LOVE'S-CHARM
Through the great network of branches of maples, birches, and other
trees the light of a new day sifted down upon a little lake about a
mile back from the settlement. Dane Norwood woke from a sound sleep
and looked out over the water. He was in no hurry to rise, as he felt
very comfortable lying there on his bed of fir boughs wrapped in his
warm blanket. About half way up the lake several wild ducks were
feeding among the weeds and rushes, unconscious of any danger. To
these Dane paid little attention. He was waiting for larger game, and
his eyes and ears were keenly alert to the one sound and sight which
would electrify him into immediate action.
His mind naturally turned to the previous evening when he had sat with
the Colonel and his daughter before the big fire-place. The vision of
the girl's face, lighted by the dancing flames, stood out before him
clear and distinct. How her eyes had shone as, urged by the Colonel,
he related story after story of adventures in the heart of the untamed
forest among Indians, slashers, and wild beasts. The time had passed
all too quickly, and when he at length rose to leave, the Colonel
offered him the use of his tent near the cabin. But Dane had
reluctantly declined. He had his own camping-outfit on the shore of
the lake, where he had left gun, blanket, and a small supply of food
that afternoon. He did not mind the walk through the forest, dark
though it was. He was more at home in the woodland ways than on city
streets. His was the instinct of the wild, and he travelled more by
intuition than by sight.
There was another reason why he wished to camp by the lake. He
correctly surmised that the food supply at the settlement was getting
low. The men were not hunters, and although supplied with guns, they
had made little use of them in obtaining game from the surrounding
hills, considering them chiefly as weapons of defence in case of
attack. With Dane, however, it was different. To him the forests and
streams were Nature's great larder, filled with all manner of good
things.
As he lay there thinking of the girl at the settlement, the morning
light strengthened, and the trees along the eastern shore threw out
long uneven shadows upon the water. Not a ripple ruffled the
mirror-like surface, except those caused by the feeding ducks. Dane's
special attention was directed to a spot on the western shore which he
had carefully examined the day before. From the newly-made foot-prints
he knew that this was a favourite resort of moose, deer, and caribou
where they came to drink and to wallow in the mud. And in this he was
not mistaken, for as he patiently waited, the great antlered-head of a
bull moose suddenly emerged from the forest. The lordly animal paused
for a few seconds and looked around. Dane was fully alert now. With
his gun resting across a fallen log, he trained his eye along the
smooth dark barrel. Then as the moose stepped forward and its right
side was presented to view, he pulled the trigger. The loud report
resounded through the silent forest reaches, and sent the ducks
scurrying wildly out of the water. With a snort of pain and surprise
the moose threw back its great head, lifted its fore feet from the
ground, reeled for an instant, and crashed over on its side, a huge
bulk of quivering, lifeless flesh.
Half an hour later Dane was speeding toward the settlement, carrying a
choice piece of meat suspended from a stout stick across his right
shoulder. He surprised Mammy in the act of preparing the fire for
breakfast as he approached with noiseless steps, and held the meat
before her.
"Oh, Lo'd, how yo' did scare me!" she exclaimed, straightening herself
up, and looking at the young man. "I'se as weak as a chicken, an' my
bref's almos' gone. I was sure yo' was an Injun or a tager jumpin' at
me."
Dane smiled as he laid the meat upon a log, and drew forth his sharp
sheath knife.
"I am sorry I frightened you," he apologised. "But a piece of this
will give you new strength. You get the frying-pan ready while I carve
a few slices. I am going to help you get breakfast this morning. We
will give the Colonel and Miss Sterling a great surprise."
And surprised father and daughter certainly were when at length they
came out of the house and saw the nicely-browned slices of steak lying
in the frying-pan.
"So this is what you have been up to, young man," the Colonel smilingly
remarked. "I understand now why you refused to remain here last night.
Is this moose or deer steak?"
"Moose, and there is plenty more where this came from. I am astounded
that you have not been feasting upon game before this, as the forest is
full of birds and animals."
"I am afraid that we are poor hunters," the Colonel replied. "I, at
any rate, know very little about woodland ways."
"Then I shall teach you," Dane declared. "But first of all, I want you
to try this steak. Then we must get the men to go with me to bring in
that moose. It will not do to leave it long out there. If we do, the
bears and other animals will soon finish it."
Jean said very little during breakfast, leaving her father and Dane to
do most of the talking. But her heart was happy and light. To her
this visitor was more than an ordinary man. She was of an
impressionable nature, and naturally surrounded Dane Norwood with the
glamour of romance. His buoyant, free-from-care manner, and the roving
life he led thrilled and enthralled her very soul. To her he was the
living embodiment of valiant knights and princes who figured in tales
she had heard and read, especially those of the Arthurian Legends.
Malory's "Morte d'Arthur," notwithstanding its quaint language and
quainter pictures, had so enkindled her mind that she herself at times
had seemed the heroine in many a stirring scene. It was largely due to
these impressions that she relished the life in the wilderness, and
looked upon the King's courier as a hero of more than ordinary mettle.
Breakfast over, the Colonel summoned the men of the settlement, and,
guided by Dane, they went at once to the lake after the moose. Jean
obtained her father's permission to accompany them, and she thoroughly
enjoyed the trip. The men were like a crowd of boys just out of
school, and the forest resounded with laughter and animated talk. The
prospect of an abundance of game during the fall and winter elevated
their spirits, and made them forget the days and weeks when food had
been scarce. To them Dane was a Godsend, and they took him to their
hearts and made him as one of themselves. That he and the Colonel's
daughter were in love with each other they were not slow in learning.
But there was no rude chaffing as the two walked a little apart from
the rest. They were men noble enough to respect the sacredness of a
first great love.
There was much rejoicing among the women and children when the men
returned to the settlement with the moose. It had been skinned and
carefully divided. Some carried their portions, while others bore
theirs suspended on poles from shoulder to shoulder. Thus for the
first time since leaving their old homes did the exiles have a
sufficient supply of meat.
A new life now pervaded the settlement. During the following days and
weeks the men roamed the forest-clad hills and valleys in search of
game. Directed by Dane, they soon became quite skilful hunters,
especially the Colonel, who was never happier than when out in the
woods. Then around the big camp-fire at night, the men would relate
their thrilling and humorous experiences during the day.
This was a pleasant time for Dane. He had shifted his camping-place
from the lake to the shore of the creek, and here he had built for
himself a small abode, covering the roof and sides with wide strips of
birch bark to keep out the rain. He was very skilful at such work, and
a happy afternoon it was for him when he first showed Jean his finished
cabin. They had come by water, and the bow of the canoe was resting
upon the shore. It was here that they had met three weeks before, and
under the big maple Dane had erected his little building. The tree had
put on its scarlet bunting, and touched by the bright September sun,
glowed its welcome to the young lovers.
Jean examined the cabin most carefully, and her admiration was
unbounded.
"I think it is splendid!" she enthusiastically exclaimed. "You never
told me anything about it."
"I wanted to surprise you," Dane explained. "I have been so busy with
other things that I have had little time to work here, so only finished
it a few days ago."
"And will you live here all the time?" Jean eagerly asked.
The young man smiled as he looked fondly upon the girl's animated face
and sparkling eyes. Then he shook his head.
"I wish I could live here, Jean. But I have a dozen such cabins in
various places, and I must spend some time in them during the coming
winter. They are my stopping-places, you see, when I am carrying
messages for Davidson. No doubt he is very angry now at my long
absence, so I shall have to go away in a day or two."
"But you will come back soon, will you not?"
"Do you really want me to come back soon?" Dane asked.
"W-why certainly," the girl stammered, while her face suddenly flushed.
"I hope you will use this cabin often."
"I will make it larger and stay here all the time, if you want me to."
"Oh, will you? How nice that would be."
"But only if you will stay with me."
"Oh!" It was all that Jean could say, for his meaning was now quite
clear. Her eyes dropped, and her body slightly trembled.
Impulsively Dane reached out and took both of her hands in his.
"You know what I mean, Jean," he said. "Surely you know how I love
you."
Receiving no reply, he drew her quickly to him, and kissed her upon the
lips. Startled and embarrassed, she made a faint effort to free
herself, but strong arms held her firm.
"Don't! Don't!" she gasped, while the rich blood crimsoned her face.
"You have no right to do this."
"I have the right of love," Dane contended, as he again kissed her. "I
love you, and I know that you love me."
Jean made no further protest. Notwithstanding her confusion, she was
supremely happy. Although often wooed, she had never before submitted
to a lover's kiss, nor allowed his arms to encircle her. But now it
was different. She loved this man as she once thought it impossible to
love any one, and she knew that he loved her. His strength and
masterfulness appealed to her, and made her a willing victim. She
could not deny it, neither did she wish to do so. She was content to
give herself up wholly and unreservedly to her conquering hero.
And as the two stood silently there, the lordly maple seemed to reach
out its great branches over their young united heads and beam its happy
benediction. The ubiquitous squirrels appeared to know that something
unusual was taking place. They cocked their shrewd little heads in a
listening attitude, stared impudently, and then sent the news abroad to
their feathered and furry comrades of the forest. Of all this,
however, the lovers were unconscious, so lost were they in their
new-found joy.
"I never realised that you cared so much for me," Jean at length
whispered. "When did you begin to love me?"
"From the first time I saw you by that shack at Portland Point," Dane
replied. "I was so absent-minded when I went back to the lake that
Pete did not know what to make of me. I returned later and saw you at
one of the camps telling stories to several children. You know what
happened after that."
"Indeed I do," the girl declared. "I can never forget that night, nor
how you saved me from Seth Lupin."
"Have you heard from the villain since?"
"Not since coming here. But so long as he is in this country I cannot
feel safe. I sometimes imagine he is prowling around here and will
appear at any minute."
"Umph, it won't be well for him if he does when I am here," and Dane's
hands clenched hard. "He won't get off as easily as he did that last
time. I thought he might follow you when you first arrived at this
place, so ordered Pete to be on the lookout. I hoped that you would
understand the meaning of that arrow in the big pine."
"I was certain that you had much to do with that," Jean replied. "For
a while I thought that you were near, and wondered why you did not come
to see me. But now I know that you were thinking of my welfare, and
longing to come."
"I was always thinking about you, Jean, and I have something here to
show how much you were in my mind."
Thrusting his right hand into the breast-pocket of his jacket, he
brought forth a little piece of wood. Removing a plug from one end, he
drew out a silver arrow-pin.
"This is a proof how much I was thinking of you. You little know how
eagerly I looked forward to the time when I would have the right to
present it to you."
"And did you really make this?" Jean asked, taking the arrow in her
hand and examining it most carefully. "I think it is wonderful."
"Yes, I made it myself," Dane replied, delighted at the girl's interest
and pleasure. "I worked it out of a silver coin my mother gave me
years ago, and which I valued most highly. For no one else would I
have done such a thing."
Dane's voice was a little husky as he spoke, and this Jean noticed.
"Your mother is dead, then?" she queried. She had often longed to ask
him about her, but owing to his reticence about his past life, she had
not done so. She had thought it strange, nevertheless, that he had
never mentioned his parents.
"My mother died five years ago," Dane explained. "Whatever I am I owe
to her. She was a noble woman."
"Is your father dead, too? Have you no home?"
"I have had no real home since my mother died," was the evasive reply.
"My home is wherever night overtakes me. I cannot tell you any more
now, so please do not ask me. I know you will trust me."
He paused abruptly, impulsively took the arrow from the girl's hand,
and placed it in her dress at her throat. He then stepped back to view
the effect.
"It becomes you well, Jean, and you must always wear it there. It is
Love's-Charm, and it may mean more to you than you now imagine."
"I shall always wear it," was the low response, "not only as
Love's-Charm but as a remembrance of this happy day."