With the coming in of this tumultuous November, there came to Second
Westings a few days of Indian summer magic. The moveless air seemed a
distillation of dreams. The faint azure haze hung everywhere, soft yet
cool, with an elusive fragrance as of clean smoke and fading roses and
fresh earth-mould and lofts of grain. And on one of these consecrated
days Barbara set out early in the morning to paddle across the lake and
see old Debby.
As on a morning long ago, but not so early, she ran down the back
garden path, and behind the barn, and climbed the pasture bars. This
time she called to Keep; and the big mastiff, who now slept later than
of old, came somewhat stiffly gamboling from his manger bed in the
horse stable. She tripped along the pasture path, between the
hillocks. She trod rapidly the black earth of the old wood-road, where
the shadows were lighter now, and no sound broke the stillness save the
eerie sigh and footfall of the dropping leaves. She launched the canoe
with easy vigour, motioned Keep to his place in the bow, and pushed out
with strong, leisurely strokes across the enchanted mirror. That
far-off morning of her flight came back to her with strange poignancy,
and she wondered if the blue heron would be standing at the outlet to
admonish her with his enigmatic gaze.
As she approached the outlet, the point was vacant. But suddenly a
strange, dishevelled figure, hatless, and in a blood-stained British
uniform, emerged from the trees near by, came down amid the tall yellow
grasses, and stood staring across the lake. He stood thus with blank
eyes for a moment, apparently not seeing the canoe, then pitched
forward, and lay on his face close to the water's edge.
With one sharp cry of his name, Barbara surged upon the paddle and shot
the canoe toward land, wasting no mare breath on words. She sprang
ashore, turned the still form over, loosened the low vest and the
throat of the shirt, and dashed water in the white, stained, deathlike
face. At first she thought he was dead, and she felt things growing
black before her eyes. Then she caught herself, and held herself
steady for the need. If she could not be strong now, what right had
she to call herself a woman, or to love a man. She felt at his heart
and found that he was alive. She saw that he was sorely wounded. She
told herself that he had swooned from loss of blood, weariness,
hunger,--but that he had lived, would live, must live. Then she
dragged him further back into the grass, where he was hidden.
Calling Keep from the canoe, she sat down for a moment with Robert's
head in her lap, and planned what should be done. He must not be found
in Second Westings, that she knew. For an English prisoner of war it
would be all very well,--but for a Tory it might be different. She
could take no risks. In a moment or two her mind was made up. She
bent over, and kissed the unresponding mouth. Then she rose, and
turned to Keep, who had stood sniffing at Robert's clothes with
sympathetic interest. They were shocking clothes, but Keep dimly
remembered the man within them. Barbara pointed to the helpless
figure, saying:
"Lie down, Keep!"
And Keep lay down, with his muzzle on Robert's arm.
"Guard, sir!" commanded Barbara. And Keep rolled upon her a
comprehending and obedient eye. Then she pushed off the canoe, and
paddled hastily down the river to fetch old Debby.
During all these years since Barbara's interrupted flight, no one had
really read her heart, or been the unacknowledged recipient of her
confidences, so fully as Mrs. Debby Blue. Now, when Barbara arrived,
breathless, with great, strained eyes, tears in her voice, but her red
mouth sternly set, the old woman understood with few words. At another
time, Barbara would have been amazed at this swift understanding. Now,
she was only grateful for it. While she was explaining, Debby was
rummaging on shelves and in boxes, looking for sundry simples of her
cunning extraction. At last she said:
"Don't you be worried, my sweeting. If Mr. Robert kin be cured up, old
Debby's the one that kin cure him up, well as any doctor in the land,
not even exceptin' Doctor Jim. An' I've got the place where we kin
hide him, too, an' keep him safe till he gits well. An' now, I'm after
you, Miss Barby, sweetheart!"
"God bless your dear, true heart, Debby," cried Barbara, leading the
way in hot haste to the canoe.
When they arrived at the point, Robert was just recovering
consciousness, in a dazed fashion. They saw him make an effort to sit
up; and they saw Keep, who was nothing if not literal in his
interpretation of Barbara's commands, put his two huge fore paws on
Robert's breast and firmly push him down again. The tears jumped to
Barbara's eyes at this, and she gave a little hysterical laugh,
exclaiming:
"Just look at that, Debby! Good _dear_ old Keep! Even he knows that
Robert must be kept hidden!"
When they got to him, he sat up determinedly, and recognised Barbara
with a look of utter content.
"You, my lady! I have come a very long way to look--" and then he sank
off again, falling back into Barbara's supporting arms.
[Illustration: _He sank off again, falling back into Barbara's
supporting arms_.]
"Why, he's _starved_, that's what he is!" exclaimed Debby, examining
him critically and feeling his pulse. "An' he's lost pretty nigh all
the blood was ever in him. An' he's got two wounds here, either one
enough to do for a man!"
She forced some fiery liquor down his throat, and then, as a faint
colour came back to his lips, she gave him to drink from a bottle of
milk. He drank eagerly, but automatically, without opening his eyes.
"He's been wounded at White Plains, poor dear!" murmured Barbara,
leaning over him a face of brooding tenderness.
"An' he's wandered all the way up here, a-lookin' for you, Miss Barby!"
responded the old woman.
"Do you really think so?" murmured Barbara.
"No manner of doubt!" said old Debby, positively, as she set about
dressing and binding Robert's wounds.
In a little while Robert was able to sit up again; and then to be
helped to his feet; and then to be half guided, half carried to the
canoe. There he was placed on a bed of heaped armfuls of dry grass.
Old Debby squatted precariously in the bow,--she was more at home in a
punt than in a canoe,--and Barbara thrust out from shore, heading down
the little river.
Robert was still too far gone in exhaustion to explain his strange
appearance at Second Westings, or to ask any questions, or to care
where he was going, so long as he was able to open his eyes every once
in awhile and look at Barbara. When he did so, Barbara would smile
back reassuringly, and lay a slim brown finger on her lips, as a sign
that he was not to talk. And happily he would close his eyes again.
Barbara paddled down past Debby's landing, past the ducks and hens and
turkeys, now too lazy to make more than casual comment. Keep,
meanwhile, followed anxiously along the shore, close to the edge, and
now and then splashing in belly deep.
"How far is it, Debby dear?" asked Barbara, presently.
"Jest a little mite furder," answered the old woman, who relished the
situation immensely. "A matter of half a mile, maybe!"
And so they slipped noiselessly on, in that enchanted light, over that
enchanted water with its reflections of amber and blue. Some crows,
grown suddenly garrulous over private matters, cawed pleasantly in the
pine-tops a little way off against the sky, and then subsided again
into silence.
On both banks of the stream the trees held out their leaves, russet and
gold, amethyst and bronze and scarlet, like so many little elfin hands
attesting that all fair dreams come true at last for those who have the
key to the inner mysteries.
Barbara was paddling in a dream herself, when suddenly old Debby said,
"Turn in here, my sweeting! Here to your right!"
"But where?" asked Barbara, puzzled. "I don't see any place to turn
in!"
"Straight through them dripping branches yonder by the water-logged
stump!" directed the old woman. "Straight on through!"
As the prow of the canoe came up to what was seemingly the shore, old
Debby parted the branches. As the canoe pushed onward, she continued
this process,--and a few feet in from the main stream they entered a
long, narrow deadwater, deep and clear, and perfectly hidden from the
world. It was perhaps a hundred yards in length, slightly winding; and
at its head, on a gentle rise, stood a little deserted log cabin.
"Oh, _Debby_!" cried Barbara. "How did you ever find such a place?"
"It's been empty this ten year!" answered Debby. "An' folks has
forgotten, that ever knowed. An' I've been keepin' it to myself, when
I wanted to get away from the ducks an' hens a mite. An' I've kep' it
from fallin' to pieces. I'll nurse Master Robert here till he's able
to get away, if it takes a year. An' I'll come back and forward in my
punt. There's a bunk ready now, full of pine-needles; an' when we get
him into it we'll go back to make it all right with Aunt Hitty.
_Ain't_ I got a head on my old shoulders, now, Miss Barby?"
Even as Debby had so swiftly and fully planned, it was done. Robert
was still so far gone in exhaustion, and so wandering in his mind, that
Barbara would not let him talk; and before they left him--with Keep an
incorruptible sentry at the door--he had fallen into a deep sleep.
When they returned a couple hours later, he was awake and quite clear,
and so determined to talk that Barbara could not but let him. He sat
up in the bunk, but Barbara, bending shining eyes down close to his,
laid him back upon the pillow.
"Debby says you must not sit up at all, Robert!" she said.
"And what do you say, my lady?" he asked, devouring her radiant dark
face with his eyes.
"I say so, too!" she answered, laughing softly.
"Why, my lady?" he persisted.
"Because it will hinder you getting well, Silly!" she replied, touching
his hair with cool fingers.
"What matter about a 'damned Tory' getting well?" he began, being very
weak and foolish. But the slim hand sweetly closed his mouth.
"How did you get here--to me?" Barbara asked, changing the subject.
He smiled up at her.
"We charged through the rebels!" he explained, frankly. "We cut them
down, and scattered them, and chased them till we were within the
enemy's lines. Then we could not get back. They surrounded us. They
overwhelmed us. We were annihilated. I escaped, I shall never know
how, hatless and horseless, as you found me, my lady, I tried to get
back to my regiment. It was no use. Then, somehow, a spirit in my
feet led me back here, to you. I just escaped capture a score of
times. I had nothing to eat for days, save roots and leaves. I
remember coming to the shore of the dear lake, and straining my eyes
across it, to see the chimneys of the house where my love lay. Then I
saw no more, knew no more, till I saw my love herself in very truth,
leaning her face over mine. And I thought I was in heaven, my lady."
"You still love me, Robert, after the hideous way I treated you?"
questioned Barbara, her voice a little tremulous.
He started again to sit up; but being again suppressed, was fain to
content himself with clutching both her hands to his lips.
"There is nothing in the world but you, Barbara," he said. "There is
nothing I want but you, wonderful one!"
"Then--you may take me, Robert, I think!" she whispered, dropping her
face, and brushing his lips with her hair.
"Me?" he cried, in a voice suddenly strong, glad, and incredulous.
"Me? Sick near to death, hunted near to death, a beaten and fleeing
enemy, a Tory? I may take you, my queen, my beloved?"
"Whatever you are, dear, I have found that you are my love," she
answered. "I don't care much what you are, so long as you are mine. I
find I am just a woman, Robert--and in my conceit I thought myself
something more. I love my country, truly. But I love my lover more.
I shall not ask you whether you bow to King or to Congress,--but only
ask you to get well!"
He reached up both arms, and slowly pulled down her still averted face
till it was close to his. Then she turned her face suddenly to him,
and her lips met his. A moment later she untwined his arms, went to
the door, and glanced unheeding down at old Debby, gathering wood.
Then, her face and eyes still glowing, she came back, smoothed his
hair, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and said, "Now you must be
quiet, dear. Debby will scold me if I let you talk any more!"
But Robert was excited, drunk with new joy after long despair.
"Just one word, and I will obey, dear heart! Listen, my lady. I will
draw sword no more in this quarrel. I have given my blood, my
lands,--I have given, as I thought, my love,--for a cause already lost,
for a cause that I felt to be wrong from the day of Lexington, But
whichever side wins, I will stay in my own country, if my country, when
it is all over, will let me stay. When I am well enough to go
away--love, love, will you go with me, to return, when the fighting and
the fury cease, to our own dear river and our own dear woods?"
"Yes, you know I will, Robert," answered Barbara, kneeling down and
looking into his eyes. "You know that is what I am planning, dear one.
Now go to sleep, and get well, and take me away when you will!" And
holding her hand against his neck he forthwith went to sleep, like a
child, tired and contented.
Barbara knelt for a long time unmoving, her hand warm in his weak
clasp, and was grateful to old Debby for staying so long away. As she
knelt, the side of her face to the door, she heard a soft _thud, thud_
on the threshold, and looked around out of the corners of her eyes
without turning her head. She saw two wild rabbits, filled with
curiosity at finding the cabin door open. They hopped in warily, and
went bounding all about the room, sniffing with their sensitive, cleft
nostrils; waving their ears back and forth at every faint whisper; and
from time to time sitting up to ponder their discovery. One of them
bounded over Barbara's little foot, turned to examine it, and nibbled
tentatively at the heel of her shoe till she had to make the muscles
tense to keep him from pulling it off. Then, standing up together for
a moment, they seemed to take counsel and conclude that they had
business elsewhere. As they hopped lazily away from the door, Barbara
got up and followed to look after them. The wonderful day was drawing
to its close; and long, straight beams of rosy gold, enmeshed with the
haze, were streaming through the trees to her very feet. She laughed a
little happy laugh under her breath. Those bright paths leading to the
sun seemed a fair omen.
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establish a little community.
The author leads the little band along the path of disillusionment, and
gives some brilliant flashes of light on one side of an important
question.
TONO-BUNGAY. By Herbert George Wells.
The hero of this novel is a young man who, through hard work, earns a
scholarship and goes to London.
Written with a frankness verging on Rousseau's, Mr. Wells still uses
rare discrimination and the border line of propriety is never crossed.
An entertaining book with both a story and a moral, and without a dull
page--Mr. Wells's most notable achievement.
A HUSBAND BY PROXY. By Jack Steele.
A young criminologist, but recently arrived in New York city, is drawn
into a mystery, partly through financial need and partly through his
interest in a beautiful woman, who seems at times the simplest child
and again a perfect mistress of intrigue. A baffling detective story.
LIKE ANOTHER HELEN. By George Horton. Illustrated by C. M. Relyea.
Mr. Horton's powerful romance stands in a new field and brings an
almost unknown world in reality before the reader--the world of
conflict between Greek and Turk on the Island of Crete. The "Helen" of
the story is a Greek, beautiful, desolate, defiant--pure as snow.
There is a certain new force about the story, a kind of
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THE MASTER OF APPLEBY. By Francis Lynde. Illustrated by T. de
Thulstrup.
A novel tale concerning itself in part with the great struggle in the
two Carolinas, but chiefly with the adventures therein of two gentlemen
who loved one and the same lady.
A strong, masculine and persuasive story.
A MODERN MADONNA. By Caroline Abbot Stanley.
A story of American life, founded on facts as they existed some years
ago in the District of Columbia. The theme is the maternal love and
splendid courage of a woman.
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WHEN A MAN MARRIES. By Mary Roberts Rinehart. Illustrated by Harrison
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A young artist, whose wife had recently divorced him, finds that a
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THE FASHIONABLE ADVENTURES OF JOSHUA CRAIG. By David Graham Phillips.
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A young westerner, uncouth and unconventional, appears in political and
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"DOC." GORDON. By Mary E. Wilkins-Freeman. Illustrated by Frank T.
Merrill.
Against the familiar background of American town life, the author
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HOLY ORDERS. By Marie Corelli.
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KATRINE. By Elinor Macartney Lane. With frontispiece.
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THE FORTUNES OF FIFI. By Molly Elliot Seawell. Illustrated by T. de
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A story of life in France at the time of the first Napoleon. Fifi, a
glad, mad little actress of eighteen, is the star performer in a third
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SHE THAT HESITATES. By Harris Dickson. Illustrated by C. W. Relyea.
The scene of this dashing romance shifts from Dresden to St. Petersburg
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THE PRIDE OF JENNICO. Being a Memoir of Captain Basil Jennico.
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THE SECRET ORCHARD. Illustrated by Charles D. Williams.
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YOUNG APRIL. With illustrations by A. B. Wenzell.
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FLOWER O' THE ORANGE. With frontispiece.
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MY MERRY ROCKHURST. Illustrated by Arthur E. Becher.
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THE OCTOPUS. A Story of California.
Mr. Norris conceived the ambitious idea of writing a trilogy of novels
which, taken together, shall symbolize American life as a whole, with
all its hopes and aspirations and its tendencies, throughout the length
and breadth of the continent. And for the central symbol he has taken
wheat, as being quite literally the ultimate source of American power
and prosperity. _The Octopus_ is a story of wheat raising and railroad
greed in California. It immediately made a place for itself.
It is full of enthusiasm and poetry and conscious strength. One cannot
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THE PIT. A Story of Chicago.
This powerful novel is the fictitious narrative of a deal in the
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city by the lakes. The social existence, the gambling in stocks and
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A MAN'S WOMAN.
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her husband when both have well-defined careers.
McTEAGUE. A Story of San Francisco.
"Since Bret Harte and the Forty-niner no one has written of California
life with the vigor and accuracy of Mr. Norris. His 'McTeague' settled
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be the most popular of the three."--_Washington Times_.
BLIX.
"Frank Norris has written in 'Blix' just what such a woman's name would
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McTeague.' A splendid and successful story."--_Washington Times_.
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