars to put a new roof on the meeting-house and make other improvements. I drew all the facts readily from the zealous Friend, together with quite a history of the old meeting-house, for I proposed to make a complimentary item of the matter in my paper, well knowing how grateful such incense was to the banker's soul. Mr. Hearn, who sat nearest to us, may have heard my questions and divined my purpose, for he was peculiarly gracious.

I was not able to do very much justice to Mrs. Yocomb's grand dinner, but was unstinted in my praise. The banker made amends for my inability, and declared he had never enjoyed such a repast, even at Delmonico's. I though Miss Warren's appet.i.te flagged a little, but to the utmost extent of my power I kept my eyes and thoughts from her.

After dinner Reuben helped me to a breezy knoll behind the dwelling, and spreading some robes from the carriage-house under a wide-branching tree, left me, at my request, to myself. The banker now had his way, and carried Miss Warren off to a distant grove. I would not look at them as they went down the lane together, but shut my eyes and tried to breathe in life and health.

Adah read to the two little girls for some time, and then came hesitatingly toward me. I feigned sleep, for I was too weak and miserable to treat the girl as she deserved. She stood irresolutely a moment or two, and then slowly and lingeringly returned to the house.

My feigning soon became reality, and when I awoke Reuben was sitting beside me, and I found had covered me well to guard against the dampness of the declining day.

”You are always on hand when I need you most,” I said smilingly. ”I think I will go back to my room now, while able to make a respectable retreat.”

I saw Mr. Hearn and Miss Warren entering the house, and thought that they had had a long afternoon together, but that time no doubt had pa.s.sed more quickly with them than with me, even though I had slept for hours. When reaching the parlor door I saw Miss Warren at the piano; she turned so quickly as almost to give me the impression that she was waiting to intercept me.

”Would you not like to hear your favorite nocturne again?” she asked, with a friendly smile.

I hesitated, and half entered the parlor. Her face seemed to light up with pleasure at my compliance. How divine she appeared in the quaint, simple room! I felt that I would gladly give the best years of my life for the right to sit there and feast my eyes on a grace and beauty that to me were indescribable and irresistible; but the heavy tread of the banker in the adjoining room reminded me that I had no right--that to see her and to listen would soon become unendurable pain. I had twice been taught my weakness.

”Thank you,” I said, with a short, dry laugh; ”I'm sorely tempted, but it's time I learned that for me discretion is certainly the better part of valor,” and I turned away, but not too soon to see that her face grew sad and wistful.

”Heaven bless her kind heart!” I murmured as I wearily climbed the stairs.

Adah brought me up my supper long before the others were through, and I felt a faint remorse that I had feigned sleep in the afternoon, even though my motive had been consideration for her as truly as for myself.

”Miss Adah!” I exclaimed, ”you are growing much too unselfish. Why didn't you get your supper first?”

”I've had all I wish. I'm not hungry to-night.”

”Truly, you look as if you lived on roses; but you can't thrive long on such unsubstantial diet. It was real good of you to read to those children so long. If I had been an artist, I would have made a sketch of you three. You and that little dark-eyed girl make a lovely contrast.”

”I like her,” she said simply; ”I feel as if I wanted some one to pet.

Can't I read to you while you eat your supper?”

”I'd rather have you talk to me: what do you think of the little girl's father?”

”I haven't thought much about him.”