EDITH RECOVERS AND YOUNG COBB PAYS HIS RESPECTS.
It was another morning in May. The sun was climbing over the wooded
hills to the east; the wind was pulsing through the leafing trees; the
wild flowers were blooming by the roadside and in the dusky dells; the
butterfly, bee and bird were in their delights of mating, and all
creation was swinging in the swing of renewed vitality at the touch of
speeding spring.
Edith, with the ever confiding Star by her side, sat wrapped in a summer
cloak on the eastern end of the sweeping reach of the veranda of the
Summit House, which sits, with much pretentious rambling, where the old
National way winds up from the east and twists up from the west in its
macadamed smoothness in crossing the mountain divide.
Life is beautiful and life is sweet; but what is life without that which
the pure heart craves? The wind may sing to you in dulcing notes; the
birds may send forth their most ravishing rhapsodies; the flowers may
spray you with their cologne of incense; but what are they to the spirit
in which the call is answered? The sun may shine, the moon may beam, the
stars may twinkle; but what are they compared to the responsive cry of
the soul's affinity. Deep, deep, unanswerable is the mystery.
Edith asked the sun, the moon, the stars; the wind, the trees, the
birds, the flowers, and everything; she felt the soothing wind, heard
the singing birds, caught the lulling scents; but they all gave back the
answer: mystery! mystery! It is all a mystery, that bright, beaming,
radiating longing that paints the beautiful pictures from a palping
heart that has received an echo from its secret throbs.
As the sun climbed up his way, the wind lowered its beating pulses, and
a shimmer of warmth spread over the hills and woods and fields and deep
valleys. Life came up out of the east; and out of the depths of the
hotel. Farmers would pass in their rattling rigs; woodmen roll by in
their lumbering wagons; autos puff up the hills with their loads of
pleasure seekers, stop awhile, unload, and spin on again. Late risers
sauntered out on the veranda--ladies and gentlemen of leisure, and
children--in idling costumes, and tramp off time, as a bracer for the
morning feast. Noises came out of the interior, like a modified din from
chambers of revelry. Bells, on straying sheep, or browsing cattle,
tinkled in the distance. Axes rang somewhere in the silent forests;
sounds of many kind broke out from everywhere; and the world was full
astir.
It was wonderful to Edith, this new life, with its healing balm of fresh
air, bright sun, green vegetation, pleasant sounds--all undimmed,
untarnished, uncontaminated by smoke and fog and grime of her native
city. It was wonderful, to Edith, to see the bright faces of the
mountain people, coming and going on their daily trips to Uniontown; it
was wonderful to see how light-hearted, how gay, how spirited were those
of the leisure class who spent their nights at this health-giving
resort, and their days in the towns below.
It was all wonderful, indeed. It was wonderful how fast she recovered
her strength; how quickly the fires of health returned to her cheeks;
how speedily her drooping spirits mounted to that pinnacle where the
flagging soul ceases to repine. But was it all the bracing air, the
burning sun, the happy birds, the blooming flowers, that effected her
cure, as if by the magic touch of that enchantress, Isis? Mystery!
Among those who arrived that morning from the nether lands was Jasper
Cobb. He came in due formality of traveling as was his wont. He had his
valet, who had his hat boxes and suit cases and trunks. He had his cane,
his pipe and his et cetera. He was surprised, of course, but delighted,
naturally, to see Edith and Star sitting on the wide veranda, as he
jauntily floated up to them after disposing of his valet and other
personal things.
"Well, well! if this isn't a surprise to shock your grandmother and
throw your granddaddy into hysterics!" he exclaimed, coming up to them,
making a bow that almost threw them into the titters, over its profound
ridiculousness. "Why, when did you come here?" he asked, as if he had
not known beforehand.
"We have been here for two weeks," answered Edith, respectfully,
although she abhorred him.
"You certainly look better, Miss Jarney; you, too, Miss Barton," he
said, with a protracted smile of the wheedling variety. "This rarefied
atmosphere, away from the Pittsburgh smoke, appears to agree with you
two, charmingly."
"It does very well; very well," said Edith, disinclined to be friendly.
"I hope we may see each other often, Miss Jarney--and Miss Barton," he
continued, insinuatingly. "If you two have not dined I should deem it a
favor to have your company."
"Thank you; we have already dined," responded Edith.
"If you will excuse me, then, I will perform that necessary duty
myself," he returned. After a sweeping bow and another wheedling smile
that he might as well have kept to himself, he left them.
"I do hope we will not be bored to death by that young man," said Edith.
"What will we do, Edith?" asked Star. "If we remain here and he remains
here, it will be rather awkward to get rid of him."
"Oh, we will show him what respect we can without losing our own
self-respect," said Edith. "I wonder what brought him here?"
"Pursuing you, I suppose, Edith."
"He will have his trouble for naught, Star," replied Edith, with a toss
of her head.
"I should think he would know enough to comprehend a few hints," said
Star.
"Some people don't, you know, Star," said Edith, rising and drawing the
mantle closer about her shoulders. "Let us go for a walk down the
mountain road, so we will not be bothered with him, at least for
awhile."
But Jasper was not to be so easily shook by such a furtive departure on
the part of Edith and Star; for that young man, immediately after
finishing his breakfast, and ascertaining from the keeper of the grounds
the direction in which they had gone, lighted his pipe, gloved his
hands, and, armed with his cane, went after them at a pace that would do
well for a Weston in his hikes. He found them after a short walk down
the hill aways, sitting in the shade of a spreading chestnut tree. The
young ladies saw him coming, but they could not retreat, nor flee in any
direction, so had to make the most of him, for a time. He, being a very
brisk and bold young man, with a dandified swagger in his bearing and a
distorted vainness about his personality, approached Edith and Star with
such a rush of enthusiasm that they had cause to be exasperated at his
manners.
"Hah, playing hide and seek with each other, are you?" he said, with an
overbearing sweetness and an impertinent geniality.
"Not at all; just resting after our walk down the hill preparatory for
the returning climb," answered Edith, with an effort to be a little
disdainful; but if he noticed this in her, it was more than anybody else
could see, for it was quite contrary to her nature to be disrespectful,
except when brought to extremities, no matter how hard she tried, even
toward the worst of fists. "Finding it getting warm," she continued, "we
sat down here to rest before returning."
"Aren't you going any farther? Which way?" he asked.
"Up the hill," she answered his implied questions.
"Then I may accompany you on the return?" he asked.
Edith glanced at Star, Star at Edith, for an answer; but neither
answered for a moment. Then Edith, seeing the predicament they would be
in of either saying yes, or offering a rebuke, said: "We came out for a
quiet walk together, Mr. Cobb, and thought we would find rest down here,
and be away from the people up there--" pointing toward the hotel; "but
if you are going up the hill, we will see who can go the faster."
"Banter me for a race, do you?" he said, ingratiatingly.
"Oh, not necessarily," returned Edith, with a laugh.
"All right, then a walk it shall be," he said airily, not a whit
disposed toward being piqued at the young ladies' desire to have done
with him.
Edith and Star started off together at a lively step on the upgrade
tramp, Jasper keeping by their side, with even step, in a palavering
mood. His talk was simply airy nothings, commonplace enough in its most
brilliant stages, and foolish enough for the most twadling and
appreciative loiterer of swelldom. He had a sort of rude wit about him
that might be very interesting and enjoyable to a crowd of sports, but
to Edith and Star he was a driveling idiot.
The walk progressed at such a rate that very soon Edith, in her desire
to keep in advance of him, began to lag, and her breath was coming too
fast and furious for her benefit; but Star, who yet showed no signs of
fatigue, had taken Edith by the arm to urge her along the best she
could. Edith's face was excessively red from the great exertion, and
sweat stood out on her forehead like morning dew on the crimson clover
bloom.
"Whew!" exclaimed Edith, at last, puffing and blowing, and heaving her
breast in harmony with her rapid respiration, and saying between
breaths, "that is--a little--too--much."
"You are blowing like a porpoise," said Jasper, as he stopped and was
contemplating her from head to foot, using his cane for a rest, on which
he leaned. "Shall I fetch an auto for you?"
"No; I can make it up the hill; but I must take it slower," she
answered, holding her hand over her heart.
"If you will permit me, I will assist you," he said.
"Oh, never mind me, I will get there, eventually."
"Come on, then," he said, with coarseness, as he laid hold of her arm to
urge her forward; and thus between the two they got her up the hill.
Simultaneously with their rounding the hill from the east, there rounded
the same hill from the west a double team of farm horses hitched to a
cumbersome wagon. On a flat board seat, across the bed in front, sat a
young man about twenty years of age, and a lass of about sixteen
blooming summers in her face. The horses moved at a slow and lazy pace,
after having pulled a heavy load up the winding stretch of three mile
grade, and stopped at the apex for a "blow" before relieving the
pressure on their collars for the downward pull. At the stopping of the
team, Edith and Star and Jasper came abreast in their walking, and also
stopped for a "blow" before entering the hotel.
This meeting seemed to have been the result of prearrangement, so
natural did the precise moment of stopping appear. The young man in the
wagon was a pronounced blonde; but the many seasons that he had spent in
the mountains had bronzed his cheeks to a coppery red, and made him a
very healthy and rugged youth, withal. He had a regularity of features
that could not be gainsayed for their Grecian similarity. His light
blue eyes were sharp, steady, penetrating. With a slouch hat on his
head, flapping down on both sides, and tending to pokeness at the crown;
a check shirt opened in front and turned aside, revealing a deep manly
breast, and turned up sleeves exposing muscular arms from the elbows to
a set of rough but well shaped hands--he sat like a monument of Strength
and Health and Robust Beauty, resting his horses, and indifferent to the
astonished gaze of the city bred people standing by. The young lady by
his side, in the flower of young maidenhood, was a counterpart of the
young man; and they were, without a doubt, from the same family tree.
Her pink-lined sun-bonnet of gingham, accentuated by the warming sun,
caused her face to glow, as if on fire, and her red calico dress could
not have added more demureness to her looks had it been made of the
richest silk.
Thus, as they came by chance together, at such a time and at such a
place, and under such pleasant circumstances, the three a-foot and the
two a-riding cast contradictory glances at each other. Edith thought she
saw in the young mountaineer an embossed replica of some one else; and
also in the face of the young girl she was sure there was the
heavenly-traced picture of another face. Star, with her head thrown
back, in contemplative grandeur, looked at them with a stare of
uncertain recognition. The young man in the wagon was about to speak,
believing them to be friendly disposed vacationists, and would not mind
a turn of conversation with him, being as he was of the out of the way
places of their humdrum existence; but before he could do so, Edith
suddenly plucked Star by the arm, and with her ran toward the hotel
entrance, not stopping till she had gained the wide veranda, panting
again, and all excited. Reaching the vantage of that viewpoint, and
while standing behind a shielding porch column, she peeped from behind
it, like one frightened. She beheld the mountaineer, with the little
girl, disappear below the hill, and heard the screeching of the rubber
blocks of his wagon, and saw the louting Jasper ambling, with a
whistling note to keep him step, down the pikeway toward the hotel.
"Star, that was John's brother!" exclaimed Edith, after he had
disappeared over the hill, "and that little girl was his sister."
Resuming her composure over the excitement the incident caused, she sat
down in one of the lounging chairs, with Star by her looking serious
enough herself.
"I believe so, Edith; but why didn't we stop long enough to talk with
them?" said Star, apparently disappointed.
"Oh, I wanted to stop to speak--but that would not do, dear Star--would
not do at all; but I will have a talk with them when he comes here next
week, never mind," cried Edith, with much joyousness in the ring of her
voice. "Isn't she such a pretty creature--just like one of those little
fairy mountain girls you see sometimes in romantic plays in the
theaters, and I know she is more romantic."
"What do you think of him, Edith--the man--her brother--if that is whom
he is?" asked Star, blushing for the first time Edith ever saw that
intelligible sign in her face.
"If he is not Mr. Winthrope's brother, he is his living stature in
bronze," replied Edith; "and now, Star, tell me your opinion?"
"I can't say that I have an opinion, Edith; I am really dumb with
amazement. He is such a big fellow--more like a mill-worker, or
such--oh, my, Edith; don't ask me for--"
"Well, now, I like that way of speaking about Mr. Winthrope's brother.
Maybe it was not him at all, and we have had our little scare for
nothing. Oh, goodness! here comes Mr. Cobb again! dear me!" and Edith
subsided.
Pursuing the tenor of his prevailing thoughts, Jasper Cobb sought Edith
and found her on the eastern end of the veranda. After saluting the two
young ladies again quite prodigiously, he asked Edith for a private
interview at once. Star, hearing the request, rose and left them, as if
she had an errand in her room, before Edith had time to ask her to
remain. Star, however, was waiting for such an opportunity to absent
herself, knowing what young Cobb's mission was. Having been informed by
Edith what her answer would be, she went away satisfied that she would
return to find that young man laboring under a severe jolt to his
mercenary soul.
Now, when alone, Mr. Cobb drew up a seat and sat near Edith.
"Miss Jarney, we have always been friends--our families?"
"Yes."
"And we have been friends for years, you and I?"
"Yes."
"Would you consider a proposition from me to make that friendship
permanent and lasting?"
"Yes."
His heart bounded--a little.
"Well, Miss Jarney--may I call you Edith?--I came here to ask you to
marry me?"
"You?" she said, turning on him.
"Yes; me," he answered, dejectedly, for he caught the tone of her voice
in no uncertain meaning.
"No," said Edith, firmly, looking at him, with a sort of a commiserated
smile for his imbecility. "If you want to be my friend, Mr. Cobb, all
right, you may consider me as such; but, as to marrying you, never can I
make up my mind to that end."
"Dear Miss Jarney, you don't know the blow that you have struck me--it
almost topples me over," he insisted, and Edith came near laughing in
his face, so ludicrous was the expression that he had now assumed. "I
have always thought you had encouraged me--"
"Oh, never was I guilty of such an offense, Mr. Cobb--never. You are
laboring under a misconception, or a delusion, or something else.
Encourage you, Mr. Cobb? How ridiculous!"
"Then, you refuse?" he asked, coldly and fiercely.
"I most certainly have my senses with me," she retorted, with a laugh.
"Ah, then, I'll go my old way. I thought I might settle down some day
and be a man," he whispered.
"Be a man first, Mr. Cobb, and settle down afterwards, is my advice to
you," she responded.
"You are cruel, Miss Jarney--cruel--as cruel as all the other women of
the rich, who make monkeys of we men folk," he said, despairingly.
"You must understand, Mr. Cobb, that I am not one 'of all the other
women' of the rich, of whom you speak so slightingly," she replied,
still keeping a good temper.
"Well, I guess not, Miss Jarney," he said, with a sneer, looking away
from her. "I see, Miss Jarney--I am not blind--that you have set your
cap for that young man in your father's office."
"You are disrespectful, Mr. Cobb; leave me at once," she replied, with
some scorn for the first time exhibiting itself in her bearing. She
arose and left him sitting there alone, with his pipe as his only
comforting companion. After recovering from this jolt, as Star
predicted, he gathered up his belongings, together with his valet, and
vanished.
Imagine such a union of hearts! There are plenty of them founded upon
the rock of riches. Yes; imagine it! See this young man Cobb, and know
his worth! His face was like that of a well bred bull terrier, with a
pipe between its lips, and a red cap upon its head. He had a pair of
dull-gray pants on his hind legs, and they were turned up, with a pair
of yellow shoes sticking out below the turn-ups. Around the middle of
his body was a yellow belt fastened by a silver buckle, and above the
belt was a silken white shirt, with turn-down collar, and around the
collar was a red necktie, in which stuck a scarabee pin. And he called
himself a man worthy of Edith.
He had been to Harvard, she to Vassar. She had learned to write a
grammatical sentence and spell in the good old Websterian way. She could
sing and play on the piano; and converse on the economic questions of
the day with the perspicacity of a Stowe. She read the poets down
through the catalogue of famous men and women, and the novelists of the
class of Dickens and Hawthorne. She knew of the painters, the musicians,
the theologians, and could talk intelligently on them all.
Him? He had learned a lot of things. He could flip the Harvard stroke
with the ease of a Cook. He could make a touchdown without breaking
sixteen ribs of an adversary. He could twirl the pigskin like an artist
of the green cloth. He could take the long jump, or the long hike, with
the grace of a giraffe. He could dance like a terpsichorian dame. He
could drink whiskey, champagne and beer, smoke cigaretts, play cards. He
could talk with the profundity of an ass and write with the imbecility
of an ox. Yes, indeed, he had all the refinements of a college
education--the kind confined to the male gender. The only virtue he had
was his prospective inheritance from his father--money.
And he wanted Edith to marry him! Pooh!