IX

Rose came down out of her chamber after supper on a warm still evening.

She had stayed in retirement nearly all day. Grandmother had been

suffering discomfort from the heat and was better alone. Peter had gone

to town, and he had not come back. The girl stopped in the doorway of

the silent house and looked out into the night. It was all moonlight,

all mysterious shadows and enchanting stillnesses. The glamour of the

hour lay over it like a veil, and her heart responded to the calling

from mysterious distances, voices that were those of life itself

springing within her and echoing back from that delusive world. She

stood there smiling a little, trying to keep the wholesome bitterness of

her mood, because she thought she knew what a deceiving jade fortune is,

and yet with her young heart pathetically craving life and the fullness

of it. Rose thought she had quite fathomed the worth of things. She knew

the bravest shows are made by the trickiest design, and she had sworn,

in desperate defense of herself, to "take the world but as the

world,"--a gaming-ground for base passions and self-love. But to-night

all the instincts of youth in her were innocently vocal. Here was the

beautiful earth, again fecund and full of gifts. She could not help

believing in it. She gathered her skirts about her, and stepped out into

the dew, and with no avowed purpose, but, straight as inevitable intent

could lead her, crossed the orchard and went down across the field to

Osmond. She had selected that way, in her unconscious mind, when

grandmother had that morning sent her into the attic to look at some

precious heirlooms in disuse. Looking out of the attic window she had

noted his little shack and fields of growing things, and some impatience

then had said to her, That would be the way to get to him. Before the

last wall, she came out on a low rise where there was a spreading tree.

It was an oak tree, and though there seemed to be no wind that night,

the leaves rustled thinly.

"Where are you going?" It was Osmond's voice out of the shadow near the

wall.

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