Charity and Harney, dispossessed by newcomers, were at length obliged to give up their table and struggle through the throng about the boat-landings.For a while there seemed no escape from the tide of late arrivals; but finally Harney secured the last two places on the stand from which the more privileged were to see the fireworks.The seats were at the end of a row, one above the other.Charity had taken off her hat to have an uninterrupted view; and whenever she leaned back to follow the curve of some dishevelled rocket she could feel Harney's knees against her head.
After a while the scattered fireworks ceased.A longer interval of darkness followed, and then the whole night broke into flower.From every point of the horizon, gold and silver arches sprang up and crossed each other, sky-orchards broke into blossom, shed their flaming petals and hung their branches with golden fruit; and all the while the air was filled with a soft supernatural hum, as though great birds were building their nests in those invisible tree-tops.
Now and then there came a lull, and a wave of moonlight swept the Lake.In a flash it revealed hundreds of boats, steel-dark against lustrous ripples; then it withdrew as if with a furling of vast translucent wings.Charity's heart throbbed with delight.It was as if all the latent beauty of things had been unveiled to her.She could not imagine that the world held anything more wonderful; but near her she heard someone say, "You wait till you see the set piece," and instantly her hopes took a fresh flight.At last, just as it was beginning to seem as though the whole arch of the sky were one great lid pressed against her dazzled eye-balls, and striking out of them continuous jets of jewelled light, the velvet darkness settled down again, and a murmur of expectation ran through the crowd.
"Now--now!" the same voice said excitedly; and Charity, grasping the hat on her knee, crushed it tight in the effort to restrain her rapture.
For a moment the night seemed to grow more impenetrably black; then a great picture stood out against it like a constellation.It was surmounted by a golden scroll bearing the inscription, "Washington crossing the Delaware," and across a flood of motionless golden ripples the National Hero passed, erect, solemn and gigantic, standing with folded arms in the stern of a slowly moving golden boat.
A long "Oh-h-h" burst from the spectators: the stand creaked and shook with their blissful trepidations.
"Oh-h-h," Charity gasped: she had forgotten where she was, had at last forgotten even Harney's nearness.She seemed to have been caught up into the stars....
The picture vanished and darkness came down.In the obscurity she felt her head clasped by two hands: her face was drawn backward, and Harney's lips were pressed on hers.With sudden vehemence he wound his arms about her, holding her head against his breast while she gave him back his kisses.An unknown Harney had revealed himself, a Harney who dominated her and yet over whom she felt herself possessed of a new mysterious power.
But the crowd was beginning to move, and he had to release her."Come," he said in a confused voice.He scrambled over the side of the stand, and holding up his arm caught her as she sprang to the ground.He passed his arm about her waist, steadying her against the descending rush of people; and she clung to him, speechless, exultant, as if all the crowding and confusion about them were a mere vain stirring of the air.
