"HUBERT CARES FOR ME NO LONGER," SOBBED THE GIRL.
It seemed to Hubert Varrick, as he clasped his arms around Gerelda, that
he must be some other person than the man who had once loved this girl
to idolatry. Now the clasp of her hand or the touch of her lips did not
afford him an extra pulse-glow.
"Tell me, Hubert," she cried, "that you are as glad to see me as I am to
see you."
"It is a great surprise to me, Gerelda," he answered, huskily, "so great
that I am not quite myself just now. It will take me some little time to
collect my scattered senses."
He led her to the nearest seat.
"My cousin has told you all that has happened to me from the hour that
we parted until now, darling," she whispered. "Now tell me, Hubert,
about yourself. Your heart must have almost broken, dear. I was fearful
lest you might have pined away and died because of my untimely loss."
"Oh, Gerelda!" he cried, starting up distressedly, tears choking his
voice, "do not say any more; you are unmanning me with every word you
utter. I-- I can not bear it!"
"Forgive me, my darling!" she muttered. "You are right. It is best not
to probe fresh wounds. But, oh! Hubert, I am so thankful that the
workings of fate have joined our hearts together at last!"
He could not find it in his heart to tell her the truth when she loved
him so; and yet he felt that he owed it to Gerelda to tell her all; but
it is hard, terribly hard to own up to being faithless; and he said to
himself that he could not tell her now, in the flush of her joy at
meeting him, but would break it to her later on.
"This almost seems like getting acquainted with you and falling in love
with you over again," laughed Gerelda, as she talked to him in the same
gay, witty manner that had once so enthralled him in the old days. "I
wonder, Hubert," she said at length, "that you have not asked me to sing
or play for you. You used to be so delighted to hear me sing. While
lying on my sick-bed I heard my old nurse sing a song that you desired
me to learn. I have learned it now for you, Hubert. Listen to it, dear."
As Gerelda spoke she picked up a mandolin, and after striking a few
softly vibrating notes, commenced to sing in a low strain the tender
words of his favorite song, which she knew would be sure to find an echo
in his heart, if anything in this world would.
Ah! what a wondrous voice she had, so full of pathetic music and the
tenderness of wonderful love!
He listened, and something very like the old love stirred his heart.
The song had moved him, as she knew it would--ay, as nothing else in
this world could ever have done.
He bowed his head, and Gerelda, looking at him keenly from under her
long lashes, saw that his strong hand was shaking like an oak leaf in
the wind.
He leaned over and brushed back the curls caressingly from her forehead,
as a brother might have done.
"You are very good to have learned that for my sake; Gerelda," he
murmured. "I thank you for it."
"We must learn to sing it together," she declared.
"My voice is not what it used to be," he said, apologetically.
He lingered until the clock on the mantel struck ten; then he rose and
took his departure.
To Gerelda's great chagrin, he made no offer to kiss her good-night at
parting.
It was plainly evident that he wished her to understand that they were
on a different footing from what they were on that memorable night when
they were parted so strangely from each other.
When his footsteps had died away, Gerelda flung herself face downward on
the divan, sobbing as if her heart would break; and in this position, a
few minutes later, her mother surprised her.
"Why, Gerelda!" she cried. "I am shocked! What can this mean? It can not
be that you and your lover have had a quarrel the very hour in which you
have been restored to each other! Surely, there is no lingering doubt in
his heart now, that you eloped!"
Gerelda eagerly seized upon this idea.
"There seems to be, mother," she sobbed.
Mrs. Northrup drew a cushioned chair close beside her daughter, and drew
the dark, curly head into her arms.
"You must make a confidante of me, my darling, and tell me all he said,"
she declared. "I was quite amazed to hear the servants say that he had
gone so early. I expected to be summoned every moment, to learn that
your impatient lover had sent out for a minister to perform the delayed
ceremony."
Gerelda raised her tear-stained face and looked at her mother.
"No; he did not even mention marriage, mother," she sobbed.
"What!" shrieked Mrs. Northrup, in dismay. "Do I understand aright--he
made no mention of marriage?"
The girl sobbed. Mrs. Northrup sprang to her feet and paced up and down
the floor.
"I-- I do not understand it," she cried. "Tell me what he had to say;
repeat the conversation that passed between you."
"It did not amount to anything," returned her daughter bitterly. "To be
quite plain with you, mamma, he was very distant and cold toward me. In
fact, it was almost like getting acquainted with him over again; and to
add insult to injury, as he took my hand for an instant at parting, he
said, 'Good-night, Miss Northrup.' Oh! what shall I do, mamma--advise
me! Ought I to give him up?"
"No," said Mrs. Northrup, sternly, "that would never do. That marriage
must take place!"