Ordestoodquitemotionless,overcomebyastonishment。Herface,itslongovalframedinthebandsofthegrayveilandthedown—
turnedbrimofthehat,lookedupsmilingintohis。Thefreshairhaddeepenedthecolourbeneathherskinandhadblownloosestraylocksofthefineshadow—filledhair。Herredlips,withthequaintlyup—turnedcorners,smiledathimwithanewfrankness,andtheblackeyes——theeyessoblackastoresemblespots——hadlosttheirhalf—indolentreserveandbrimmedoverquitefranklywiththejoyoflife。Shescoopedupahandfulofthedry,cleansandfromeithersideofher,raiseditaloft,andletittrickleslowlybetweenherfingers。Thewindgthappearedatinyblackinsect,strugglingagainsttherolling,overwhelmingsands。
Withgreatcarethegirlscoopedthisnewcomeroutandsethimonthelevelground。ShelookeduphappilyatOrde,thrustingtheloosehairfrominfrontofhereyes。
"Iwasconvincedweoughttodigahole,"saidshegravely。"Now,let’sgosomewhereelse。"
Shearosetoherfeet,shakingthesandfreefromherskirts。
"Ithink,throughthesewoods,"shedecided。"Canwegetbacktotownthisway?"
ReceivingOrde’sassurance,sheturnedatoncedowntheslopethroughthefringeofscrubsprucesandjunipersintothetallwoods。Heretheairfellstill。Sheremarkedonhowwarmitseemed,andbegantountiefromoverherearsthenarrowbandofveilthatheldcloseherhat。
"Yes,"repliedOrde。"Thelumber—jackssaythatthewoodsarethepoorman’sovercoat。"
Shepausedtosavourthis,herheadononeside,herarmsupraisedtotheknot。
"Oh,Ilikethat!"saidshe,continuinghertask。Inamomentorsotheveilhungfree。Sheremoveditandthehat,andswungthembothfromonefinger,andthrewbackherhead。
"Hearallthebirds!"shesaid。
Softlyshebegantoutteracheepingnoisebetweenherlipsandteeth,lowandplaintive。Atoncethevolumeofbird—soundsaboutincreased;thehalf—seenflashesbecamemorefrequent。Asecondlaterthetwigswerealivewithtinywarblersandcreepers,flirtingfrombranchtobranch,withlarger,morecircumspectchewinks,catbirds,andfincheshoppingdownfromabove,verysilent,verygrave。Inthedepthsofthethicketstheshyerhermitandolivethrushesandtheovenbirdsrevealedthemselvesghost—like,orassea—growthsliftintoahalfvisibilitythroughtranslucentshadowsthecolourofthemselves。Allwereveryintent,veryearnest,veryinterested,eachafterhisownmanner,inthecomradeshipofthefeatherhoodheimaginedtobeutteringdistressfulcries。Afew,likethechickadees,quiveredtheirwings,openedtheirlittlemouths,fluttereddowntinybutaggressiveagainstthedisaster。
Othershoppedhereandthererestlessly,utteringplaintive,low—
tonedcheeps。Theshyestcontentedthemselvesbyadiscreet,silent,anddistantsympathy。ThreeorfourfreebootingJays,attractednotsomuchbythesupposedcallsforhelpasbycuriosity,flutteredamongthetopsofthetrees,utteringtheirharshnotes。
Finally,thegirlendedherperformanceinamusicallaugh。
"Runaway,Brighteyes,"shecalled。"It’sallright;nobody’sdamaged。"
Shewavedherhand。Asthoughatasignal,thehostshehadevokedmeltedbackintotheshadowsoftheforest。Onlythechickadee,impudentasever,retreatedscoldingratherostentatiously,andthejays,splendidintheirornateblue,screamedopinionsateachotherfromthetopsoftrees。
"Howwouldyouliketobeabird?"sheinquired。
"Hadn’tthought,"repliedOrde。
"Don’tyoueverindulgeinvainandidlespeculations?"sheinquired。"Nevermind,don’tanswer。It’stoomuchtoexpectofaman。"
Shesetherselfinidlemotiondowntheslope,swingingthehatattheendofitsveil,pausingtolookorlisten,hummingalittlemelodybetweenherclosedlips,throwingherheadbacktobreathedeepthewarmair,revellinginthewoodssoundsandwoodsodoursandwoodslifewithentireself—abandonment。Ordefollowedherinsilence。Sheseemedtobequitewithoutresponsibilityinregardtohim;andyetanoccasionalrandomremarkthrowninhisdirectionprovedthathewasnotforgotten。Finallytheyemergedfromthebeachwoods。
Theyfacedanopenrollingcountry。Asfarastheeyecouldreachweretheoldstumpsofpinetrees。Sometimestheystoodinplace,burnedandscarred,butattestingmutelytheabidingplaceofaspiritlongsincepassedaway。Sometimestheyhadbeenuprootedanddraggedtomarktheboundariesoffields,wheretheyraisedanabatisoftwistedrootstothesky。
Thegirlstoppedshortasshecamefacetofacewiththisopencountry。Theinneruplift,thathadlenttoheraspectthewide—
eyed,carelessjoyofachild,faded。Initsplacecameanewandseriousgravity。Sheturnedonhimtroubledeyes。
"Youdothis,"sheaccusedhimquitesimply。
Foranswerhemotionedtotheleftwherebelowthemlayawideandcultivatedcountryside——farmhousessurroundedbyelms;compactwoodlotsofhardwood;cropsandorchards,allfairandpleasantacrossthebosomofafertilenature。
"Andthis,"saidhe。"Thatvalleywasoncenothingbutapineforest——andsowasallthesouthernpartoftheState,thepeachbeltandthefarms。AndforthatmatterIndiana,too,andalltheotherforestStatesrightouttotheprairies。Wherewouldwebenow,ifweHADN’Tdonethat?"hepointedacrossatthestump—coveredhills。
Mischiefhaddrivenoutthegravityfromthegirl’seyes。Shehadloweredherheadslightlysidewiseasthoughtoconcealtheirexpressionfromhim。
"Iwasbeginningtobeafraidyou’dsay’yes—indeed,’"saidshe。
Ordelookedbewildered,thenrememberedtheIncubus,andlaughed。
"Ihaven’tbeenveryconversational,"heacknowledged。
"CertainlyNOT!"shesaidseverely。"Thatwouldhavebeenverydisappointing。Therehasbeennothingtosay。"Sheturnedandwavedherhatatthebeechwoodsfallingsombreagainsttheloweringsun。
"Good—bye,"shesaidgravely,"andpleasantdreamstoyou。Ihopethoseverysaucylittlebirdswon’tkeepyouawake。"ShelookedupatOrde。"Hewasrathernicetousthisafternoon,"sheexplained,"andit’salwayswelltobepolitetothemanyway。"ShegazedsteadilyatOrdeforsignsofamusement。Heresolutelyheldhisfacesympathetic。
"NowIthinkwe’llgohome,"saidshe。
Theymadetheirwaybetweenthestumpstotheedgeofthesand—hilloverlookingthevillage。Withoneaccordtheystopped。Thelow—
slantingsuncastacrossthevistaasleepylightofevening。
"Howwouldyouliketoliveinaplacelikethatallyourlife?"
askedOrde。
"Idon’tknow。"Sheweighedherwordscarefully。"Itwoulddepend。
Theplaceisn’tofsomuchimportance,itseemstome。It’sthelifeoneiscalledto。It’swhetheronefindshersoul’srealmornotthataplaceisliveableornot。Icanimagineenteringmykingdomatarailwaywater—tank,"shesaidquaintly,"ormissingitentirelyinabigcity。"
Ordelookedoutovertherawlittlevillagewithanewinterest。
"OfcourseIcanseehowaman’sworkcanlieinasmallplace,"
saidhe;"butawomanisdifferent。"
"Whyisawomandifferent?"shechallenged。"Whatisher’work,’asyoucallit;andwhyshouldn’tit,aswellasaman’s,lieinasmallplace?Whatiswork——outsideofdrudgery——unlessitiscorrespondenceofone’sabilitiestoone’stask?"
"Butthecompensations——"beganOrdevaguely。
"Compensations?"shecried。"Whatdoyoumean?Herearethewoodsandfields,theriver,thelake,thebirds,andthebreezes。We’llcheckthemoffagainstthetheatreandballs。Bookscanbehadhereaswellasanywhere。Astopeople:inalargecityyoumeetagreatmany,andthey’reallbusy,andunlessyoumakeanespecialandparticulareffort——whichyou’renotlikelyto——you’llseethemonlycasuallyandonceinagreatwhile。Inasmallplaceyouknowfewerpeople;butyouknowthemintimately。"Shebrokeoffwithahalf—
laugh。"I’mfromNewYork,"shestatedhumorously,"andyou’vemagickedmeintoaneloquentdefenseofPodunk!"ShelaughedupatOrdequitefrankly。"GiantStrides!"shechallengedsuddenly。Sheturnedofftheedgeofthesand—hill,andbegantoplungedownitsslope,leaningfarback,herarmsextended,increasingasmuchaspossiblethelengthofeachstep。Ordefollowedatfullspeed。
Whenthebottomwasreached,hesteadiedhertoahalt。Sheshookherself,straightenedherhat,andwoundtheveilaroundit。Herwholeaspectseemedtohavechangedwiththedescentintotheconventionalityofthevillagestreet。Theold,gentlethoughcapableandself—containedreservehadreturned。ShemovedbesideOrdewithdignity。
"IcamedownwithJaneandMrs。HubbardtoseeMr。HubbardoffontheboatforMilwaukeelastnight,"shetoldhim。"OfcoursewehadtowaitoverSunday。Mrs。HubbardandJanehadtoseesomerelativeorother;butIpreferredtotakeawalk。"
"Whereareyoustaying?"askedOrde。
"AttheBennetts’。Doyouknowwhereitis?"
"Yes,"repliedOrde。
TheysaidlittlemoreuntiltheBennetts’gatewasreached。Ordedeclinedtocomein。
"Good—night,"shesaid。"Iwanttothankyou。YoudidnotonceactasthoughyouthoughtIwassillyorcrazy。Andyoudidn’ttry,asalltherestofthemwould,toactsillytoo。Youcouldn’thavedoneit;andyoudidn’ttry。Oh,youmayhavefeltit——Iknow!"
Shesmiledoneofherquaintandquizzicalsmiles。"Butmenaren’tbuiltforfoolishness。Theyhavetoleavethattous。You’vebeenverynicethisafternoon;andit’shelpedalot。I’mgoodforquitealongstretchnow。Good—night。"
Shenoddedtohimandlefthimtongue—tiedbythegate。
Orde,however,walkedbacktothehotelinablackragewithhimselfoverwhathetermedhisimbecility。Asherememberedit,hehadmadejustoneconsecutivespeechthatafternoon。
"Joe,"saidhetoNewmark,atthehoteloffice,"what’sthepluralformofIncubus?Idimlyrememberitisn’t’busses。’"
"Incubi,"answeredNewmark。
"Thanks,"saidOrdegloomily。
XIII
IhaveHeinzman’scontractalldrawn,"saidNewmarkthenextmorning,"andIthinkI’llgoaroundwithyoutotheoffice。"
AttheappointedtimetheyfoundthelittleGermanawaitingthem,arotundsmileoffalsegood—natureilluminatinghisrosyface。Ordeintroducedhispartner。Newmarkimmediatelytookchargeoftheinterview。
"Ihaveexecutedherethecontract,andthebondssecuredbyMr。
Orde’sandmysharesofstockinthenewcompany,"heexplained。
"Itisonlynecessarythatyouaffixyoursignatureandsummontherequiredwitnesses。"
Heinzmanreachedhishandsforthepapers,beamingoverhisglassesatthetwoyoungmen。
Asheread,however,hissmilevanished,andhelookedupsharply。
"Vatisthis?"heinquired,anewcrispnessinhisvoice。"Youtoltme,"heaccusedOrde,"dotyouwerenotbreparedtobreakouttherollways。Youtoltmeyouwouldegspectmetodothatformyself。"
"Certainly,"agreedOrde。
"Vell,whydoyouputinthis?"demandedHeinzman,readingfromthepaperinhishand。"’Incasesaidrollwaysbelongingtosaidpartiesofthesecondpartarenotbrokenoutbythetimethedrivehasreachedthem,andincaseondemandsaidpartiesofthesecondpartdorefuseordonotexerciseduediligenceinbreakingoutsaidrollways,thesaidpartiesofthefirstpartshallthemselvesbreakoutsaidrollways,andthesaidpartiesofthesecondpartdoherebyagreetoreimbursesaidpartiesofthefirstpartattherateofadollarperthousandboardfeet。’"
"Thatismerelytoprotectourselves,"struckinNewmark。
"But,"explodedHeinzman,hisfacepurpling,"adollaratousandisabsurd!"
"Ofcourseitis,"agreedNewmark。"Weexpectittobe。Butalsoweexpectyoutobreakoutyourownrollwaysintime。Itisintendedasapenaltyincaseyoudon’t。"
"Ivillnotstandforsuchfoolishness,"poundedHeinzmanonthearmofhischair。
"Verywell,"saidNewmarkcrisply,reachingforthecontract。
ButHeinzmanclungtoit。
"Itisabsurd,"herepeatedinamildertone。"See,Ivillstrikeitout。"Hedidsowithafewdashesofthepen。
"Wehavenointention,"statedNewmarkwithdecision,"ofgivingyouthechancetohangupourdrive。"
Heinzmancaughthisbreathlikeachildabouttocryout。
"Sothatiswhatyouthink!"heshoutedatthem。"That’sthesortofmenyouthinkweare!I’llshowyouyoucannotcomeintohonestmen’sofficestoinsooltthembysuchinsinuations!"Hetorethecontractinpiecesandthrewitinthewastebasket。"Getoudtofhere!"hecried。
Newmarkaroseasdryandpreciseasever。Ordewasgoingredandwhitebyturns,andhishandstwitched。
"ThenIunderstandyoutorefuseouroffer?"askedNewmarkcoolly。
"Refuse!Yes!Youandyourwholekapoodle!"yelledHeinzman。
Hehoppeddownandfollowedthemtothegrilldoor,repeatingoverandoverthathehadbeeninsulted。Theclerksstaredinamazement。
Onceatthefootofthedarkstairsandintheopenstreet,Ordelookedupattheskywithadeepbreathofrelief。
"Whew!"saidhe,"thatwasaterror!We’vegoneoffthewrongfootthattime。"
Newmarklookedathimwithsomeamusement。
"Youdon’tmeantosaythatfooledyou!"hemarvelled。
"What?"askedOrde。
"Allthattalkaboutinsults,andtherestoftherubbish。Hesawwehadspottedhislittlescheme;andhehadtoretreatsomehow。Itwasasplainasthenoseonyourface。"
"Youthinkso?"doubtedOrde。
"Iknowso。Ifhewasmadatall,itwasonlyatbeingfoundout。"
"Maybe,"saidOrde。
"We’vegotanenemyonourhandsinanycase,"concludedNewmark,"andonewe’llhavetolookoutfor,Idon’tknowhowhe’lldoit;
buthe’lltrytomaketroubleontheriver。Perhapshe’lltrytoblockthestreambynotbreakinghisrollways。"
"Oneofthefirstthingswe’lldowillbetoboomthroughachannelwhereMr。Man’srollwayswillbe,"saidOrde。
AfaintgleamofapprovallitNewmark’seyes。
"Iguessyou’llbeequaltotheoccasion,"saidhedrily。
Beforetheafternoontrain,thereremainedfourhours。Thepartnersatoncehuntedoutthelittleone—storyframebuildingneartheriverinwhichJohnsonconductedhisbusiness。
Johnsonreceivedthemwithanevidentreserveofsuspicion。
"Iseenouseinit,"saidhe,passinghishandoverhishair"slicked"downinthelumber—jackfashion。"Icanrunmeownwidouthelpfromanyman。"
"Whichseemstosettlethat!"saidNewmarktoOrdeaftertheyhadleft。
"Oh,well,hisdriveissmall;andhe’sbehindus,"Ordepointedout。
"True,"saidNewmarkthoughtfully。
"Now,"saidNewmark,astheytrudgedbacktotheirhoteltogetlunchandtheirhand—bags。"I’llgettoworkatmypartofit。
ThispropositionofHeinzman’shasgivenmeanidea。I’mnotgoingtotrytosellthisstockoutside,buttothemenwhoowntimberalongtheriver。Thentheywon’tbeobjectingtothetolls;forifthecompanymakesanyprofits,partwillgotothem。"
"Goodidea!"criedOrde。
"I’lltakethesecontracts,toshowwecandothebusiness。"
"Allcorrect。"
"AndI’llseeaboutincorporation。AlsoI’lllookaboutandgetaproperofficeandequipments,andgetholdofabook—keeper。Ofcoursewe’llhavetomakethisourheadquarters。"
"Isupposeso,"saidOrdealittleblankly。Afteraninstanthelaughed。"Doyouknow,Ihadn’tthoughtofthat?We’llhavetolivehere,won’twe?"
"Also,"wentonNewmarkcalmly,"I’llbuythesuppliestothebestadvantageIcan,andseethattheygethereingoodshape。Ihaveourpreliminarylists,andasfastasyouthinkyouneedanything,sendarequisitionintome,andI’llseetoit。"
"AndI?"inquiredOrde。
"You’llgetrightattheconstruction。Gettheboomsbuiltandimprovetheriverwhereitneedsit。Begintogetyourcrew——I’mnotgoingtotellyouhow;youknowbetterthanIdo。Onlygeteverythinginshapefornextspring’sdrive。Youcanstartrightoff。Wehavemymoneytobeginon。"
Ordelaughedandstretchedhisarmsoverhishead。
"My!She’sanicebigjob,isn’tshe?"hecriedjoyously。
XIV
Orde,inspiteofhisactivities,managedtoseeCarrollBishoptwiceduringtheensuingweek。
OnhisreturnhomelateMondayafternoon,GrandmaOrdeinformedhimwithashrewdtwinklethatshewantedhimsurelyathomethefollowingevening。
"I’veaskedinthreeorfouroftheyoungpeopleforacandypull,"
saidshe。
"Who,mother?"askedOrde。
"Yourcrowd。TheSmiths,Collinses,JaneHubbard,andHer,"saidGrandmaOrde,whichprobablywenttoshowthatshehadinthemeantimebeenmakinginquiries,andwassatisfiedwiththem。
"Doyousupposethey’llcareforcandypulling?"hazardedOrdealittledoubtfully。
"Youmean,willshe?"counteredGrandma。"Well,Ihopeforbothyoursakessheisnotbeyondalittleold—fashionedfun。"
Soitproved。Theyoungpeoplestraggledinatanearlyhouraftersupper——everyonehadsupperinthosedays。CarrollBishopandJanearrivednearlythelast。Ordesteppedintothehalltohelpthemwiththeirwraps。Huponthevitalpointoftheevening。Hehadsaidsomethingaboutaplanfortheweekfollowing。
"ButyouforgetthatbythattimeIshallbegone,"saidshe。
"Gone!"heechoedblankly。"Where?"
"Home,"saidshe。"Don’tyourememberIamtogoSundaymorning?"
"Ithoughtyouweregoingtostayamonth。"
"Iwas,butI——certainthingscameupthatmadeitnecessaryformetoleavesooner。"
"I——I’msorryyou’regoing,"stammeredOrde。
"SoamI,"saidshe。"I’vehadaverynicetimehere。"
"ThenIwon’tseeyouagain,"saidOrde,stillgropingforrealisation。"ImustgotoMonroviato—morrow。ButI’llbedowntoseeyouoff。"
"Docome,"saidshe。
"It’snottobeforgood?"heexpostulated。"You’llbecomingback。"
Shethrewherhandspalmout,withaprettygestureofignorance。
"Thatisinthelapofthegods,"saidshe。
"WilewassurprisedasheapproachedMissBishoptolifthercloakfromhershoulders,tofindthatthetopofherdaintilypoisedhead,withitssoft,finehair,camewellbelowthelevelofhiseyes。Somehowherpoise,herslendergraceofmovementandofattitude,hadlenthertheimpressionofastatureshedidnotpossess。To—nighthereyes,whilefathomlessasever,shonequietlyinanticipation。
"Doyouknow,"shetoldOrdedelightedly,"Ihaveneverbeentoarealcandypullinmylife。Itwassogoodofyourmothertoaskme。Whatadearshelooksto—night。Andisthatyourfather?I’mgoingtospeaktohim。"
Sheturnedthroughthenarrowdoorintothelighted,low—ceilingedparlourwherethecompanywerechattingbusily。Ordemechanicallyfollowedher。HewasarrestedbythesoundofJaneHubbard’sslowgood—humouredvoicebehindhim。
"Now,Jack,"shedrawled,"Iagreewithyouperfectly;butthatisNOreasonwhyIshouldbeneglectedentirely。Comeandhangupmycoat。"
Fullofremorse,Ordeturned。JaneHubbardstoodaccusinglyinthemiddleofthehall,herplain,shrewd,good—humouredfacesmilingfaintly。Ordemetherfrankwideeyeswithsomeembarrassment。
"Hereitis,"saidJane,holdingoutthecoat。"Idon’tmuchcarewhetheryouhangitupornot。Ijustwantedtocallyoubacktowishyouluck。"Herslowsmilewidened,andhergrayeyesmethisstillmoreknowingly。
Ordeseizedthecoatandherhandatthesametime。
"Jane,you’reatrump,"saidhe。"Nowonderyou’rethemostpopulargirlintown。"
"OfcourseIam,Jack,"sheagreedindolently。Sheenteredtheparlour。
Thecandypullingwasasuccess。Ofcourseeverybodygotburnedalittleandspatteredagooddeal;butthatwastobeexpected。
Aftertheproducthadbeenbrokenandbeenpiledondishes,alltroopedtotheinformal"backsitting—room,"whereanopenfireinvitedtostoriesandgamesofthequietersort。Someofthegirlssatinchairs,thoughmostjoinedthemenonthehearth。
CarrollBishop,however,seemedpossessedofaspiritofrestlessness。Theplaceseemedtointeresther。Shewanderedhereandthereintheroom,lookingnowatthewalnut—framedphotographofUncleJimOrde,nowatthegreatpinkconchshellseithersidethedoor,nowatthemarble—toppedtablewithitssquarepaper—
weightofpolishedagateanditsglass"bell,"beneathwhichstoodaverylife—likerobin。This"backsitting—room"containedlittleinthewayofornament。Itwasfilled,onthecontrary,witholdcomfortablechairs,andworncalf—backedbooks。Thegirlpeeredatthetitlesofthese;butthegas—jetshadbeenturnedlowinfavourofthefirelight,andshehadtogiveovertheefforttoidentifythevolumes。OnceshewanderedclosetoGrandmaOrde’scushionedwoodenrocker,andpassedherhandlightlyovertheoldlady’sshoulder。
"DoyoumindifIlookatthings?"sheasked。"It’ssodearandsweetandoldanddifferentfromourNewYorkhomes。"
"Lookallyouwantto,dearie,"saidGrandmaOrde。
Afteramomentshepassedintothedining—room。HereOrdefoundher,herhandslinkedinfrontofher。
"Oh,itissoquaintanddelightful,"sheexhaledslowly。"Thisdear,dearoldhousewithitslowceilingsanditsqueerhaphazardlines,anditsdeepwindows,anditsoldpictures,andqueerunexpectedthingsthattakeyourbreathaway。"
"Itisoneoftheoldesthousesintown,"saidOrde,"andIsupposeitispicturesque。But,yousee,Iwasbroughtuphere,soI’musedtoit。"
"Waituntilyouleaveit,"saidsheprophetically,"andliveawayfromit。Thenallthesethingswillcomebacktoyoutomakeyourheartacheforthem。"
Theyrambledabouttogether,Orde’senthusiasmgraduallykindlingattheflameofherown。HeshowedherthemarvellousandpainstakingpencilsketchofNapoleonlookingoutoveramaltese—crosssunsetdonebyAuntMarthaattheageoften。Ithungframedintheupperhall。
"Ithasalwaysbeenthere,eversinceIcanremember,"saidOrde,"andithasseemedtobelongthere。I’veneverthoughtofitasgoodorbad,justasbelonging。"
"Iknow,"shenodded。
InthisspiritalsotheyviewedtheplasterstatueofWashingtoninthelowerhall,andtheRoger’sgroupintheparlour。Theglasscabinetof"curiosities"interestedhergreatly——thecarvedivorychessmen,thedriedsea—weeds,thestonefromSugarLoafRock,thebitfromthlyouwritemeoccasionally?"hebegged。
"Astothat——"shebegan——"I’maverypoorcorrespondent。"
"Butwon’tyouwrite?"heinsisted。
"Idonotmakeitacustomdeespeciallyhadaninfinitudeofdetailsonhishands。Thefatnote—
bookinhissidepocketfilledrapidlywithroughsketches,lists,andestimates。Constantlyheinterviewedmenofallkinds——
rivermen,millmen,contractors,boatbuilders,hardwaredealers,pile—drivercaptains,builders,wholesalegrocerymen,cooks,axe—
men,choreboys——allalittleworldinitself。
Thesignsofprogresssoonmanifestedthemselves。BelowBigBendthepile—driverswereatwork,thesquaremassesoftheirhammersrisingrapidlytothetopsofthederricks,theretopauseamomentbeforedroppingswiftlytoadullTHUMP!Theywereplacingalong,compactrow,whichshouldbetheouterbulwarksseparatingthesorting—boomsfromthechanneloftheriver。Ashorethecarpenterswereknockingtogetheralong,lowstructureforthecook—houseandalargerbuilding,destinedtoserveasbunk—housefortheregularboom—crew。Therewouldalsobeablacksmith’sforge,astorehouse,atoolandsupply—house,abarn,andsmallseparateshantiesforthemarriedmen。Belowmorelabourerswithpicks,ewreckoftheNORTHSTAR,thegoldandsilvershells,theglitteringgeodesandpyrites,thesandal—woodfan,andallthehundredandoneknick—knacksitwasthenthecustomtocollectunderglass。Theyevenventuredpartwayupthecreakyatticstairs,butitwastoodarktoenterthatmysteriousregion。
"Ihearthedripofwater,"shewhispered,herfingeronherlips。
"It’sthetank,"saidOrde。
"AndhasitaDarkPlacebehindit?"shebegged。
"That’sjustwhatithas,"saidhe。
"And——tellme——arethererealhairtrunkswithbrassknobson’em?"
"Yes,motherhastwoorthree。"
"O—o—h!"shebreathedsoftly。"Don’ttellmewhat’sinthem。I
wanttobelieveinbrocadesandsashes。Doyouknow,"shelookedathimsoberly,"Ineverhadanydarkplacesbehindthetank,normysterioustrunks,whenIwasachild。"
"Youmightbeginnow,"suggestedOrde。
"DoyoumeantoinsinuateIhaven’tgrownup?"shemocked。"Thankyou!LookOUT!"shecriedsuddenly,"theBoojumwillcatchus,"andpickingupherskirtsshefairlyflewdownthenarrowstairs。Ordecouldhearthelightswishofherdraperiesdownthehall,andthenthepatofherfeetonthestaircarpetofthelowerflight。
Hefollowedratherdreamily。Aglanceintothesitting—roomshowedthegroupgatheredclosearoundthefirelisteningtoLemCollin’sattemptataghoststory。Shewasnotthere。Hefoundher,then,intheparlour。Shewaskneelingonthefloorbeforetheglasscabinetofcuriosities,andshehadquiteflattenedherlittlenoseagainstthepane。Athisexclamationshelookedupwithalaugh。
"Thisistheproperaltitudefromwhichtoviewacabinetofcuriosities,"saidshe,"andsomethingtellsmeyououghttoflattenyournose,too。"Sheheldoutbothhandstobehelpedup。"Oh,WHATahouseforachild!"shecried。
Afterthecompanyhadgone,Ordestoodlongbythefrontgatelookingupintotheinfinitespaces。Somehow,andvaguely,hefeltthenighttobeakintoherelusivespirit。Fartherandfartherhissoulpenetratedintoitsdepths;andyetotherdepthslaybeyond,othermysteries,otherunguessedrealms。Andyetitsbeautywasthesimplicityofspaceanddarkandthestars。
Thenexttimehesawherwasatherownhouse——orratherthehouseofthefriendshevisited。OrdewenttocallonFridayeveningandwasluckyenoughtofindthegirlshomeandalone。AfteradecentintervalJanemadeanexcuseandwentout。Theytalkedonagreatvarietyofsubjects,andwithaconsiderableapproachtowardintimacy。NotuntilnearlytimetogodidOrdestumbletowritetoyoungmen。"
"Oh!"hecried,believinghimselfenlightened。"WillyouanswerifIwriteyou?"
"Thatdepends。"
"Onwhat?"
"Onwhetherthereisareplytomake。"
"ButmayIwriteyou?"
"IsupposeIcouldn’tverywellpreventyou,ifyouweresuretoputonathree—centstamp。"
"Doyouwantmeto?"persistedOrde。
Shebegangentlytolaugh,quitetoherself,asthoughenjoyingajokeentirelywithinherownpersonalprivilege。
"Youaresodirectandpersistentandboy—like,"saidshepresently。
"Nowifyou’llbeverygood,andnotwhispertotheotherlittlepupils,I’lltellyouhowtheydosuchthingsusually。"Shesatupstraightfromthedepthsofherchair,herwhite,delicatelytaperingforearmsrestinglightlyonherknees。"Youngmendesiringtocommunicatewithyoungladiesdonotaskthembluntly。Theymakesomeexcuse,likesendingabook,amagazine,amarkednewspaper,orevenabitofdesiredinformation。Atthesametime,theysendnotesinformingthegirlofthefact。Thegirlisnaturallyexpectedtoacknowledgethepoliteness。Ifshewishesthecorrespondencetocontinue,sheasksaquestion,orinsomeotherwayleavesanopening。Doyousee?"
"Yes,Isee,"saidOrde,slightlycrestfallen。"Butthat’salongtimetowait。Iliketofeelsettledaboutathing。Iwantedtoknow。"
Shedroppedbackagainstthecushionedslantofhereasychair,andlaughedagain。