For a moment they sat listening to the clear staccato knocking of the distant blows, and the more forceful thuds of the man nearer at hand. A bird or so darted1 from the direction of the sound and shot silently into the thicket2 behind them.
"What are they doing? Are they cutting lumber3?" asked Hilda.
"No," answered Thorpe, "we do not cut saw logs at this time of year. They are clearing out a road."
"Where does it go to?"
"Well, nowhere in particular. That is, it is a logging road that starts at the river and wanders up through the woods where the pine is."
"How clear the axes sound. Can't we go down and watch them a little while?"
"The main gang is a long distance away; sound carries very clearly in this still air. As for that fellow you hear so plainly, he is only clearing out small stuff to get ready for the others. You wouldn't see anything different from your Indian chopping the cordwood for your camp fire. He won't chop out any big trees."
"Let's not go, then," said Hilda submissively.
"When you come up in the winter," he pursued, "you will see any amount of big timber felled."
"I would like to know more about it," she sighed, a quaint4 little air of childish petulance5 graving two lines between her eyebrows6. "Do you know, Harry7, you are a singularly uncommunicative sort of being. I have to guess that your life is interesting and picturesque,--that is," she amended8, "I should have to do so if Wallace Carpenter had not told me a little something about it. Sometimes I think you are not nearly poet enough for the life you are living. Why, you are wonderful, you men of the north, and you let us ordinary mortals who have not the gift of divination9 imagine you entirely10 occupied with how many pounds of iron chain you are going to need during the winter." She said these things lightly as one who speaks things not for serious belief.
"It is something that way," he agreed with a laugh.
"Do you know, sir," she persisted, "that I really don't know anything at all about the life you lead here? From what I have seen, you might be perpetually occupied in eating things in a log cabin, and in disappearing to perform some mysterious rites11 in the forest." She looked at him with a smiling mouth but tender eyes, her head tilted12 back slightly.
"It's a good deal that way, too," he agreed again. "We use a barrel of flour in Camp One every two and a half days!"
She shook her head in a faint negation13 that only half understood what he was saying, her whole heart in her tender gaze.
"Sit there," she breathed very softly, pointing to the dried needles on which her feet rested, but without altering the position of her head or the steadfastness14 of her look.
He obeyed.
"Now tell me," she breathed, still in the fascinated monotone.
"What?" he inquired.
"Your life; what you do; all about it. You must tell me a story."
Thorpe settled himself more lazily, and laughed with quiet enjoyment15. Never had he felt the expansion of a similar mood. The barrier between himself and self-expression had faded, leaving not the smallest debris16 of the old stubborn feeling.
"The story of the woods," he began, "the story of the saw log. It would take a bigger man than I to tell it. I doubt if any one man ever would be big enough. It is a drama, a struggle, a battle. Those men you hear there are only the skirmishers extending the firing line. We are fighting always with Time. I'll have to hurry now to get those roads done and a certain creek17 cleared before the snow. Then we'll have to keep on the keen move to finish our cutting before the deep snow; to haul our logs before the spring thaws18; to float them down the river while the freshet water lasts. When we gain a day we have scored a victory; when the wilderness19 puts us back an hour, we have suffered a defeat. Our ammunition20 is Time; our small shot the minutes, our heavy ordnance21 the hours!"
The girl placed her hand on his shoulder. He covered it with his own.
"But we win!" he cried. "We win!"
"That is what I like," she said softly, "the strong spirit that wins!" She hesitated, then went on gently, "But the battlefields, Harry; to me they are dreadful. I went walking yesterday morning, before you came over, and after a while I found myself in the most awful place. The stumps22 of trees, the dead branches, the trunks lying all about, and the glaring hot sun over everything! Harry, there was not a single bird in all that waste, a single green thing. You don't know how it affected23 me so early in the morning. I saw just one lonesome pine tree that had been left for some reason or another, standing24 there like a sentinel. I could shut my eyes and see all the others standing, and almost hear the birds singing and the wind in the branches, just as it is here." She seized his fingers in her other hand. "Harry," she said earnestly, "I don't believe I can ever forget that experience, any more than I could have forgotten a battlefield, were I to see one. I can shut my eyes now, and can see this place our dear little wooded knoll25 wasted and blackened as that was."
The man twisted his shoulder uneasily and withdrew his hand.
"Harry," she said again, after a pause, "you must promise to leave this woods until the very last. I suppose it must all be cut down some day, but I do not want to be here to see after it is all over."
Thorpe remained silent.
"Men do not care much for keepsakes, do they, Harry?--they don't save letters and flowers as we girls do--but even a man can feel the value of a great beautiful keepsake such as this, can't he, dear? Our meeting-place--do you remember how I found you down there by the old pole trail, staring as though you had seen a ghost?--and that beautiful, beautiful music! It must always be our most sacred memory. Promise me you will save it until the very, very last."
Thorpe said nothing because he could not rally his faculties26. The sentimental27 association connected with the grove28 had actually never occurred to him. His keepsakes were impressions which he carefully guarded in his memory. To the natural masculine indifference29 toward material bits of sentiment he had added the instinct of the strictly30 portable early developed in the rover. He had never even possessed31 a photograph of his sister. Now this sudden discovery that such things might be part of the woof of another person's spiritual garment came to him ready-grown to the proportions of a problem.
In selecting the districts for the season's cut, he had included in his estimates this very grove. Since then he had seen no reason for changing his decision. The operations would not commence until winter. By that time the lovers would no longer care to use it as at present. Now rapidly he passed in review a dozen expedients32 by which his plan might be modified to permit of the grove's exclusion33. His practical mind discovered flaws in every one. Other bodies of timber promising34 a return of ten thousand dollars were not to be found near the river, and time now lacked for the cutting of roads to more distant forties.
"Hilda," he broke in abruptly35 at last, "the men you hear are clearing a road to this very timber."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"This timber is marked for cutting this very winter."
She had not a suspicion of the true state of affairs. "Isn't it lucky I spoke36 of it!" she exclaimed. "How could you have forgotten to countermand37 the order! You must see to it to-day; now!"
She sprang up impulsively38 and stood waiting for him. He arose more slowly. Even before he spoke her eyes dilated39 with the shock from her quick intuitions.
"Hilda, I cannot," he said.
She stood very still for some seconds.
"Why not?" she asked quietly.
"Because I have not time to cut a road through to another bunch of pine. It is this or nothing."
"Why not nothing, then?"
"I want the money this will bring."
His choice of a verb was unfortunate. The employment of that one little word opened the girl's mind to a flood of old suspicions which the frank charm of the northland had thrust outside. Hilda Farrand was an heiress and a beautiful girl. She had been constantly reminded of the one fact by the attempts of men to use flattery of the other as a key to her heart and her fortune. From early girlhood she had been sought by the brilliant impecunious40 of two continents. The continued experience had varnished41 her self-esteem with a glaze42 of cynicism sufficiently43 consistent to protect it against any but the strongest attack. She believed in no man's protestations. She distrusted every man's motives45 as far as herself was concerned. This attitude of mind was not unbecoming in her for the simple reason that it destroyed none of her graciousness as regards other human relations besides that of love. That men should seek her in matrimony from a selfish motive44 was as much to be expected as that flies should seek the sugar bowl. She accepted the fact as one of nature's laws, annoying enough but inevitable46; a thing to guard against, but not one of sufficient moment to grieve over.
With Thorpe, however, her suspicions had been lulled47. There is something virile48 and genuine about the woods and the men who inhabit them that strongly predisposes the mind to accept as proved in their entirety all the other virtues49. Hilda had fallen into this state of mind. She endowed each of the men whom she encountered with all the robust50 qualities she had no difficulty in recognizing as part of nature's charm in the wilderness. Now at a word her eyes were opened to what she had done. She saw that she had assumed unquestioningly that her lover possessed the qualities of his environment.
Not for a moment did she doubt the reality of her love. She had conceived one of those deep, uplifting passions possible only to a young girl. But her cynical51 experience warned her that the reality of that passion's object was not proven by any test besides the fallible one of her own poetizing imagination. The reality of the ideal she had constructed might be a vanishable quantity even though the love of it was not. So to the interview that ensued she brought, not the partiality of a loving heart, nor even the impartiality52 of one sitting in judgment53, but rather the perverted54 prejudice of one who actually fears the truth.
"Will you tell me for what you want the money?" she asked.
The young man caught the note of distrust. At once, instinctively55, his own confidence vanished. He drew within himself, again beyond the power of justifying56 himself with the needed word.
"The firm needs it in the business," said he.
Her next question countered instantaneously.
"Does the firm need the money more than you do me?"
They stared at each other in the silence of the situation that had so suddenly developed. It had come into being without their volition57, as a dust cloud springs up on a plain.
"You do not mean that, Hilda," said Thorpe quietly. "It hardly comes to that."
"Indeed it does," she replied, every nerve of her fine organization strung to excitement. "I should be more to you than any firm."
"Sometimes it is necessary to look after the bread and butter," Thorpe reminded her gently, although he knew that was not the real reason at all.
"If your firm can't supply it, I can," she answered. "It seems strange that you won't grant my first request of you, merely because of a little money."
"It isn't a little money," he objected, catching59 manlike at the practical question. "You don't realize what an amount a clump60 of pine like this stands for. Just in saw logs, before it is made into lumber, it will be worth about thirty thousand dollars,--of course there's the expense of logging to pay out of that," he added, out of his accurate business conservatism, "but there's ten thousand dollars' profit in it."
The girl, exasperated61 by cold details at such a time, blazed out. "I never heard anything so ridiculous in my life!" she cried. "Either you are not at all the man I thought you, or you have some better reason than you have given. Tell me, Harry; tell me at once. You don't know what you are doing."
"The firm needs it, Hilda," said Thorpe, "in order to succeed. If we do not cut this pine, we may fail."
In that he stated his religion. The duty of success was to him one of the loftiest of abstractions, for it measured the degree of a man's efficiency in the station to which God had called him. The money, as such, was nothing to him.
Unfortunately the girl had learned a different language. She knew nothing of the hardships, the struggles, the delight of winning for the sake of victory rather than the sake of spoils. To her, success meant getting a lot of money. The name by which Thorpe labelled his most sacred principle, to her represented something base and sordid62. She had more money herself than she knew. It hurt her to the soul that the condition of a small money-making machine, as she considered the lumber firm, should be weighed even for an instant against her love. It was a great deal Thorpe's fault that she so saw the firm. He might easily have shown her the great forces and principles for which it stood.
"If I were a man," she said, and her voice was tense, "if I were a man and loved a woman, I would be ready to give up everything for her. My riches, my pride, my life, my honor, my soul even,--they would be as nothing, as less than nothing to me,--if I loved. Harry, don't let me think I am mistaken. Let this miserable63 firm of yours fail, if fail it must for lack of my poor little temple of dreams," she held out her hands with a tender gesture of appeal. The affair had gone beyond the preservation64 of a few trees. It had become the question of an ideal. Gradually, in spite of herself, the conviction was forcing itself upon her that the man she had loved was no different from the rest; that the greed of the dollar had corrupted65 him too. By the mere58 yielding to her wishes, she wanted to prove the suspicion wrong.
Now the strange part of the whole situation was, that in two words Thorpe could have cleared it. If he had explained that he needed the ten thousand dollars to help pay a note given to save from ruin a foolish friend, he would have supplied to the affair just the higher motive the girl's clear spirituality demanded. Then she would have shared enthusiastically in the sacrifice, and been the more loving and repentant66 from her momentary67 doubt. All she needed was that the man should prove himself actuated by a noble, instead of a sordid, motive. The young man did not say the two words, because in all honesty he thought them unimportant. It seemed to him quite natural that he should go on Wallace Carpenter's note. That fact altered not a bit the main necessity of success. It was a man's duty to make the best of himself,--it was Thorpe's duty to prove himself supremely68 efficient in his chosen calling; the mere coincidence that his partner's troubles worked along the same lines meant nothing to the logic69 of the situation. In stating baldly that he needed the money to assure the firm's existence, he imagined he had adduced the strongest possible reason for his attitude. If the girl was not influenced by that, the case was hopeless.
It was the difference of training rather than the difference of ideas. Both clung to unselfishness as the highest reason for human action; but each expressed the thought in a manner incomprehensible to the other.
"I cannot, Hilda," he answered steadily70.
"You sell me for ten thousand dollars! I cannot believe it! Harry! Harry! Must I put it to you as a choice? Don't you love me enough to spare me that?"
He did not reply. As long as it remained a dilemma71, he would not reply. He was in the right.
"Do you need the money more than you do me? more than you do love?" she begged, her soul in her eyes; for she was begging also for herself. "Think, Harry; it is the last chance!"
Once more he was face to face with a vital decision. To his surprise he discovered in his mind no doubt as to what the answer should be. He experienced no conflict of mind; no hesitation72; for the moment, no regret. During all his woods life he had been following diligently73 the trail he had blazed for his conduct. Now his feet carried him unconsciously to the same end. There was no other way out. In the winter of his trouble the clipped trees alone guided him, and at the end of them he found his decision. It is in crises of this sort, when a little reflection or consideration would do wonders to prevent a catastrophe74, that all the forgotten deeds, decisions, principles, and thoughts of a man's past life combine solidly into the walls of fatality75, so that in spite of himself he finds he must act in accordance with them. In answer to Hilda's question he merely inclined his head.
"I have seen a vision," said she simply, and lowered her head to conceal76 her eyes. Then she looked at him again. "There can be nothing better than love," she said.
"Yes, one thing," said Thorpe, "the duty of success."
The man had stated his creed77; the woman hers. The one is born perfect enough for love; the other must work, must attain78 the completeness of a fulfilled function, must succeed, to deserve it.
She left him then, and did not see him again. Four days later the camping party left. Thorpe sent Tim Shearer79 over, as his most efficient man, to see that they got off without difficulty, but himself retired80 on some excuse to Camp Four. Three weeks gone in October he received a marked newspaper announcing the engagement of Miss Hilda Farrand to Mr. Hildreth Morton of Chicago.
He had burned his ships, and stood now on an unfriendly shore. The first sacrifice to his jealous god had been consummated81, and now, live or die, he stood pledged to win his fight.
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