AT THE PARTING OF THE WAYS
Again the colony entered on a period of active and efficient industry.
Every man was at his post and did the work assigned him.
Eight hours was fixed as a working day in all departments. The first
acts of insubordination were promptly suppressed. The discipline of an
army was strictly enforced--the guard-house and whipping-post were
found sufficient.
No report except the most favourable had ever reached the outside
world, and thousands of applicants in San Francisco were clamouring
for admission. The new colony house with accommodation for two
thousand had been completed, and another of like size was under way.
Wolf had urged Norman to admit a new colony at once and prepare for
the third. But the difficulties of government and the fights within
the Brotherhood had alarmed the young leader. He hesitated, and the
big new building as yet remained empty.
As the day for the annual meeting of the assembly drew near, doubts of
the future grew darker in the young regent's mind. He had the power,
under the deed of gift, to prolong the experiment another year,
holding the title to the property for further experiment, or divide
the profits between the members and reconvey the gift back to its
donors, or by deed convey at once the whole property to the
Brotherhood and end his trusteeship.
Which should it be?
His faith in his fellow man had been shaken by the events of the past
year, and yet the colony had succeeded. Its wealth was great and its
prospects greater. With the perfect discipline recently inaugurated
and wisely administered, no limit could be fixed to the productive
power of such an organization.
That he should hesitate a moment after the achievements of the year
was a stunning shock to Wolf. The moment he realized the import of the
crisis, he at once appealed to Barbara.
"You alone can save us, child," he urged. "You must act at once. You
promised to lead him captive in your train. You have failed for one
reason only----"
"Yes, I know," Barbara interrupted. "I haven't tried. I confess it."
"There is not a moment to lose," Wolf urged. "We are entering on the
most wonderful development in the history of the human race. The only
thing lacking for its triumphant achievement is faith and leadership.
Secure from our young dreamer the title to this island and you will
achieve an immortal deed--you will not hesitate or fail?"
"No," was the firm answer. "I will not fail. I'm going with him to-day
on a mountain climb. Just for fun, if for nothing else, I'll test my
power."
"You'll report to me the moment you return?" Wolf urged.
"Yes," she answered, dreamily.
Norman found Barbara in a mood resistlessly charming. She seemed to
have utterly forgotten that she was grown up or had ever been the
herald of a revolutionary cause. She was a laughing girl of eighteen
again, with the joy of youth sparkling in her eyes and laughter
ringing in every accent of her voice.
Instantly the mood of the man reflected hers. He threw to the winds
the cares and worries of the great adventure that had brought them
together, and the island of Ventura became the enchanted isle of song
and story.
"We shall be just two children to-day--shall we not?" she asked.
"Yes," he responded gaily, "two children who have run away from
school, tired of books, with hearts hungry for the breath of the
fields."
For half an hour hill and dale rang with laughter as they ascended the
path of the brook. They came to a wide expanse of still water. And
Norman said with a bantering laugh:
"We leave the stream here and climb the hill to the left. I must wade
and carry you across this place if you're not afraid?"
"Who's afraid?" she asked with scorn.
"All right."
He removed his shoes, and rolled his trousers high.
"Now your arm around my neck, and no jumping or screaming until we're
safe on the other shore."
She hesitated just an instant, blushed, and slipped her soft round arm
about his neck as he lifted her slight figure and began to pick his
way across the treacherous surface of the slippery bottom. His foot
slipped on a muddy stone. She gave a scream, and both arms gripped his
neck in sudden fear. Her burning cheek pressed his forehead.
"I beg your pardon," she cried, blushing red. "I didn't mean to
smother you."
"And I distinctly said no jumping or screaming, didn't I?"
"I won't do it again--oh, dear!"
Again both arms clasped his neck in a strangling, smothering hug,
which he purposely prolonged with an extra slip which might have been
avoided.
Her face was scarlet now and the blushes refused to go. They lingered
in great red bunches after he had carefully placed her on the smooth
grass on the opposite bank.
"Honestly, I'm afraid I disgraced myself, didn't I?" she asked,
timidly.
"No. It was all my fault," he replied. "I did it on purpose."
"Perhaps I choked you on purpose, too!" she answered, blushing again.
Norman looked at her thoughtfully.
"You know I never saw you blush before. I like it."
"Is it becoming?" she asked, demurely.
"Very."
"You know I was never in a man's arms before."
"And you didn't like it?" he asked, with a smile playing around his
mouth.
"To tell you the truth, I found it very awkward."
"Awkward?" he laughed.
"And exciting," she confessed.
"Shall we repeat it until you are used to it?"
"Thank you, I'm sufficiently amused for to-day," she answered,
soberly. "And now we will put on our shoes and be good children."
For the rest of the journey Norman found her strangely silent. Now and
then he caught her looking at him furtively out of her big brown eyes,
as if she had just met him and was half afraid to go further.
He found himself particularly sensitive to her moods. The moment she
became silent and thoughtful her impulses ruled his, and not a word
was spoken for a mile. Scarcely two sentences passed between them
until they reached the summit of the range and sat down on the cliff
overhanging the sea.
This cliff was one of the numerous headlands which thrust their peaks
in almost perpendicular lines sheer into the ocean.
They sat for an hour and drank in the peace and solemn grandeur of the
infinite blue expanse.
"What a little world, the one in which we live down there and fret and
fume," he whispered. "The one we think so big when in the thick of the
fight! We forget the dim expanse of ocean kissing ocean--encircling
the earth--of the skies that kiss the sea and lead on and on into
those great silent deeps where a universe of worlds roll in grandeur!"
"Yet isn't man greater than all these worlds?" she asked, with sudden
elation.
"If he is a man, yes; a real man with the conscious divine power in
his soul which says, I will! Isn't that the only power worth having?
The herd of cattle we call men, whose souls have never spoken that
divine word of character and of action--are they men? Have they souls
at all? Is it worth the while of those who have to fret and fuss and
fume trying to make something out of nothing?"
Barbara turned suddenly, looked into Norman's eyes, and asked in
anxious tones:
"What do you mean?"
"That I'm thinking of giving up this experiment."
"Now that you are just making it a marvellous success?"
"But is it a success? What is the good of achievement for any
community if that achievement springs from the will of one man? If
their souls are in subjection to his, has he not degraded them? Is
life inside or outside? Are we Socialists not struggling merely with
what is outside? Are we not in reality struggling back into the
primitive savage herd out of which individual manhood has slowly
emerged? I'm puzzled. I'm afraid to go on. I've asked you to come up
here to-day to tell me what to do."
Barbara's breath came quick.
"You wish me to decide the momentous question of our colony? Perhaps
the future of humanity?"
"Yes, just that. You are a woman. Women know things by intuition
rather than by reason. I'm growing more and more to believe that we
only know what we feel. I trust you as I would not trust my own
judgment just now. I'm going to ask you, in the purity and beauty of
your woman's soul, to read the future for me. I'm going to allow you
to decide this question. Feel with me its difficulties and its
prospects, trust utterly to your own intuitions, and you will decide
right."
Barbara began to tremble and her voice was very low as she bent toward
him.
"Why do you trust me with the greatest question of your life with such
perfect faith?"
He took her hand, bowed, and kissed it.
"Because, Barbara, I love you," he whispered with passionate
tenderness.
The girl looked away and smiled while her heart beat in an ecstasy of
triumph.
"And this is one of the things that has puzzled me most," he went on,
rapidly. "Every hope and dream my soul has cherished of you has been
at war with this scheme of herding men and women together. I want you
all my very own. I want to seize you now in my arms and carry you a
thousand miles away from every vulgar crowd on earth. A hundred times
I've been on the point of telling you that I love you, but I drew back
and sealed my lips. It was treason to the Cause. For how can this
cause of the herd be one with the heart-cry of the man for the one
woman on earth his mate? I've tried to reconcile them, but I can't.
Come, dearest, you are my nobler, better self, the part of me I've
been searching for and have found. You must answer this cry for light
and guidance. Your voice shall be to me the voice of God. Shall I go
back to the faith of my fathers in the old world, and will you come
with me--my wife, my mate, my life? Or shall we remain here, and hand
in hand fight this battle to a finish? The one thing that is
unthinkable is that I shall lose you. I lay my life at your feet. Do
with it as you will."
Barbara tried to speak and a sob choked her into silence. She lifted
her head at last and spoke timidly.
"I thought it would be easy. But I find it very, very difficult--this
settling the destiny of a man. Of one thing I'm sure. You must not
give up this work."
"I'll sign the deeds of transfer to-morrow," he interrupted.
The girl's eyes opened in wonder and a feeling of awe stole into her
heart.
"You trust me so far?" she asked, brokenly.
"Yes."
"Then I must speak softly, must I not? I must weigh every word. You
frighten me----"
"I'm not afraid. You are the woman I love."
"How long have you loved me?" she asked, studying him curiously.
"Always, I think. Consciously since the day I tore that flag down on
our lawn."
"And yet you drew away from me at times."
"Yes. I felt the irrepressible conflict between this ideal and my
desires. Your voice called me to the work. I determined to put the
work to the test first----"
"And I was the inspiration behind your faith and daring leadership?"
"Always."
"You haven't asked me if I love you?" Barbara said, after a pause.
"I've been afraid."
"Why?"
"Because I don't think you are yet conscious of the meaning of love."
"And yet you place yourself absolutely in my power?"
"Absolutely. I love you and I have not made a mistake."
"Frankly, then, I don't know what love means. In my heart of hearts
I've always been afraid of men----"
"You're not afraid of me?"
"After to-day--no, I don't think I will be."
"You have made me very happy," he cried joyously. "Come, we must hurry
back now. I'm going to make out the deeds to-night and place them in
your hands to-morrow morning."
Scarcely a word was spoken as they descended the mountain. She had
gone up in the morning a laughing girl, conscious of her beauty and
its cruel power, and determined to use it. She came down a sober
little woman with a great, wondering question growing in her heart.
When Wolf met her with eager questions she answered as in a dream.
"He will deliver the deeds to-morrow?" he gasped in amazement.
"Yes, to-morrow," she answered mechanically.