WHEREIN PHILIP AMMON KNEELS TO ELNORA,AND STRANGERS COME TO THE LIMBERLOSTThe month which followed was a reproduction of the previous June.There were long moth hunts,days of specimen gathering,wonderful hours with great books,big dinners all of them helped to prepare,and perfect nights filled with music.Everything was as it had been,with the difference that Philip was now an avowed suitor.He missed no opportunity to advance himself in Elnora's graces.At the end of the month he was no nearer any sort of understanding with her than he had been at the beginning.He revelled in the privilege of loving her,but he got no response.
Elnora believed in his love,yet she hesitated to accept him,because she could not forget Edith Carr.
One afternoon early in July,Philip came across the fields,through the Comstock woods,and entered the garden.
He inquired for Elnora at the back door and was told that she was reading under the willow.He went around the west end of the cabin to her.She sat on a rustic bench they had made and placed beneath a drooping branch.
He had not seen her before in the dress she was wearing.
It was clinging mull of pale green,trimmed with narrow ruffles and touched with knots of black velvet;a simple dress,but vastly becoming.Every tint of her bright hair,her luminous eyes,her red lips,and her rose-flushed face,neck,and arms grew a little more vivid with the delicate green setting.
He stopped short.She was so near,so temptingly sweet,he lost control.He went to her with a half-smothered cry after that first long look,dropped on one knee beside her and reached an arm behind her to the bench back,so that he was very near.He caught her hands.
"Elnora!"he cried tensely,"end it now!Say this strain is over.I pledge you that you will be happy.
You don't know!If you only would say the word,you would awake to new life and great joy!Won't you promise me now,Elnora?"The girl sat staring into the west woods,while strong in her eyes was her father's look of seeing something invisible to others.Philip's arm slipped from the bench around her.His fingers closed firmly over hers.
Elnora,"he pleaded,"you know me well enough.
You have had time in plenty.End it now.Say you will be mine!"He gathered her closer,pressing his face against hers,his breath on her cheek."Can't you quite promise yet,my girl of the Limberlost?"Elnora shook her head.Instantly he released her.
"Forgive me,"he begged."I had no intention of thrusting myself upon you,but,Elnora,you are the veriest Queen of Love this afternoon.From the tips of your toes to your shining crown,I worship you.I want no woman save you.
You are so wonderful this afternoon,I couldn't help urging.
Forgive me.Perhaps it was something that came this morning for you.I wrote Polly to send it.May we try if it fits?Will you tell me if you like it?"He drew a little white velvet box from his pocket and showed her a splendid emerald ring.
"It may not be right,"he said."The inside of a glove finger is not very accurate for a measure,but it was the best I could do.I wrote Polly to get it,because she and mother are home from the East this week,but next they will go on to our cottage in the north,and no one knows what is right quite so well as Polly."He laid the ring in Elnora's hand."Dearest,"he said,"don't slip that on your finger;put your arms around my neck and promise me,all at once and abruptly,or I'll keel over and die of sheer joy."Elnora smiled.
"I won't!Not all those venturesome things at once;but,Phil,I'm ashamed to confess that ring simply fascinates me.It is the most beautiful one I ever saw,and do you know that I never owned a ring of any kind in my life?Would you think me unwomanly if I slip it on for a second,before I can say for sure?Phil,you know I care!I care very much!You know I will tell you the instant I feel right about it.""Certainly you will,"agreed Philip promptly."It is your right to take all the time you choose.I can't put that ring on you until it means a bond between us.
I'll shut my eyes and you try it on,so we can see if it fits."Philip turned his face toward the west woods and tightly closed his eyes.It was a boyish thing to do,and it caught the hesitating girl in the depths of her heart as the boy element in a man ever appeals to a motherly woman.Before she quite realized what she was doing,the ring slid on her finger.With both arms she caught Philip and drew him to her breast,holding him closely.Her head drooped over his,her lips were on his hair.So an instant,then her arms dropped.
He lifted a convulsed,white face.
"Dear Lord!"he whispered."You--you didn't mean that,Elnora!You----What made you do it?""You--you looked so boyish!"panted Elnora."I didn't mean it!I--I forgot that you were older than Billy.
Look--look at the ring!"
"`The Queen can do no wrong,'"quoted Philip between his set teeth."But don't you do that again,Elnora,unless you do mean it.Kings are not so good as queens,and there is a limit with all men.As you say,we will look at your ring.It seems very lovely to me.Suppose you leave it on until time for me to go.Please do!I have heard of mute appeals;perhaps it will plead for me.
I am wild for your lips this afternoon.I am going to take your hands."He caught both of them and covered them with kisses.
"Elnora,"he said,"Will you be my wife?""I must have a little more time,"she whispered."I must be absolutely certain,for when I say yes,and give myself to you,only death shall part us.I would not give you up.So I want a little more time--but,I think I will.""Thank you,"said Philip."If at any time you feel that you have reached a decision,will you tell me?Will you promise me to tell me instantly,or shall I keep asking you until the time comes?""You make it difficult,"said Elnora."But I will promise you that.Whenever the last doubt vanishes,Iwill let you know instantly--if I can."
"Would it be difficult for you?"whispered Ammon.
"I--I don't know,"faltered Elnora.
