She sat upon a workman's bench under the big trees, hidden from the street shrubbery, and breathing deeply of the shaded air, began to cry quietly.Through the windows came the quavering voice of the old man, lifted again, insistent, a little querulous, but determined.Responses sounded, intermittently, from the Colonel, from Peter, and from Buckalew, and now and then a sorrowful, yet almost humorous, protest from Joe; and so she made out that the veteran swore his three comrades to friendship with Joseph Louden, to lend him their countenance in all matters, to stand by him in weal and woe, to speak only good of him and defend him in the town of Canaan.Thus did Eskew Arp on the verge of parting this life render justice.
The gate clicked, and Ariel saw Eugene approaching through the shrubbery.One of his hands was bandaged, a thin strip of court-plaster crossed his forehead from his left eyebrow to his hair, and his thin and agitated face showed several light scratches.
"I saw you come out," he said."I've been waiting to speak to you.""The doctor told us to let him have his way in whatever he might ask." Ariel wiped her eyes.
"I'm afraid that means--"
"I didn't come to talk about Eskew Arp,"
interrupted Eugene."I'm not laboring under any anxiety about him.You needn't be afraid; he's too sour to accept his conge so readily.""Please lower your voice," she said, rising quickly and moving away from him toward the house;but, as he followed, insisting sharply that he must speak with her, she walked out of ear-shot of the windows, and stopping, turned toward him.
"Very well," she said."Is it a message from Mamie?"At this he faltered and hung fire.
"Have you been to see her?" she continued.
"I am anxious to know if her goodness and bravery caused her any--any discomfort at home.""You may set your mind at rest about that,"returned Eugene."I was there when the Judge came home to dinner.I suppose you fear he may have been rough with her for taking my step-brother into the carriage.He was not.On the contrary, he spoke very quietly to her, and went on out toward the stables.But I haven't come to you to talk of Judge Pike, either!""No," said Ariel."I don't care particularly to hear of him, but of Mamie.""Nor of her, either!" he broke out."I want to talk of you!"There was not mistaking him; no possibility of misunderstanding the real passion that shook him, and her startled eyes betrayed her comprehension.
"Yes, I see you understand," he cried, bitterly.
"That's because you've seen others the same way.
God help me," he went on, striking his forehead with his open hand, "that young fool of a Bradbury told me you refused him only yesterday! He was proud of even rejection from you! And there's Norbert--and half a dozen others, perhaps, already, since you've been here." He flung out his arms in ludicrous, savage despair."And here am I--""Ah yes," she cut him off, "it is of yourself that you want to speak, after all--not of me!""Look here," he vociferated; "are you going to marry that Joe Louden? I want to know whether you are or not.He gave me this--and this to-day!" He touched his bandaged hand and plastered forehead."He ran into me--over me--for nothing, when I was not on my guard; struck me down--stamped on me--"She turned upon him, cheeks aflame, eyes sparkling and dry.
"Mr.Bantry," she cried, "he did a good thing!
And now I want you to go home.I want you to go home and try if you can discover anything in yourself that is worthy of Mamie and of what she showed herself to be this morning! If you can, you will have found something that I could like!"She went rapidly toward the house, and he was senseless enough to follow, babbling: "What do you think I'm made of? You trample on me--as he did! I can't bear everything; I tell you--"But she lifted her hand with such imperious will that he stopped short.Then, through the window of the sick-room came--clearly the querulous voice:
"I tell you it was; I heard him speak just now--out there in the yard, that no-account step-brother of Joe's! What if he IS a hired hand on the Tocsin?
He'd better give up his job and quit, than do what he's done to help make the town think hard of Joe.And what IS he? Why, he's worse than Cory.When that Claudine Fear first came here, 'Gene Bantry was hangin' around her himself.
Joe knew it and he'd never tell, but I will.
I saw 'em buggy-ridin' out near Beaver Beach and she slapped his face fer him.It ought to be TOLD!""I didn't know that Joe knew--that!" Eugene stammered huskily."It was--it was--a long time ago--""If you understood Joe," she said, in a low voice, "you would know that before these men leave this house, he will have their promise never to tell."His eyes fell miserably, then lifted again; but in her clear and unbearable gaze there shone such a flame of scorn as he could not endure to look upon.
For the first time in his life he saw a true light upon himself, and though the vision was darkling, the revelation was complete.
"Heaven pity you!" she whispered.
Eugene found himself alone, and stumbled away, his glance not lifted.He passed his own home without looking up, and did not see his mother beckoning frantically from a window.She ran to the door and called him.He did not hear her, but went on toward the Tocsin office with his head still bent.
