THE BIRD FLUTTERS
In the first term of his college life Will fully realised his
pleasantest anticipations, and now, if never before, he acknowledged to
himself his deep indebtedness to Gwilym Morris; his own abilities he
had never doubted. The ease, too, with which he had matriculated much
elated him, and he began his studies with a light heart and a happy
consciousness of talent, which, coupled with a dogged perseverance and
a determination to overcome every obstacle in his path, ensured success
in the long run. He had one fixed and constant aim, namely,
advancement in the career upon which he had entered, and in furtherance
of this object, he was determined to let no hankering after the past
stand in his way. In his own opinion there were but two hindrances to
his progress, two shadows from the past to darken his path, and these
were his obscure birth and his love for Morva, for this he had not yet
succeeded in crushing. Before he left home his constant intercourse
with her and the ease with which they met had prevented the usual
anxieties which are said to beset the path of love. With innate
selfishness, he had taken to himself all the pleasure derivable from
their close companionship, without troubling himself much as to the
state of the girl's feelings. That she was true to him, he had never
had reason to doubt. Since he left home things had taken a different
aspect; true, the thought of Morva was interwoven with all he did or
read or studied, but there was an accompanying feeling of disquietude,
a shrinking from the memory of her simple rustic ways, which he began
to realise were incompatible with his new hopes and aspirations. It
was becoming very evident to him, therefore, that his love for her must
be banished, with all the old foolish ties and habits which bound him
to the past. A vision of the clear blue eyes, the winsome smile, the
lissom figure _would_ rise persistently before him, and alas! the
threadbare woollen gown, the wooden shoes, the pink cotton neckerchief,
were also photographed upon his brain.
He heard from Ann of her approaching marriage, no longer deferred in
expectation of his presence, and he was much relieved by this
arrangement; but still, when the morning dawned clear and frosty, he
was cross and irritable, for he could not banish from his mind the
thought of the old ivy-covered homestead, with the few gnarled trees
overshadowing its gables, its bare sea front turned bravely to the
north-west, the elder tree over the back door, the farm servants, all
with white favours pinned on their breasts; the gentle bride, the
handsome thoughtful bridegroom, the dear old father excited and merry,
and above all, Morva decked out in wedding finery! How lovely she
would look! Why was it that this sweet picture of home filled Will's
heart only with discontent and an abiding unrest? The answer is plain,
because he had determined, come what would, to sever himself from that
homely, simple life, to cast the thought of it into the background, to
live only for the future, and that future one of success and
self-aggrandisement. Morva alone held him back; how could he hope to
rise in his career, while his heart was fettered by the memory of a
milkmaid, a cowherd, a shepherdess? No, it was very evident that from
her he must break away. "But not now," he said to himself, as he paced
round the quadrangle, "not yet." She was so sweet--he loved her so
much; not yet must the severance come. "It will be time enough," so
his reverie ended, "when my future is more defined and certain, then it
will be easy to break away from poor Morva."
The invitation of which he had spoken had not been renewed, and though
he was far too proud to show his annoyance, the omission galled and
fretted his haughty nature, for the lowliness of his birth and
circumstances chafed him continually, and engendered a sensitiveness to
small annoyances which would not have troubled a nobler nature. In
spite of all this, he found himself, as the term drew near its close,
looking forward with pleasure to the old home ways, and the old home
friends, and when he climbed into the jingling car beside his father,
in the yard of the hotel, not even the rough country shabbiness of the
equipage could altogether spoil the pleasant anticipations of a first
vacation at home, although, it must be confessed, that as he drove out
of the town, he earnestly hoped he would escape the observation of his
fellow collegians.
Ebben Owens's happiness should now have been complete, for he had his
much-loved son at home at his own hearth; but a shadow seemed to have
fallen on the old man's life, a haunting sadness which nothing seemed
to dispel. Ann rallied him upon it playfully, and he would laughingly
promise to reform.
"Will at home and all," she said, "and everything going on so
well--except, of course, 'tis dreadful about Gethin; but we have been
used to his absence, father; and you never seemed to grieve about him."
"No, no," said her father, "I have never grieved about him much, but
lately I had got so fond of him; he was so kind to me, so merry he was,
and so handsome, and always ready to help!" and again he would relapse
into silence.
On market day he was very anxious to drive Will into Castell On.
"Come on, 'machgen i; I will give you a new waistcoat. Come and show
yourself to Mr. Price and to all the young ladies. Be bound, if they
were to see you in your cap and gown, not the highest among them but
would be proud to shake hands with you!"
But Will declined the offer. Later in the day, however, he walked in
alone, and only that sad angel, who surely records the bitter wounds
inflicted by children upon the tender parent hearts, knew how sharp a
stab entered the old man's soul; but next day he had "got over it," as
the phrase is.
With a slow, dragging step Morva walked home on the evening of Will's
arrival. He had nodded at her in a nonchalant manner, with a kindly,
"Well, Morva!" in passing, just as he had done to Magw and Shan, but
further than that had not spoken to her again, though his eyes followed
her everywhere as she moved about her household duties.
"Prettier than ever!" he thought. "My word! there is not one of the
Llaniago young ladies fit to tie her shoe!"
As soon as the cows were milked and the short frosty day had ended, the
moon rose clear and bright over the Cribserth.
"I am going to see Sara," said Will, taking his hat off the peg in the
blue painted passage.
No one was surprised at that, for both Will and Gethin, ever since
their mother's death, had been accustomed to run to Sara for sympathy
with every pleasure or misfortune, and after being two months away it
was quite natural that he should want to see her; so Morva had scarcely
rounded the bend of the Cribserth before Will had caught her up. A
little shiver ran through her as she recognised the step and the
whistle which called her attention. It was Will, whom she once thought
she had loved so truly, and the coldness which she had felt towards him
of late was strangely mingled with remorse and tender memories as she
turned and walked a few steps back to meet him.
"Stop, Morva; let me speak to thee. Give me thy hand, lass. After so
long a parting thou canst not deny me a kiss too."
Ah, how sweet it was to return to the dear old Welsh, and the homely
"thee" and "thou"!
"Art well, Will? But I need not ask. Indeed, there is life and health
in thy very face."
"Yes, I am well," said Will, drawing her towards him. "I am coming
with thee to see Sara."
"Yes, come," said Morva.
"Art glad to see me, lass?"
"Yes, indeed, I am very glad, whatever. Garthowen will be full again;
it has been very empty lately."
She was thinking of Gethin, unconsciously, perhaps, and hung her head a
little guiltily when Will said:
"Thou didst miss me, then?"
"Of course we all missed thee--thy father especially."
"More than thee, Morva?"
She sighed. "'Tis this way, Will. I am tired of this secrecy. We
grew up like brother and sister. Can't we remain like that? Don't ask
me for more, and then thou canst rise as high as thou pleasest, and I
will be always glad to see thee, and so proud to hear of thy getting
on. Will, it will never do for a clergyman to marry his father's
milkmaid!"
"Twt, twt," said Will, "let us not think of the future, lass--the
present is enough for me; and I promise thee not to allude to our
marriage if thou wilt only meet me like this whenever I come home, and
let me feel thee close to my heart as thou hast to-night."
"But I will not," said the girl suddenly, withdrawing herself from the
arm which he had passed round her waist.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because," said Morva, "'tis only my promise to marry thee that makes
me meet thee as I do, and deceive them all at Garthowen. Let me tell
them how it is between us, Will."
"What! Morva talk about her sweetheart as the English girls do! No,
thou art too modest, lass."
"That is quite different," said Morva. "I do not want to talk about
my--my--"
"Lover," said Will.
"Yes, but I don't want any longer to deceive my best friends. Let me
go, Will, or let us be married soon. I am willing for either."
"Indeed, lass," said Will, beginning to hedge, "I would almost think
thou hadst found another sweetheart, only I know how seldom any other
man comes across thy path, unless indeed Gethin the thief has stolen
thy love from me. Morva, dost love any other man?"
"Gethin is no thief," she answered hotly, "and thou knowest it as well
as I do. Thou knowest his nature; 'twould be impossible for him to do
a mean thing."
"Thou hast a high opinion of him," said Will scornfully. "Is it he,
then, who hast stolen thine heart?"
Morva walked with bent head, pulling at her apron-strings.
"I am not saying that," she answered, in a very low tone, "but I wish
to be free, or marry thee soon."
It was now Will's turn to be anxious. The possibility of Morva's
loving any other man had never before disturbed him, but now her words,
her attitude, all impressed him with a strong suspicion, and a flame of
anger and jealousy rushed through his veins.
"Free!" he said, "after all thy promises to me--free to marry another
man! Is it that, Morva?" and as he spoke his hot temper gathered
strength. "Never!" he said, "I will never free thee from thy promise.
Thou canst break it an thou wishest, and break my heart at the same
time; 'twill be a fine return for all our kindness to thee, 'twill be a
grand ending to all thy faithful vows!"
"I am willing to marry thee, Will," she said, "if thou wilt let it be
soon."
"Marry thee soon! How can that be, Morva?--a student without home or
money, and a girl without a penny in the world! What madness thou art
talking. I only ask thee to have patience for a year or two, and I
will have a home for thee. And who is thy new sweetheart?"
"I have no sweetheart; but, Will, I want to be free."
"And I will never give thee back thy freedom. Take it if thou lik'st.
The absent are always forgotten. How could I expect thee to be true?"
Morva began to cry silently.
"I see I have set my heart upon a fickle, cruel woman, one who, after
years of faithful promises, forgets me, and wishes to take back her
vows. I have but to leave her for two months, and she at once breaks
her promises and forgets the past, while I," said Will, with growing
indignation and self-pity, "have found all my studies blurred by thine
image, and the memory of thee woven with all my thoughts. Oh, Morva!
had I known when we were boy and girl together that thou couldst be so
false, I would never have treasured thee in my heart, but would have
turned and fled as Gethin did, instead of clinging to thee, and for thy
sake stopping in the dull old home when the world was all before me.
And now to come home and find that thou art tired of me--art cold to
me, and hast forgotten me! 'Tis a hard fate, indeed!"
"Oh, Will, no, no!" sobbed the girl, "'tis not so; indeed. God knows I
love thee still as much as ever I did. 'Tis only that I have grown
older, and wiser, and sadder perhaps, because it seems that knowing
much brings sorrow with it. I was so young when I made all those
promises."
"Two months younger than thou art now!" scoffed Will.
"Two months is a long time," she said, "when you begin to think, and I
have thought and thought out here at night when the stars are
glittering overhead, when the sea is sighing so sad down below, and
after all my thinking only one thing is plain to me, Will; let there be
no promises between us."
"Never!" said Will, a vindictive feeling rising within him, "never will
I set thee free to marry another man, whoever he is!"
"He is no one," interpolated Morva, in a low voice.
"Whoever he is," repeated Will, as though he had not heard her, "I will
never set thee free, never--never, never!"
All the dogged obstinacy of his nature was roused, and the feeling that
he was a wronged and injured man gave his voice a tone of indignant
passion which told upon the girl's sensitive nature.
"Oh, Will," she said, stretching out her hand towards him, "I did not
think thou loved me like that! I cannot be cruel to thee; thou art a
Garthowen, and for them I have often said I would lay down my life. I
will lay down my life for thee, Will. Once more I promise."
"Nay," he said, laughing, "I will never ask thee to do that for me,
lass; only be true to me and wait patiently for me, Morva;" and he drew
her towards him once more.
"I will," she answered.
They had reached the cottage, and Will passed round into the court,
leaving her standing with eyes fixed steadfastly on the bright north
star.
"I will," she repeated, "for I have promised, and there are many ways
of laying down one's life."
For a moment she stood alone in the moonlight, and what vows of
self-sacrifice she made were known only to herself.
"Anwl, anwl!" said Sara, as Will entered, "will I make my door bigger?
Will I find a stool strong enough for this big man?"
Will laughed and tossed back his hair.
"Will I ever be more than a boy to thee, Sara?"
"Well, indeed," said the old woman, "I am forgetting how the children
grow up. Sit down, my boy, and tell us all about the grand streets and
the college at Llaniago, and the ladies and gentlemen whom thou art
hand and glove with there--and so thou ought to be, too. Caton pawb!
I'd like to see the family whose achau[1] go back further than
Garthowen's!"
Here Morva entered.
"I thought thou hadst run away, lass!" said Will, with a double meaning
as he looked at her.
She only smiled and shook her head.
"Oh! 'twouldn't do for me," said Sara, "whenever Morva stops out under
the night sky to think she has run away; she often strays out when the
stars are shining."
Gethin had always been Sara's favourite, and Will's visit therefore did
not give her so much pleasure as his brother's had done; but she would
have belied her hospitable nature had she allowed this preference to
influence the warmth of her welcome.
Morva seemed to have regained her cheerfulness, and spread the simple
supper, sometimes joining in the conversation, while Will and Sara
chatted over the blaze of the crackling furze. It was quite late when
he rose to go.
"Well," he said, "they will be shutting me out at Garthowen, and
thinking I have learnt bad ways at Llaniago. Good-night, Sara fâch, I
am glad to see thee looking so well. Good-night, Morva. Wilt come
with me a little way? 'Twill be an excuse for another ten minutes
under the stars, Sara."
And they went out together, their shadows blending into one in the
bright moonlight.
Once more Will extracted the oft-repeated promise, and Morva returned
to the cottage, her chains only riveted more firmly, and her heart
filled with a false strength, arising from an entire surrender of self
and all selfish desires to an imaginary duty.
[1] Pedigree.