JIM'S RELEASE
On the morning after his pursuit of Shanks, Jim was conscious of a flat
reaction. Dick's story and the excitement of the chase had helped him
to forget his troubles, but now he was cool they returned. He had
promised to marry Evelyn and found out, too late, that he loved
another. There was no use in railing at his folly, although this was
great, and it was futile to wonder how he had so grossly misunderstood
his feelings. Evelyn was all he thought her, but romantic admiration
and respect for her fine qualities were not love. The important thing
was that she held his promise and he must make it good.
There was no other way. Carrie knew he loved her, but she had shown
him his duty. If he drew back and broke with Evelyn, he would earn her
contempt; Carrie was very staunch and put honor first. Anyhow, he was
going to draw back; he had been a fool, but he could pay. The trouble
was, Evelyn was clever and might find him out. His face went grim as
he thought about it; the strain of pretending, the effort to be kind.
For all that, the effort must be made, and perhaps by and by things
would be easier.
For a week he was quiet and moody and tried to occupy himself at the
dyke. The evenings were the worst, because it soon got dark and he
must talk to Jake and Carrie and try to look calm. Then he was puzzled
about other things. Evelyn had gone to London and had not written to
him. A few days afterwards, Dick, too, went to town, and Mrs. Halliday
did not know why he had gone. Jim thought this strange, but it was not
important.
Coming home one evening from the marsh, he found Dick with the others
in the hall. It was nearly dark, but there was a bright fire and
Carrie was making tea. Dick kneeled on the rug, toasting muffins on a
long fork, and laughed when Carrie bantered him about being afraid to
scorch his hands. Jim envied Dick, and remembered with poignant regret
the days when he had helped Carrie by the camp-fire in the woods. Then
Dick looked up and Jim thought him embarrassed.
"Hallo, Dick!" he said. "When did you get back?"
Dick said he arrived in the morning, and Jim asked if he had met Evelyn
in town.
"I did," Dick replied. "She was pretty well, but it's two or three
days since. She said she'd write to you."
Jim nodded. Dick's voice was careless, but Jim thought his
carelessness was forced. Then he turned to Carrie. "Did the postman
call?"
"Yes," said Carrie. "Your mail is on the table."
Jim got the letters and lighting a lamp sat down in an easy-chair. The
envelope with the London postmark was from Evelyn, but he would sooner
read her note when he was alone. He opened another and presently
looked up.
"Martin has written to me from Vancouver. The Irrigation Company has
won the lawsuit and proved its claim to the water-rights. The shares
are going up again, and Martin's hopeful about the future. I can sell
out for face value, but he urges me to hold."
"Ah," said Carrie, "that's good news! You can trust Martin. I expect
the company has straightened up because they made him a director."
"It's very possible. He sends your mother and you greetings and hopes
you haven't forgotten him."
"One doesn't forget men like that," Carrie replied. "Martin's all
white; clever and strong and straight. But doesn't this mean you have
got over your troubles?"
"I suppose I can go ahead with the dykes," said Jim.
He was quiet afterwards and let the others talk, until Carrie got up
and went away with Mrs. Winter and Jake. When the door shut Dick
looked up.
"Has Evelyn written to you?"
"Yes," said Jim. "I haven't read her note yet."
"I don't know if that is strange or not, but perhaps you had better
read it. I expect it will clear the ground for me and I have something
to say."
Jim opened the envelope and braced himself, for he was half-ashamed of
the satisfaction he got from the first few lines; moreover, he did not
want Dick to know what he felt. Evelyn was apologetic, but she set him
free.
"I thought I loved you, Jim," she said. "I wanted to be brave and
simple, but found it would cost too much. Now I hope you won't be
hurt, and by and by perhaps you will be glad I let you go. You will go
far, Jim, with your large stride, fronting the storms you love; but I
could not have taken your path. Mine must be sheltered and smooth----"
There was more, for Evelyn wrote with some feeling in a romantic
strain, but Jim had read enough. His look was puzzled as he turned to
Dick.
"Your sister has turned me down," he said. "The grounds she gives are
good enough. I imagine you knew?"
"I did know. I suspected for some time that she would do so, but she
did not tell me until I was in town."
"Then I don't understand----"
Dick hesitated before he replied: "Lance said something at Dryholm that
I thought ominous. He declared I'd be sorry, and I bothered about it
for a day or two. Then I saw a light and got the next train to town.
He meant that he was going to marry Evelyn."
"That's unthinkable! Besides, Evelyn was then pledged to marry me."
"It looks as if you didn't know Lance yet; I'm not sure you altogether
know Evelyn. Anyhow, I saw her and stopped the thing. I think she got
a bad jolt when I told her about the punt."
Jim looked at the date on the note. "When did you see her?"
Dick told him and he pondered. Then he said, "She wrote to me after
she knew about the punt, although you imply that she agreed to marry
Lance before. It's puzzling."
"I've got to be frank," Dick replied. "Evelyn is not like Carrie; she
takes the easiest line. I Imagine she meant to say nothing until she
had quietly married Lance. Then we'd have been forced to accept the
situation." He paused and his face got red as he resumed: "I'm
thankful I was not too late, but I'm sorry I could not find Lance."
Jim was silent for a time. He had believed in Evelyn after
illumination had come on the sands. Although he knew his imagination
had cheated him, he owned her charm and his respect for her was strong.
Now he had got a jar. Evelyn was not the girl he had thought; it
looked as if she were calculating, unscrupulous, and weak. If she had
let him go before she had agreed to marry Lance, he could have forgiven
her much. He was savage with himself. It was for Evelyn's sake he had
lost Carrie, who was tender, brave, and staunch.
By and by he roused himself and asked: "Have you told your mother?"
"I have not. I felt I was forced to tell you, but it would be better
that nobody else should know. Florence, with whom Evelyn stayed, will
not talk."
Jim nodded. "You can trust me, Dick. The statements in this letter
are enough; Evelyn imagined she could not be happy with me, and she
was, no doubt, right!"
"You're a good sort, Jim," said Dick with some embarrassment. "It's
not strange you feel sore. It cost me something to be frank;
apologizing for one's sister is hard."
"It's done with," Jim said quietly, and as Dick got up a servant came
in with a pink envelope.
"A telegram for Mr. Halliday," she said. "As Mrs. Halliday was not at
home, the gardener brought it on."
The servant went out and Dick laughed harshly when he read the telegram.
"Evelyn was married this morning, but not to Lance," he said. "Well, I
expect mother will be satisfied. From one point of view, the marriage
is good."
"Then, you know the man?" said Jim, who sympathized with Dick's'
bitterness.
"I do," said Dick, very dryly. "He's rich and getting fat, but on the
whole, I imagine he's as good a husband as Evelyn deserves. I
sometimes thought he wanted her and she quietly held him off; it looks
as if she had lost no time now." He paused and the blood came to his
skin as he resumed: "I'm breaking rules, this is rotten bad form, but
you ought to be thankful you hadn't the misfortune to marry into our
family."
Jim put his hand on the other's arm. "Stop it, Dick! You have been
honest and we are friends. But I think you have said enough."
"Then give me a drink and let me go. I need bracing; the thing has
knocked me off my balance."
"Here you are," said Jim, who went to a cupboard, and Dick lifted his
glass.
"Good luck, Jim! You are lucky, you know. But if you're not a fool,
you'll marry Carrie Winter."
He went out and Jim sat down again, looking straight in front, with
knitted brows. He did not know how long he mused, but he got up
abruptly when Carrie came in. She glanced at him curiously when he
indicated a chair, and for a few moments he stood opposite, irresolute
and frowning. Then he gave her Evelyn's note.
"After all, there is no reason you shouldn't read this," he said.
Carrie took the note and Jim thought her hand trembled when she
returned it.
"I'm sorry, Jim!"
"I don't want you to be sorry; I want you to understand. Evelyn
married somebody else this morning. Dick got a telegram."
"Ah," said Carrie, "I suppose it hurt?"
"Let's be frank! It couldn't hurt my vanity, because I had none left.
For all that, I got a knock. You see, I trusted Evelyn, and after the
night on the sands felt myself a shabby cur; but I meant to keep my
promise."
Carrie's face flushed delicately, although her voice was calm as she
said, "I did not trust Evelyn. The trouble was, I couldn't warn you."
"Yet you wanted to warn me? Oh, I know! You have stood between me and
trouble before, but this job was too big. It was not your pluck that
failed; you knew my obstinacy----"
He stopped and Carrie was silent. He moved a few paces and came back.
"Can't you speak?" he asked.
"What am I to say, Jim?"
"Well," he said hoarsely, "if you won't talk, you can listen. You have
borne with my moods and I've got to let myself go now or be quiet for
good; I'm something of a savage, but I've had to fight for all I wanted
and winning made me proud. It gave me a ridiculous confidence. Well,
I expect I reached the top of my folly when I got Evelyn. Then our
adventure on the sands knocked me flat; I knew myself a despicable
fool. I'd taken the best you had to give; let you nurse me when I was
sick, and cook for me in the woods. I knew your worth and chose
Evelyn! Then, when I'd promised to marry her, I took you in my arms
and kissed you!"
"Yet you meant to marry her; that was rather fine, Jim," said Carrie
quietly.
"I don't know if it was fine or not; it might have made bad worse.
Besides, you showed me you would be firm, although you knew I loved
you."
"Yes; I did know. You made good in Canada; I wanted you to make good
at Langrigg."
Jim thrilled with strong emotion. "Oh, my dear! My staunch and
generous dear! But I'm going to put your generosity to another test.
I ought to have gone away and made things easier for you; I ought to
have waited, to save your pride, but it would have been too hard.
Well, I'm taking a horribly wrong line, but I want you, and you know me
for what I am. If you think I'm too mean, I'll sell Langrigg and go
away for good."
Carrie got up and looked at him with steady eyes. Then her face
softened and she gave him a tender smile.
"You are rather foolish, Jim, but you mean well and I am satisfied."
He stood still for a moment, as if he doubted what he had heard, and
she said quietly, "If my pride needed saving, it would be very small."
"My dear!" he said, and took her in his arms.
A few minutes afterwards, Jake and Mrs. Winter came in and Jim
remarked: "You have owned you like the Old Country and I've urged you
to stay."
"When the dykes are finished we must go," Mrs. Winter replied. "You
are kind, but we know where we belong----"
She stopped and looked sharply at Carrie, who stood by Jim and smiled.
Her color was high and her face and pale-green dress cut against the
background of somber oak. Her pose was graceful but proud. Jim
remembered her coming down the stairs on her first evening in the
house; she had looked like that then. Somehow one felt she was there
by right.
"If you go, you must leave me," she said. "I belong to Langrigg and
Jim."
Mrs. Winter advanced and kissed her and Jake gave Jim his hand. "For a
time, it looked as if we were going to lose you, partner. Still I felt
you would come back to us."
"I don't know if I've come back or gone forward," Jim rejoined. "All
that's important is, Carrie and I go on together."
For half an hour they engaged in happy talk and when, after dinner,
Carrie and Jim were again alone, she said, "You have forgotten
something. Oughtn't we to tell Bernard?"
"Of course," Jim agreed. "Somehow I think he'd like it if you wrote
the note."
Carrie sent him for a pen and soon after he came back fastened and gave
him the envelope.
"I suppose I ought to feel nervous, but I don't," she said. "I was
never afraid of Bernard."
Next evening Bernard came to dinner. Jim and his party met him in the
hall, but he signed the others back when Carrie gave him her hand.
"I am the head of the house and claim my right," he said and kissed
her. "Some day Jim will take my place and I think he will fill it
well."
Carrie blushed, but Jim noted with a thrill of pride that she carried
herself finely. He thought she understood that Bernard had formally
acknowledged her. It was strange to know this was the girl who had
made his bread and mended his clothes in the woods, but after all, the
difference was only in her surroundings. Carrie had not changed.
"I don't mind confessing I plotted for this," Bernard resumed with a
twinkle, and took a leather box from his pocket. He opened the box and
a row of green jewels set in rough gold sparkled in the light.
"My wife last wore them; they were my grandmother's, and date farther
back," he said. "Now they are yours, and I would like you to put them
on."
Carrie stood quiet for a moment, with the jewels in her hand, while her
color came and went. For all that, she looked calm and rather proud.
She remembered that Bernard had not given the necklace to Evelyn.
"I have not worn such things, and I am the first of my kind to put on
these stones," she said.
Bernard bowed. "Brave and good women have worn them. I have studied
human nature and give them to you. This is not altogether because you
are going to marry Jim."
Carrie drew the stones round her neck and fastened the clasp. The
blood came to her skin and she looked strangely vivid, but in a moment
or two her glance became soft.
"You are kind and your trust means much," she said. "For one thing, it
means I must make good. Jim's inheritance must be managed well. We
will try to rule at Langrigg as his people ruled."
THE END
End of Project Gutenberg's Partners of the Out-Trail, by Harold Bindloss