The grass grew tall and lush under the gnarled old apple-trees back of the Inn, and the straggling footpath1 which led to the landing was a path only in name. By the time he had gained the river Ethan’s immaculate white shoes were slate-colored with dew. The canoe rested on two poles laid from crotches of the apple trees, which overhung the stream. Ethan lifted it down and dropped it into the water. With paddle in hand he stepped in and pushed off down-stream.
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On his left the orchard2 and garden of the Inn marched with him for a[30] way, giving place at length to a neck of woodland. On his right, seen between the twisted willows4, stretched a pleasant view of meadows and tilled fields in the foreground, and, beyond, the gently rising hills, wooded save where along the base the encroaching grasslands6 rose and dipped. A couple of sleepy-looking farmhouses7 were nestled in the middle-distance and the faint whir-r-r of a mowing8 machine floated across the meadows. In the high grass daisies were sprinkled as thickly as stars in the Milky9 Way, and buttercups thrust their tiny golden bowls above the pendulous10 plumes11 of the timothy, foxtail, and fescue. The blue-eyed grass, too, was all abloom, like miniatures of the blue flags which congregated12 wherever the spring floods had inundated13 the meadows.
The sand-bar came in sight and the[31] little river began to fuss and fret14 as it gathered itself for what it doubtless believed to be an awe15-inspiring rush. The canoe bobbed gracefully16 through the rapids and swung about in the pool below. Ethan winked18 soberly at the sign on the willow5 tree and dipped his paddle again. The canoe breasted the lazy current of the brook19.
It was just such a day as yesterday. The little breeze stirred the rushes along the banks and brought odors of honeysuckle. Fleecy white clouds seemed to float on the unshadowed stretches of the stream. On one side a sudden blur21 of deep pink marked where a wild azalea was ablossom. Again, a glimpse of white showed a viburnum sprinkling the ground with its tiny blooms. Cinnamon ferns were pushing their pale bronze “fiddle-heads” into the air. Now and then[32] a wood lily displayed a tardy22 blossom. Near the stone bridge a kingfisher darted23 downward to the brook, broke its surface into silver spray and arose on heavy wing.
Once past the bridge and with only a single winding24 of the brook between him and the lotus pool, Ethan trailed his paddle for a moment while he asked himself whether he really expected to find the girl waiting for him. Of course he didn’t, only—well, there was just a chance——! Nonsense; there was not the ghost of a chance! Oh, very well; at least there was no harm in his paddling to the lotus pool—barring that he was trespassing! He smiled at that. He smiled at it several times, for some reason or other. Then he dipped his paddle again and sent the “Good Fortune” gliding25 swiftly over the sunlit water[33] of the pond. And when he looked there she was, seated on the bank, just as—and he realized it now—he had expected all along that she would be!
Clytie on the bank
But it was not Clytie he saw; not unless the fashions have changed considerably26 and water-nymphs may wear with perfect propriety27 white shirtwaist suits and tan shoes. It was not impossible, he reasoned; for all he knew to the contrary, the July number of the Goddesses’ Home Journal—doubtless edited by Minerva—might prescribe just such garments for informal morning wear. At all events, being less bizarre than the flowing peplum of yesterday, Ethan—whose tastes in attire28 were quite orthodox—liked it far better. The effect was quite different, too. Yesterday she might have been Clytie; to-day reason cried out against any such possibility;[34] she was a very modern-appearing and extremely charming young lady of, apparently29, twenty or twenty-one years of age, with a face, at present seen in profile, piquant30 rather than beautiful. The nose was small and delicate, the mouth, under a short lip, had the least bit of a pout31 and the chin was softly round and sensitive. This morning she wore her hair in a pompadour, while at the back the thick braids started low on her neck and coiled around and around in a perfectly32 delightful33 and absolutely puzzling fashion. Ethan liked her hair immensely. It was light brown, with coppery tones where the sunlight became entangled34. She was seated on the sloping bank, her hands clasped about her knees and her gaze turned dreamily toward the cascade35 which sparkled and tinkled36 at the upper curve of the pool. As the[35] canoe had made almost no sound in its approach, she was, of course, ignorant of Ethan’s presence. And yet it may be mentioned as an interesting if unimportant fact that as he gazed at her for the space of half a minute a rosy37 tinge38, all unobserved of him, crept into her cheeks. He laid his paddle softly across the canoe, and,——
“Greetings, O Clytie!” he said.
She turned to him startledly. A little smile quivered about her lips.
“Good morning, Vertumnus,” she answered. Perhaps his gaze showed a trifle too much interest, for after a brief instant hers stole away. He picked up the paddle and moved the canoe closer to the shore.
“I’m very glad to find you have not yet taken root,” he said gravely.
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“Yes, for that was your fate at the last, wasn’t it? If I am not mistaken you sat for days on the ground, subsisting40 on your tears and watching the sun cross the heavens, until at last your limbs became rooted to the ground and you just naturally turned into a sunflower. At least, that’s the way I recollect41 it.”
“Oh, but you shouldn’t tell me what my fate is to be,” she answered smilingly.
“Forearmed is forewarned; no, I mean the other way around!” he replied. “Maybe if you just keep your feet moving you’ll escape that fate. It would be awfully42 uncomfortable, I should say! Besides, pardon me if it sounds rude, sunflowers are such unattractive things, don’t you think so?”
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“Yes, I’m afraid they are. The[37] fate of Daphne or Lotis or Syrinx would be much nicer.”
“What happened to them, please?”
“Why, Daphne was changed to a laurel; have you forgotten?”
“No, but how about the other ladies?”
“Lotis became a lotus and Syrinx a clump43 of reeds. Pan gathered some and made himself pipes to play on.
“‘Poor nymph!—Poor Pan!—how he did weep to find
Along the reedy stream; a half-heard strain
Full of sweet desolation—balmy pain.’”
“Shelley, for a dollar,” he said questioningly.
She shook her head smilingly. “Keats,” she corrected.
“Oh, I have a way of getting them mixed, those two chaps.” He paused. “Do you know, it sounds odd nowadays[38] to hear anyone quote poetry?”
“I suppose it does; I dare say it sounds very silly.”
“Not a bit of it! I like it! I wish I could do it myself. All I know, though, is
“‘The Lady Jane was tall and slim,
The Lady Jane was fair,
But his breath was short, and——’
and so on. I used to recite that at school when I was a youngster; knew it all through; and I think there were five or six pages of it. I was quite proud of that, and used to stand on the platform Saturday mornings and just gallop46 it off. I think the humor appealed to me.”
“It must have been delightful!” she laughed. “But you haven’t got even that quite right!”
“Haven’t I? I dare say.”
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“No, Sir Thomas was her lord, not my lord, and it was his cough that was short instead of his breath.”
“Shows that my memory is failing at last,” he answered. “But, tell me, do you know every piece of poetry ever written?”
“No, not so many. I happen to remember that, though. Besides, we dwellers47 on Olympus hold poetry in rather more respect than you mortals.”
“Of course! And you puzzled me with that yesterday, too. I had to go home and hunt up a dictionary of mythology49 to see who Vertumnus was.”
“I—I trust you found him fairly respectable?” he asked. “To tell the truth, I don’t recollect very much[40] about him myself; and some of those old chaps were—well, a bit rapid.”
“Vertumnus was quite respectable,” she replied. “In fact, he was quite a dear, the way he slaved to win Pomona. I never cared very much about Pomona,” she added frankly50.
“I—I never knew her very well,” he answered carelessly.
“I think she was a stick.”
“You forget,” he said gently, “that you are speaking of the lady of my affections.”
“Oh, I am so sorry!” she cried contritely51. “Please forgive me!”
“If you will let me smoke a cigarette.”
“Why not? Considering that I am on shore and you on the water it hardly seems necessary——”
“Well, of course it’s your own private pool,” he said. “I thought perhaps[41] nymphs objected to the odor of cigarette-smoke around their habitations.”
“This nymph doesn’t mind it,” she answered.
He selected a cigarette from his case very leisurely52. He had had several opportunities to see her eyes and was wondering whether they were really the color they seemed to be. He had thought yesterday that they were blue, like the sky, or a Yale flag or—or the ocean in October; in short just blue. But to-day, seen from a distance of some fifteen feet, and examined carefully, they appeared quite a different hue53, a—a violet, or—or mauve. He wasn’t sure just what mauve was, but he thought it might be the color of her eyes. At all events, they weren’t merely blue; they were something quite different, far more[42] wonderful, and infinitely54 more beautiful. He would look again just as soon as he had the cigarette lighted, and——
“Were you surprised to find me here this morning?” she asked suddenly. There was no hint of coquetry in her tone and he stifled55 the first reply occurring to him.
“I—no, I wasn’t—for some reason,” he answered honestly. “I dare say I ought to have been.”
“I came on purpose to meet you,” she said calmly.
“Er—thank you—that is——!”
“I wanted to explain about yesterday. You see I didn’t want you to think I was just simply insane. There was—method in my madness.”
“But I didn’t think you insane,” he denied, depositing the burnt match carefully on a lily-pad and raising his[43] gaze to hers. “I thought—that——”
“Yes, go on,” she prompted. “Tell me what you did think when you found me here in that—that thing!”
“I thought I was in Arcadia and that you were just what you said you were, a water-nymph.”
“Oh,” she murmured disappointedly; “I thought you were really going to tell me the truth.”
“I will, then. Frankly, I didn’t know what to think. You said you were Clytie, and far be it from me to question a lady’s word. I was stumped57. I tried to work it out yesterday afternoon and couldn’t, and so I came back to-day in the hope that I might have the good fortune to see you again.”
“It was rather silly,” she answered. “And I ought to have run[44] away when I saw your canoe coming. But it was so unexpected and sudden, and I was bored and—and I wondered what you would look like when I told you I was a water-nymph!” She laughed softly. “Only,” she went on in a moment, with grievance58 in her tones, “you didn’t look at all surprised! I might just as well have said ‘I am Mary Smith’ or—or ‘Laura Devereux!’”
(“Aha!” quoth Ethan to himself, “I am learning.”)
“I am sorry, really. I realize now that I should have displayed astonishment60 and awe. Perhaps if you had said you were Laura—Laura Devereux, was it?—I would have really shown some emotion.”
“Why?” she questioned.
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“Well, don’t you think—Laura, now, is—I’m afraid I can’t just explain.” He was watching her intently. She was studying her clasped hands. “I suppose what I meant was that Laura is such an attractive name, so—so musical, so melodious61! And then coupled with Devereux it is even—even—er—more so!”
“Is it?” She didn’t look at him and her tone was almost icy.
(“I fancy that’ll hold you for awhile,” he said to himself. “My boy, you’re inclined to be a little too fresh; cut it out!”)
“I never thought Laura especially melodious,” she said.
“Why should I be?” she asked, observing him calmly. He hesitated and paid much attention to his cigarette.
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“Oh, no reason at all, I suppose,” he answered finally. He looked up in time to surprise a little mocking smile in her eyes. Nonsense! He’d show her that she couldn’t bluff63 him down like that! “To be honest,” he continued, “what I meant was that some folks take a dislike to their own names; in which case they are scarcely impartial64 judges.” He looked across at her challengingly. She returned the look serenely65.
“So you think that is my name?” she asked.
“Isn’t it?”
“I don’t see why you should think so,” she parried. “I might have found it in a novel. I’m sure it sounds like a name out of a novel.”
“But you haven’t denied it,” he insisted.
“I don’t intend to,” she replied,[47] the little tantalizing66 smile quivering again at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, I have already told you that my name is Clytie.”
He tossed the remains67 of his cigarette toward where one of the swans was paddling about. The long neck writhed68 snake-like and the bill disappeared under the water. Then with an insulted air and an angry bob of the tail, the swan turned her back on Ethan and sailed hurriedly back to her family.
“I understand,” he said. “I will try not to forget hereafter that this is Arcadia, that you are Clytie and that I am Vertumnus.”
“Thank you, Vertumnus,” she said. “And now I must tell you what I came here to tell. You must know, sir, that I am not in the habit of sitting around on the grass in broad daylight[48] dressed—as I was yesterday. If I did I should probably catch cold. Yesterday morning we—a friend and I—dressed up in costume and took each other’s pictures up there under the trees. Afterwards the fancy took me to come down here and—and ‘make believe.’ And then you popped on to the scene all of a sudden.”
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“I see. Very rude of me, I’m sure. Of course, as we are in Arcady, and you are a nymph and I a—a god, I don’t understand at all what you are talking about; but I would like to see those pictures!”
“I’m afraid you never will,” she laughed.
“I’m not so sure,” he said thoughtfully. “Strange things happen in—Arcady.”
“Weren’t you the least bit surprised[49] when you saw me? And when I—acted so silly?”
“I certainly was! Really, for a while—especially after you had gone—I was half inclined to think that I had been dreaming. You did it rather well, you know,” he added admiringly.
“Not a bit! I—I half expected the sun to do something when you raised your hands to it; I don’t know just what; wink17, perhaps, or have an eclipse.”
“You’re making fun of me!” she said dolefully.
“But I am not, truly! However, I don’t think you treated your audience very nicely. To get me sun-blind and then steal away wasn’t kind. When I looked around you had simply disappeared,[50] as though by magic, and I—” he shivered uncomfortably—“I felt a bit funny for a moment.”
“Really?” She positively70 beamed on him, and Ethan felt a sudden warmth at his heart. “I suppose every person has a sneaking71 desire to act,” she went on. “I know I have. Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved to—to ‘make believe.’ That’s why I did it yesterday.”
“Have you ever considered a stage career?” he asked gravely. She leaned her chin in one small palm and observed him doubtfully.
“I never seem to know for certain,” she complained, “whether you are making fun of me or not. And I don’t like to be made fun of—especially by——”
“Strangers? I don’t blame you, Miss—Clytie. I wouldn’t like it myself.”
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She continued to study him perplexedly, a little frown above her somewhat impertinent nose. Ethan smiled composedly back. He enjoyed it immensely. The sunlight made strange little golden blurs72 in her eyes. They were very beautiful eyes; he realized it thoroughly73; and he didn’t care how long she allowed him to look into them like this. Only, well, it was a bit disquieting74 to a chap. He could imagine that invisible wires led from those violet orbs75 of hers straight down to his heart. Otherwise how account for the tingling76 glow that was pervading77 the latter? Not that it was unpleasant; on the contrary——
“I merely said that I had no idea of the stage,” she replied distantly, dropping her gaze.
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“Oh!” He paused. It took him a moment to get the sense of what she had said through his brain. Plainly, Arcadian air possessed79 a quality not contained in ordinary ether, and its effect was strangely deranging80 to the senses. “Oh!” he repeated presently, “I am glad you haven’t. I shouldn’t want you to—er——”
But that didn’t appear to be just the right thing to say, judging from the sudden expression of reserve which settled over her countenance81. Ethan shook himself awake.
“It is time for me to go,” she said, getting to her feet. Ethan made an absurdly futile82 motion toward assisting her. “I think I have explained matters, don’t you?”
“I THINK I HAVE EXPLAINED MATTERS, DON’T YOU?”
“You have explained,” he answered judicially83, “but there is much[53] more that would bear, that even demands elucidation84.”
“I don’t see that there is,” she replied a trifle coldly.
“Oh, of course, if you prefer to have me place my own interpretation85 on—things——!”
She turned her back.
“Good morning,” she said.
He took a desperate resolve.
“Good morning. Now that I know who you are——”
“Pardon me, but——”
“I didn’t say my name was—that!”
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“And I know more besides,” he added mysteriously.
“You don’t!”
“Oh, very well.” He smiled superiorly.
“How could you?”
“You forget that we gods have powers of——”
“Oh! Well, tell me, then.”
“Not to-day,” he answered gently. “To-morrow, perhaps.”
He raised his paddle and turned the canoe about.
“But you will not see me to-morrow,” she said, stifling89 the smile that threatened to mar3 her severity.
“You are not thinking of leaving Arcady?” he asked in surprise. “Where, pray, could you find a more delightful pool than this? Observe those swans! Observe the lilies! Besides, even in Arcady one[55] doesn’t move so late in the season.”
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She regarded him for a moment with intense gravity. Then,
“I really do.”
He waited, wondering at himself for caring so much about her decision. At last,
“Perhaps you are right,” she said. “Good morning.”
“And I, shall see you to-morrow?” he cried eagerly.
She turned under the first tree. The green shadows played over her hair and dappled her white gown with tremulous silhouettes91.
“That,” she laughed softly, tantalizingly92, “is in the hands of the gods.”
Her dress showed here and there[56] through the trees for a moment and then was lost to sight. Ethan heaved a sigh. Then he smiled. Then he seized the paddle and shot the canoe toward the outlet93.
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“Well,” he muttered, “I know how this god will vote!”
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