"Father!" said Jean, closing the study door and standing guard in
front of it lest her mother enter suddenly and be frightened at what
she was saying, "Father, I must go to Hawk Valley at once,--to-day!
No, it isn't Eleanor, nor any of them----" she added hastily, as she
saw the quick apprehension in her father's face. "They are all well.
I've just had a long letter from Eleanor. Father, it's the man who
saved my life! He is dying and he needs me. I know he wants me. I
love him, father, and he loves me! He didn't think you would like
him, and so we never said anything about it--but now he's dying and I
_must go_!"
The look in her eyes and the tilt of her chin were her father's own
when he felt he must fulfil some high calling and would not be
gainsaid. He knew at a glance that it was useless to try to stop
her. Besides, he had all confidence in her.
"I see, daughter," he said with instant comprehension and a swift
vision of what the wistfulness in her face had meant all these long
months. "How soon can you be ready? There is a train at six, I
think."
"I will be ready, father," she said, and then, turning, laid her head
for an instant on his shoulder and hid her face in his neck. "Oh,
father _dear_!"
He folded her close and kissed her. "Courage, daughter! Trust in
our Father's tenderness."
"Thank you so much, father, for understanding," she said, lifting her
eyes to his face.
"You will want me to go with you, daughter?" he asked, trying to
think how it would be possible.
"No, father, you couldn't. You have that funeral to-morrow, and they
need you," she answered, drying her tears, "and then, it wouldn't do
to leave mother. No, I can go alone perfectly well. Here is
Eleanor's letter. Read it with mother. That will explain a good
deal. I will tell you more on the way to the station. He is the one
who won the laurel wreath at the tournament. I told you a little
about him----"
"Yes, I know. I understand! Poor little child! Now go quickly and
I will explain to your mother about it. You haven't much time.
Don't try to pack more than a suit case. We can send your trunk on
after you."
There are not many fathers so wise as this one, who seemed to know
without asking just what was needed, who refrained from needless
questions, calmed the frail mother's fears, and helped his girl away
to her pain or her rejoicing as it should prove to be, with a
blessing upon her as she left.
It was in the sunset gloaming that she arrived in Hawk Valley and the
gold of the sky lay behind the hills, ruby lined, like the gold of
Jasper Holt's roses whose sweet withered leaves lay stored among her
linen in her bureau drawer at home.
They met her at the station, for a telegram had heralded her coming.
Quietly, with hushed voices, they met her; for death waited beside
the couch in the guest room of their home, and they had guessed how
it must be between these two.
"He seems to be sleeping his life away," said Eleanor, folding a
cloak about her sister, for she saw that it was going hard with her.
"They cannot rouse him. He seems content to go. He does not want to
live. It is strange with one so strong and young----"
The light of battle came into the younger sister's eyes, but she
answered nothing.
"Better come and get something to eat first," said Eleanor, when they
reached the house, but Jean shook her head and fled up the stairs.
There could not have been anything quieter than the way she opened
the door and slipped into that room. Her very garments seemed to
cling and hush about her as she walked. But he opened his eyes at
once; a strange, wondering look came into them as she came across the
room and knelt beside him with a smile. Then she bowed her head and
laid her lips upon his.
The doctors and the nurse who stood by were as nothing. There were
just these two in the universe and all else was hushed.
So she moved about his room, or sat close beside his couch. She was
there when he woke in the night, and looked at her, murmuring very
low:
"Are you real or a dream?"
"I'm real, dear. I will not go away," she breathed, and laid her
soft lips on his again. This time his own responded feebly.
It was in the morning that the doctors said there was hope, though
they confessed afterward that recovery began with his first sight of
Jean's face.
Jean scarcely left his side day or night, and seemed tireless. Often
she slept on a low stool beside the bed, with her head against his
pillow. One bright morning he awoke to find her sleeping so, and
laid his weak uncertain hand softly upon her head. She opened her
eyes, met his smile, and knew that he was better.
"A life for a life," he said softly. "Dear, you must go to your bed
and rest. I will get well now. You are killing yourself."
But her smile shone forth radiantly.
"I couldn't rest away from you," she said, giving him a dazzling
look. "I'm not going to leave you any more, ever!" Then she paused
and looked shyly up again. "Unless," she added archly,
"unless--you've changed your mind and don't want me. In that case
I'll go back home as soon as you are able to be out."
"Oh, _my dear_!" he said softly, and drew her down to his breast with
his one good arm. "Do you mean it? Not leave me again ever? Are
you willing to be my wife? Can you really trust me now?"
"I've trusted you always," she said softly, nestling her face against
his cheek. "I trusted you the first time I saw you."
"But your people, Jean?"
"My people all love you and honor you," said Jean, with shining eyes.
"They think you are magnificent! They cannot say enough about you.
Eleanor would bow down and kiss your feet, and my father and mother
know all about you and have sent me to you willingly. But, Jasper,
listen, if every one in this wide world were against you, even my
dear people, I should marry you anyway and stay with you! I couldn't
live any longer without you!"
He looked into her eyes, and he drank in her trust and loveliness,
and beautiful self-surrender as if it had been some life-giving
draught; then he laid his hand upon her hair and pressed her closer
to him.
"Oh, you wonderful woman!" he said.
It did not take Jasper Holt long to get well after that. Hope and
joy shone in his eyes so that his face was dazzling to look upon, and
those who came into his room walked softly, filled with awe, that a
man who had come and gone among them for years and been held almost
in contempt, could have within him a soul so great and noble as to
shine like that in his face.
Jean's father and mother came west for a visit about that time, for
Jean wrote that there was no use expecting her to return now, and
when the two met, Jean's father and her lover, and stood hand in
hand, looking into one another's eyes for a full, long minute before
either spoke, each felt entirely satisfied.
Of course all this could not go on without the town knowing something
of the state of things, for everybody came to find out how the hero
was getting on; and Jasper Holt's men, as they came and went in grave
concern were beset with questions. And when Jean arrived, then her
parents, the town opened eyes of understanding and nodded gravely,
thinking it was well.
So when it was announced most informally that a wedding would take
place no one was surprised. Indeed, Jean's girl friends had been
embroidering and chattering away over wedding gifts for a week before
it was whispered officially that they would be needed. Once more the
Harrington house was smothered in flowers for Jean. Gifts came from
far and near, from all her old admirers who were now also with one
consent become Holt's admirers. But the flowers that Jean carried in
her arms when she came down the stairs, white clad and smiling, to
meet her bridegroom, were great Golden Sunset roses, gathered by
Holt's faithful men for her; and among the guests were all those men,
fifty-four of them, standing grim and embarrassed outside the door to
watch their leader stand among the flowers and take his beautiful
girl bride by the hand.
It was sunset again, gold and ruby sunset, when they went home to his
house, after the wedding supper.
The sky was broad and clear translucent gold, with a deep heart of
pure ruby blazing out behind the rose-wreathed cottage when Jean saw
it for the first time. The roses hung in heavy-headed wealth about
the doorway, and the men stood double ranked each side of the path.
They had decked the house for her coming, those rough men who loved
her lord, with boughs of sweet-smelling branches; heaped up blazing
logs in the big stone fireplace, and sand-strewn the floor all clean
and fresh. There alone at last together in their own home they stood
with ruby and golden light from the sunset windows mingling with the
soft flicker of firelight, and looked into each other's eyes and knew
that their heavenly Father had been good to them.
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GRACE LIVINGSTON HILL
April Gold
Happiness Hill
The Beloved Stranger
The Honor Girl
Bright Arrows
Kerry
Christmas Bride
Marigold
Crimson Roses
Miranda
Duskin
The Mystery of Mary
Found Treasure
Partners
A Girl to Come Home To
Rainbow Cottage
The Red Signal
White Orchids
Silver Wings
The Tryst
The Strange Proposal
Through These Fires
The Street of the City
All Through the Night
The Gold Shoe
Astra
Homing
Blue Ruin
Job's Niece
Challengers
The Man of the Desert
Coming Through the Rye
More Than Conqueror
Daphne Deane
A New Name
The Enchanted Barn
The Patch of Blue
Girl from Montana
The Ransom
Rose Galbraith
The Witness
Sound of the Trumpet
Sunrise
Tomorrow About This Time
Amorelle
Head of the House
Ariel Custer
In Tune with Wedding Bells
Chance of a Lifetime
Maris
Crimson Mountain
Out of the Storm
Exit Betty
Mystery Flowers
The Prodigal Girl
Girl of the Woods
Re-Creations
The White Flower
Matched Pearls
Time of the Singing of Birds
Ladybird
The Substitute Guest
Beauty for Ashes
Stranger Within the Gates
The Best Man
Spice Box
The Seventh Hour
Dawn of the Morning
The Search
Brentwood
Cloudy Jewel
The Voice in the Wilderness
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Morning Is for Joy
John Nielson Had a Daughter
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