LADYBIRD'S LOVE-TEST.
"Proud young head, so lightly lifted,
Crowned with waves of gleaming hair;
Eyes that flash with tell-tale mischief,
Fearless eyes to do and dare;
Cheeks that start to sudden flame,
Willful mouths that none can tame."
--ELAINE GOODALE.
Those angry words to Aura Stanley had barely passed Earle Winans'
lips ere he regretted them, although he knew quite well that she had
deserved them, and had dropped the ring purposely, as she had told
Ladybird she would do.
But he regretted his exhibition of temper, and was about to apologize,
when her angry words arrested the speech on his lips.
"You villain! How dare you insult me like that!"
Although they seemed to be alone on the river-bank, there were
several young men near by under a tree, and, catching Aura's angry
denunciation, they hurried to the spot.
Aura turned quickly toward them, exclaiming maliciously:
"Gentlemen, Earle Winans has insulted me, and if I had a brother to
take my part he should knock the coward down!"
All of these young gentlemen admired Ladybird Conway, and envied Earle
Winans because she had shown a preference for him. Accordingly they
were eager to take Aura's part, just to humiliate their dangerous
rival. The foremost one therefore sprang with fierce agility at Earle
just as he was rising from his seat on the grassy bank, and with a
stinging blow knocked him backward to the ground.
There was laughter--spiteful from Aura, appreciative from the men--but
it did not last long.
Earle Winans scarcely touched the earth ere he rebounded like a ball,
and flew directly at Jack Tennant, his adversary, a big, burly fellow,
with fists like iron.
Earle was slender, but he was an athlete too, and with a rush he caught
his assailant around the waist with both arms, lifted him almost above
his head, and hurled him with superb strength far out into the river,
firing after him this parting shot:
"There, my lad! a cold bath will cool your temper!" Then he turned a
scornful smile on the others. "Are there any more who wish to play the
rôle of Miss Stanley's brothers?" he sneered.
"Oh, no; the quarrel is between you and Jack Tennant," they hastily
replied, having no desire to be made ridiculous like their hasty
friend, who was now swimming ashore, his picnic toggery, sash and
flannels, dripping and ruined, but with his rage not yet cooled, for as
he clambered up the bank he exclaimed:
"Mr. Earle Winans, I will fight this quarrel out with you now."
Earle's handsome face flushed with anger, but, holding in his temper,
he answered with cool scorn:
"Your pardon, but it would not be quite proper to settle it in a lady's
presence. I will send a friend to you to-morrow."
"A duel! Oh, Heaven!" cried Aura, in a panic of fear, but no one seemed
to notice her as she sank trembling on the grassy bank. Mark Gwinn
exclaimed kindly:
"I'll drive you home for your dry clothes, Jack, and we can be back in
a jiffy."
They were all turning away, but Earle Winans arrested them with one
stern word:
"Wait!"
They all turned back to him in impatient surprise.
Pale with anger, he pointed to Aura, crouching on the green, flowery
bank.
"Miss Stanley, you must now repeat to these gentlemen who defended you
the words of my insult."
Flashing on Earle a glance of sullen resentment, she obeyed.
"I dropped his diamond ring into the water--and he said I did it on
purpose."
"Was that all?" exclaimed a wondering voice.
"That was all," Aura answered indignantly, and every one turned away
and left Aura alone with the bitter consciousness that they despised
her, while as for Jack Tennant, he felt decidedly blue at the prospect
of a duel with the fiery Earle Winans for the sake of a girl he didn't
care two straws for, as he, like all the others, adored the bewitching
Miss Conway.
But Aura had carried out her threat to Ladybird. The beautiful ring was
in the river, and would never shine on the little white hand of her
lovely rival. Her jealous malice was gratified, at least, and she cared
very little if Earle fought a duel and lost his life. She would rather
see him dead than married to that little coquette Ladybird.
Meanwhile Miss Conway, all unconscious of what had happened at the
lower end of the orchard, was sitting on a mossy throne under a
wide-spreading apple tree, holding mimic court. Her adoring subjects
had woven a wreath of apple blossoms, and crowned her Queen of May.
"Somebody give us a song, please. It's a day for love, and poetry, and
song!" she cried gayly.
"Don't you think the birds sing sweetest, dear?" asked a fair girl by
her side, one that she called her maid of honor.
But the girl under the next nearest tree--the girl with the
guitar--thought differently. She touched her instrument with soft,
loving fingers, and her tender voice was so low and sweet that it
seemed to blend with the bird songs, the soft rustle of the leaves, and
the ripple of the river.
"Oh, darling, when you love me,
The sky is soft and bright;
Life asks no troubled questions,
The world is safe and right.
I whisper happy secrets
With every flower and tree,
And lark and thrush and linnet
Sing all their songs for me!
"Oh, darling, when you chide me,
The world is dumb and cold;
The mists creep up the valley,
And all the year is old;
The fields are black and sodden,
The shivering woods are sere!
I see no face in heaven,
And death is very near!
"Oh, darling, always love me,
The song-birds look to you;
The skies await your bidding,
To dome the world with blue.
Then keep the rose in glory,
And make the swallow stay,
And hold the year forever
At summer's crowning day!"
While the pretty girl was singing, Earle Winans came up silently and
stood by the tree, looking down at Ladybird with the apple-blossom
wreath on her shining hair.
Ladybird's arch, pretty face had grown pensive while she listened to
the song, and her tiny white hand, with its babyish dimples, played
absently with a branch of pink crab-apple blooms that lay in her lap.
She was more lovely than any picture ever painted, and Earle's heart
swelled with a passionate longing to catch the exquisite young creature
in his arms and press all that budding beauty against his ardent breast.
Ladybird knew that he was there, but she would not turn her head; and
when the song came to an end she sighed and murmured softly:
"I wonder what this love is like of which poets sing, and lovers rave,
and spring-birds warble. It must be very sweet."
"My darling, let me teach you all its sweetness," murmured Earle's
voice in her ear, but though a swift blush burned her face, she
shrugged her willful shoulders, and continued in a louder voice, that
all around might hear:
"If I ever _do_ fall in love, it will be with a _hero_, with some man
who has done something great, or perhaps risked his life to save mine.
I don't believe I could ever love a common, everyday sort of man, like
the ones I know, unless he turned out to be a _hero_. Then I could
worship him!"
And just a few hours later those words, spoken in such artless
innocence, came back to the heart of every man there--came back with a
thrill of love and hope.
She had stolen away from them all a short time before, and just as they
were wondering what had become of the little sprite, they heard some
one singing blithely on the river.
It was Ladybird in a little blue boat, rowing herself with consummate
skill, the water falling in silvery sparkles from the light oars. Her
pretty face glowed rosily, and her eyes danced with fun as she trilled
a gay little boating song. It was the bonniest sight ever seen on the
broad, beautiful river flowing between its banks of spring-time green.
Every one ran down to the bank--every one but Aura Stanley, who sulked
beneath a tree.
"Take me in, Ladybird--take me!" called one after another eagerly; but
she cried out saucily:
"I will take one of the gentlemen to row me, because my arms are
getting tired."
All in a minute followed the terrible accident.
In the middle of the river where she was rowing it was deep and
dangerous, but she seemed to forget that in her joyous excitement;
and, turning the boat too quickly toward the shore, it careened over,
and Ladybird fell into the water. One long shriek of fear and terror,
and the rippling waves of the beautiful river closed sullenly over the
little head!
A cry of grief arose from fifty throats, but it was speedily turned
to a cheer, for--Splash! splash! splash! came the sounds, too fast to
count, and twelve out of Ladybird's thirteen lovers had leaped boldly
into the river to save her precious life.