The White Mountains are as high as ever, as fine in sharp outline against the sky, as savage1, as tawny2; no other mountains in the world of their height so well keep, on acquaintance, the respect of mankind. There is a quality of refinement3 in their granite4 robustness5; their desolate7, bare heights and sky-scraping ridges8 are rosy9 in the dawn and violet at sunset, and their profound green gulfs are still mysterious. Powerful as man is, and pushing, he cannot wholly vulgarize them. He can reduce the valleys and the show "freaks" of nature to his own moral level, but the vast bulks and the summits remain for the most part haughty10 and pure.
Yet undeniably something of the romance of adventure in a visit to the White Hills is wanting, now that the railways penetrate11 every valley, and all the physical obstacles of the journey are removed. One can never again feel the thrill that he experienced when, after a weary all-day jolting12 in the stage-coach, or plodding13 hour after hour on foot, he suddenly came in view of a majestic14 granite peak. Never again by the new rail can he have the sensation that he enjoyed in the ascent15 of Mount Washington by the old bridlepath from Crawford's, when, climbing out of the woods and advancing upon that marvelous backbone16 of rock, the whole world opened upon his awed17 vision, and the pyramid of the summit stood up in majesty18 against the sky. Nothing, indeed, is valuable that is easily obtained. This modern experiment of putting us through the world--the world of literature, experience, and travel--at excursion rates is of doubtful expediency20.
I cannot but think that the White Mountains are cheapened a little by the facilities of travel and the multiplication21 of excellent places of entertainment. If scenery were a sentient22 thing, it might feel indignant at being vulgarly stared at, overrun and trampled23 on, by a horde24 of tourists who chiefly value luxurious25 hotels and easy conveyance26. It would be mortified27 to hear the talk of the excursionists, which is more about the quality of the tables and the beds, and the rapidity with which the "whole thing can be done," than about the beauty and the sublimity28 of nature. The mountain, however, was made for man, and not man for the mountain; and if the majority of travelers only get out of these hills what they are capable of receiving, it may be some satisfaction to the hills that they still reserve their glories for the eyes that can appreciate them. Perhaps nature is not sensitive about being run after for its freaks and eccentricities29. If it were, we could account for the catastrophe30, a few years ago, in the Franconia Notch31 flume. Everybody went there to see a bowlder which hung suspended over the stream in the narrow canon. This curiosity attracted annually32 thousands of people, who apparently33 cared more for this toy than for anything else in the region. And one day, as if tired of this misdirected adoration34, nature organized a dam on the side of Mount Lafayette, filled it with water, and then suddenly let loose a flood which tore open the canon, carried the bowlder away, and spread ruin far and wide. It said as plainly as possible, you must look at me, and not at my trivial accidents. But man is an ingenious creature, and nature is no match for him. He now goes, in increasing number, to see where the bowlder once hung, and spends his time in hunting for it in the acres of wreck35 and debris36. And in order to satisfy reasonable human curiosity, the proprietors37 of the flume have been obliged to select a bowlder and label it as the one that was formerly39 the shrine40 of pilgrimage.
In his college days King had more than once tramped all over this region, knapsack on back, lodging41 at chance farmhouses42 and second-class hotels, living on viands43 that would kill any but a robust6 climber, and enjoying the life with a keen zest44 only felt by those who are abroad at all hours, and enabled to surprise Nature in all her varied45 moods. It is the chance encounters that are most satisfactory; Nature is apt to be whimsical to him who approaches her of set purpose at fixed47 hours. He remembered also the jolting stage-coaches, the scramble48 for places, the exhilaration of the drive, the excitement of the arrival at the hotels, the sociability49 engendered50 by this juxtaposition51 and jostle of travel. It was therefore with a sense of personal injury that, when he reached Bethlehem junction52, he found a railway to the Profile House, and another to Bethlehem. In the interval53 of waiting for his train he visited Bethlehem Street, with its mile of caravansaries, big boarding-houses, shops, and city veneer54, and although he was delighted, as an American, with the "improvements" and with the air of refinement, he felt that if he wanted retirement55 and rural life, he might as well be with the hordes56 in the depths of the Adirondack wilderness57. But in his impatience58 to reach his destination he was not sorry to avail himself of the railway to the Profile House. And he admired the ingenuity59 which had carried this road through nine miles of shabby firs and balsams, in a way absolutely devoid60 of interest, in order to heighten the effect of the surprise at the end in the sudden arrival at the Franconia Notch. From whichever way this vast white hotel establishment is approached, it is always a surprise. Midway between Echo Lake and Profile Lake, standing61 in the very jaws62 of the Notch, overhung on the one side by Cannon63 Mountain and on the other by a bold spur of Lafayette, it makes a contrast between the elegance64 and order of civilization and the untouched ruggedness66 and sublimity of nature scarcely anywhere else to be seen.
The hotel was still full, and when King entered the great lobby and office in the evening a very animated67 scene met his eye. A big fire of logs was blazing in the ample chimney-place; groups were seated about at ease, chatting, reading, smoking; couples promenaded68 up and down; and from the distant parlor69, through the long passage, came the sound of the band. It was easy to see at a glance that the place had a distinct character, freedom from conventionality, and an air of reposeful70 enjoyment72. A large proportion of the assembly being residents for the summer, there was so much of the family content that the transient tourists could little disturb it by the introduction of their element of worry and haste.
King found here many acquaintances, for fashion follows a certain routine, and there is a hidden law by which the White Mountains break the transition from the sea-coast to Lenox. He was therefore not surprised to be greeted by Mrs. Cortlandt, who had arrived the day before with her usual train.
"At the end of the season," she said, "and alone?"
"I expect to meet friends here."
"So did I; but they have gone, or some of them have."
"But mine are coming tomorrow. Who has gone?"
"Mrs. Pendragon and the Bensons. But I didn't suppose I could tell you any news about the Bensons."
"I have been out of the way of the newspapers lately. Did you happen to hear where they have gone?"
"Somewhere around the mountains. You need not look so indifferent; they are coming back here again. They are doing what I must do; and I wish you would tell me what to see. I have studied the guide-books till my mind is a blank. Where shall I go?"
"That depends. If you simply want to enjoy yourselves, stay at this hotel--there is no better place--sit on the piazza73, look at the mountains, and watch the world as it comes round. If you want the best panoramic74 view of the mountains, the Washington and Lafayette ranges together, go up to the Waumbec House. If you are after the best single limited view in the mountains, drive up to the top of Mount Willard, near the Crawford House--a delightful75 place to stay in a region full of associations, Willey House, avalanche76, and all that. If you would like to take a walk you will remember forever, go by the carriage road from the top of Mount Washington to the Glen House, and look into the great gulfs, and study the tawny sides of the mountains. I don't know anything more impressive hereabouts than that. Close to, those granite ranges have the color of the hide of the rhinoceros77; when you look up to them from the Glen House, shouldering up into the sky, and rising to the cloud-clapped summit of Washington, it is like a purple highway into the infinite heaven. No, you must not miss either Crawford's or the Glen House; and as to Mount Washington, that is a duty."
"You might personally conduct us and expound78 by the way."
King said he would like nothing better. Inquiry79 failed to give him any more information of the whereabouts of the Bensons; but the clerk said they were certain to return to the Profile House. The next day the party which had been left behind at Alexandria Bay appeared, in high spirits, and ready for any adventure. Mrs. Farquhar declared at once that she had no scruples80 about going up Washington, commonplace as the trip was, for her sympathies were now all with the common people. Of course Mount Washington was of no special importance, now that the Black Mountains were in the Union, but she hadn't a bit of prejudice.
King praised her courage and her patriotism81. But perhaps she did not know how much she risked. He had been talking with some habitue's of the Profile, who had been coming here for years, and had just now for the first time been up Mount Washington, and they said that while the trip was pleasant enough, it did not pay for the exertion82. Perhaps Mrs. Farquhar did not know that mountain-climbing was disapproved83 of here as sea-bathing was at Newport. It was hardly the thing one would like to do, except, of course, as a mere84 lark85, and, don't you know, with a party.
Mrs. Farquhar said that was just the reason she wanted to go. She was willing to make any sacrifice; she considered herself just a missionary86 of provincialism up North, where people had become so cosmopolitan87 that they dared not enjoy anything. She was an enemy of the Boston philosophy. What is the Boston philosophy? Why, it is not to care about anything you do care about.
The party that was arranged for this trip included Mrs. Cortlandt and her bevy88 of beauty and audacity89, Miss Lamont and her uncle, Mrs. Farquhar, the artist, and the desperate pilgrim of love. Mrs. Farquhar vowed90 to Forbes that she had dragged King along at the request of the proprietor38 of the hotel, who did not like to send a guest away, but he couldn't have all the trees at Profile Lake disfigured with his cutting and carving91. People were running to him all the while to know what it meant with "I. B.," "I. B.," "I. B.," everywhere, like a grove92 of Baal.
From the junction to Fabyan's they rode in an observation car, all open, and furnished with movable chairs, where they sat as in a balcony. It was a picturesque93 load of passengers. There were the young ladies in trim traveling-suits, in what is called compact fighting trim; ladies in mourning; ladies in winter wraps; ladies in Scotch94 wraps; young men with shawl-straps and opera-glasses, standing, legs astride, consulting maps and imparting information; the usual sweet pale girl with a bundle of cat-tails and a decorative95 intention; and the nonchalant young man in a striped English boating cap, who nevertheless spoke96 American when he said anything.
As they were swinging slowly along the engine suddenly fell into a panic, puffing97 and sending up shrill98 shrieks99 of fear in rapid succession. There was a sedate100 cow on the track. The engine was agitated101, it shrieked102 more shrilly103, and began backing in visible terror. Everybody jumped and stood up, and the women clung to the men, all frightened. It was a beautiful exhibition of the sweet dependence104 of the sex in the hour of danger. The cow was more terrible than a lion on the track. The passengers all trembled like the engine. In fact, the only calm being was the cow, which, after satisfying her curiosity, walked slowly off, wondering what it was all about.
The cog-wheel railway is able to transport a large number of excursionists to the top of the mountain in the course of the morning. The tourists usually arrive there about the time the mist has crept up from the valleys and enveloped105 everything. Our party had the common experience. The Summit House, the Signal Station, the old Tip-top House, which is lashed106 down with cables, and rises ten feet higher than the highest crag, were all in the clouds. Nothing was to be seen except the dim outline of these buildings.
"I wonder," said Mrs. Farquhar, as they stumbled along over the slippery stones, "what people come here for."
"Just what we came for," answered Forbes, "to say they have been on top of the mountain."
They took refuge in the hotel, but that also was invaded by the damp, chill atmosphere, wrapped in and pervaded107 by the clouds. From the windows nothing more was to be seen than is visible in a Russian steam bath. But the tourists did not mind. They addressed themselves to the business in hand. This was registering their names. A daily newspaper called Among the Clouds is published here, and every person who gets his name on the register in time can see it in print before the train goes. When the train descends108, every passenger has one of these two-cent certificates of his exploit. When our party entered, there was a great run on the register, especially by women, who have a repugnance109, as is well known, to seeing their names in print. In the room was a hot stove, which was more attractive than the cold clouds, but unable to compete in interest with the register. The artist, who seemed to be in a sardonic110 mood, and could get no chance to enter his name, watched the scene, while his friends enjoyed the view of the stove. After registering, the visitors all bought note-paper with a chromo heading, "Among the Clouds," and a natural wild-flower stuck on the corner, and then rushed to the writing-room in order to indite111 an epistle "from the summit." This is indispensable.
After that they were ready for the Signal Station. This is a great attraction. The sergeant112 in charge looked bored to death, and in the mood to predict the worst kind of weather. He is all day beset113 with a crowd craning their necks to look at him, and bothered with ten thousand questions. He told King that the tourists made his life miserable114; they were a great deal worse than the blizzards115 in the winter. And the government, he said, does not take this into account in his salary.
Occasionally there was an alarm that the mist was getting thin, that the clouds were about to break, and a rush was made out-of-doors, and the tourists dispersed116 about on the rocks. They were all on the qui vine to see the hotel or the boarding-house they had left in the early morning. Excursionists continually swarmed117 in by rail or by carriage road. The artist, who had one of his moods for wanting to see nature, said there were too many women; he wanted to know why there were always so many women on excursions. "You can see nothing but excursionists; whichever way you look, you see their backs." These backs, looming118 out of the mist, or discovered in a rift119, seemed to enrage120 him.
At length something actually happened. The curtain of cloud slowly lifted, exactly as in a theatre; for a moment there was a magnificent view of peaks, forests, valleys, a burst of sunshine on the lost world, and then the curtain dropped, amid a storm of "Ohs!" and "Ahs!" and intense excitement. Three or four times, as if in response to the call of the spectators, this was repeated, the curtain lifting every time on a different scene, and then it was all over, and the heavy mist shut down on the registered and the unregistered alike. But everybody declared that they preferred it this way; it was so much better to have these wonderful glimpses than a full view. They would go down and brag121 over their good-fortune.
The excursionists by-and-by went away out of the clouds, gliding122 breathlessly down the rails. When snow covers this track, descent is sometimes made on a toboggan, but it is such a dangerous venture that all except the operatives are now forbidden to try it. The velocity123 attained124 of three and a half miles in three minutes may seem nothing to a locomotive engineer who is making up time; it might seem slow to a lover whose sweetheart was at the foot of the slide; to ordinary mortals a mile a minute is quite enough on such an incline.
Our party, who would have been much surprised if any one had called them an excursion, went away on foot down the carriage road to the Glen House. A descent of a few rods took them into the world of light and sun, and they were soon beyond the little piles of stones which mark the spots where tourists have sunk down bewildered in the mist and died of exhaustion125 and cold. These little mounds126 help to give Mount Washington its savage and implacable character. It is not subdued127 by all the roads and rails and scientific forces. For days it may lie basking128 and smiling in the sun, but at any hour it is liable to become inhospitable and pitiless, and for a good part of the year the summit is the area of elemental passion.
How delightful it was to saunter down the winding129 road into a region of peace and calm; to see from the safe highway the great giants in all their majesty; to come to vegetation, to the company of familiar trees, and the haunts of men! As they reached the Glen House all the line of rugged65 mountain-peaks was violet in the reflected rays. There were people on the porch who were looking at this spectacle. Among them the eager eyes of King recognized Irene.
"Yes, there she is," cried Mrs. Farquhar; "and there--oh, what a treacherous130 North----is Mr. Meigs also."
It was true. There was Mr. Meigs, apparently domiciled with the Benson family. There might have been a scene, but fortunately the porch was full of loungers looking at the sunset, and other pedestrians131 in couples and groups were returning from afternoon strolls. It might be the crisis of two lives, but to the spectator nothing more was seen than the everyday meeting of friends and acquaintances. A couple say good-night at the door of a drawing-room. Nothing has happened--nothing except a look, nothing except the want of pressure of the hand. The man lounges off to the smoking-room, cool and indifferent; the woman, in her chamber132, falls into a passion of tears, and at the end of a wakeful night comes into a new world, hard and cold and uninteresting. Or the reverse happens. It is the girl who tosses the thing off with a smile, perhaps with a sigh, as the incident of a season, while the man, wounded and bitter, loses a degree of respect for woman, and pitches his life henceforth on a lower plane.
In the space of ten steps King passed through an age of emotions, but the strongest one steadied him. There was a general movement, exclamations133, greetings, introductions. King was detained a moment by Mr. and Mrs. Benson; he even shook hands with Mr. Meigs, who had the tact134 to turn immediately from the group and talk with somebody else; while Mrs. Farquhar and Miss Lamont and Mrs. Cortlandt precipitated135 themselves upon Irene in a little tempest of cries and caresses136 and delightful feminine fluttering. Truth to say, Irene was so overcome by these greetings that she had not the strength to take a step forward when King at length approached her. She stood with one hand grasping the back of the chair. She knew that that moment would decide her life. Nothing is more admirable in woman, nothing so shows her strength, as her ability to face in public such a moment. It was the critical moment for King--how critical the instant was, luckily, he did not then know. If there had been in his eyes any doubt, any wavering, any timidity, his cause would have been lost. But there was not. There was infinite love and tenderness, but there was also resolution, confidence, possession, mastery. There was that that would neither be denied nor turned aside, nor accept any subterfuge137. If King had ridden up on a fiery138 steed, felled Meigs with his "mailed hand," and borne away the fainting girl on his saddle pommel, there could have been no more doubt of his resolute139 intention. In that look all the mists of doubt that her judgment140 had raised in Irene's mind to obscure love vanished. Her heart within her gave a great leap of exultation141 that her lover was a man strong enough to compel, strong enough to defend. At that instant she knew that she could trust him against the world. In that moment, while he still held her hand, she experienced the greatest joy that woman ever knows--the bliss142 of absolute surrender.
"I have come," he said, "in answer to your letter. And this is my answer."
She had it in his presence, and read it in his eyes. With the delicious sense thrilling her that she was no longer her own master there came a new timidity. She had imagined that if ever she should meet Mr. King again, she should defend her course, and perhaps appear in his eyes in a very heroic attitude. Now she only said, falteringly143, and looking down, "I--I hoped you would come."
That evening there was a little dinner given in a private parlor by Mr. Benson in honor of the engagement of his daughter. It was great larks144 for the young ladies whom Mrs. Cortlandt was chaperoning, who behaved with an elaboration of restraint and propriety145 that kept Irene in a flutter of uneasiness. Mr. Benson, in mentioning the reason for the "little spread," told the story of Abraham Lincoln's sole response to Lord Lyons, the bachelor minister of her majesty, when he came officially to announce the marriage of the Prince of Wales--"Lord Lyons, go thou and do likewise;" and he looked at Forbes when he told it, which made Miss Lamont blush, and appear what the artist had described her to King--the sweetest thing in life. Mrs. Benson beamed with motherly content, and was quite as tearful as ungrammatical, but her mind was practical and forecasting. "There'll have to be," she confided146 to Miss Lamont, "more curtains in the parlor, and I don't know but new paper." Mr. Meigs was not present. Mrs. Farquhar noticed this, and Mrs. Benson remembered that he had said something about going down to North Conway, which gave King an opportunity to say to Mrs. Farquhar that she ought not to despair, for Mr. Meigs evidently moved in a circle, and was certain to cross her path again. "I trust so," she replied. "I've been his only friend through all this miserable business." The dinner was not a great success. There was too much self-consciousness all round, and nobody was witty147 and brilliant.
The next morning King took Irene to the Crystal Cascade148. When he used to frequent this pretty spot as a college boy, it had seemed to him the ideal place for a love scene-much better than the steps of a hotel. He said as much when they were seated at the foot of the fall. It is a charming cascade fed by the water that comes down Tuckerman's Ravine. But more beautiful than the fall is the stream itself, foaming149 down through the bowlders, or lying in deep limpid150 pools which reflect the sky and the forest. The water is as cold as ice and as clear as cut glass; few mountain streams in the world, probably, are so absolutely without color. "I followed it up once," King was saying, by way of filling in the pauses with personal revelations, "to the source. The woods on the side are dense151 and impenetrable, and the only way was to keep in the stream and climb over the bowlders. There are innumerable slides and cascades152 and pretty falls, and a thousand beauties and surprises. I finally came to a marsh153, a thicket154 of alders155, and around this the mountain closed in an amphitheatre of naked perpendicular156 rock a thousand feet high. I made my way along the stream through the thicket till I came to a great bank and arch of snow--it was the last of July--from under which the stream flowed. Water dripped in many little rivulets157 down the face of the precipices--after a rain there are said to be a thousand cascades there. I determined158 to climb to the summit, and go back by the Tip-top House. It does not look so from a little distance, but there is a rough, zigzag159 sort of path on one side of the amphitheatre, and I found this, and scrambled160 up. When I reached the top the sun was shining, and although there was nothing around me but piles of granite rocks, without any sign of a path, I knew that I had my bearings so that I could either reach the house or a path leading to it. I stretched myself out to rest a few moments, and suddenly the scene was completely shut in by a fog. [Irene put out her hand and touched King's.] I couldn't tell where the sun was, or in what direction the hut lay, and the danger was that I would wander off on a spur, as the lost usually do. But I knew where the ravine was, for I was still on the edge of it."
"Why," asked Irene, trembling at the thought of that danger so long ago--"why didn't you go back down the ravine?"
"Because," and King took up the willing little hand and pressed it to his lips, and looked steadily161 in her eyes--"because that is not my way. It was nothing. I made what I thought was a very safe calculation, starting from the ravine as a base, to strike the Crawford bridle-path at least a quarter of a mile west of the house. I hit it--but it shows how little one can tell of his course in a fog--I struck it within a rod of the house! It was lucky for me that I did not go two rods further east."
Ah me! how real and still present the peril162 seemed to the girl! "You will solemnly promise me, solemnly, will you not, Stanhope, never to go there again--never--without me?"
The promise was given. "I have a note," said King, after the promise was recorded and sealed, "to show you. It came this morning. It is from Mrs. Bartlett Glow."
"Perhaps I'd rather not see it," said Irene, a little stiffly.
"Oh, there is a message to you. I'll read it."
It was dated at Newport.
"MY DEAR STANHOPE,--The weather has changed. I hope it is more congenial where you are. It is horrid163 here. I am in a bad humor, chiefly about the cook. Don't think I'm going to inflict164 a letter on you. You don't deserve it besides. But I should like to know Miss Benson's address. We shall be at home in October, late, and I want her to come and make me a little visit. If you happen to see her, give her my love, and believe me your affectionate cousin,
PENELOPE."
The next day they explored the wonders of the Notch, and the next were back in the serene165 atmosphere of the Profile House. How lovely it all was; how idyllic166; what a bloom there was on the hills; how amiable167 everybody seemed; how easy it was to be kind and considerate! King wished he could meet a beggar at every turn. I know he made a great impression on some elderly maiden168 ladies at the hotel, who thought him the most gentlemanly and good young man they had ever seen. Ah! if one could always be in love and always young!
They went one day by invitation, Irene and Marion and King and the artist--as if it made any difference where they went--to Lonesome Lake, a private pond and fishing-lodge on the mountain-top, under the ledge169 of Cannon. There, set in a rim19 of forest and crags, lies a charming little lake--which the mountain holds like a mirror for the sky and the clouds and the sailing hawks--full of speckled trout170, which have had to be educated by skillful sportsmen to take the fly. From this lake one sees the whole upper range of Lafayette, gray and purple against the sky. On the bank is a log cabin touched with color, with great chimneys, and as luxuriously171 comfortable as it is picturesque.
While dinner was preparing, the whole party were on the lake in boats, equipped with fishing apparatus172, and if the trout had been in half as willing humor as the fisher, it would have been a bad day for them. But perhaps they apprehended173 that it was merely a bridal party, and they were leaping all over the lake, flipping174 their tails in the sun, and scorning all the visible wiles175. Fish, they seemed to say, are not so easily caught as men.
There appeared to be a good deal of excitement in the boat that carried the artist and Miss Lamont. It was fly-fishing under extreme difficulties. The artist, who kept his flies a good deal of the time out of the boat, frankly176 confessed that he would prefer an honest worm and hook, or a net, or even a grappling-iron. Miss Lamont, with a great deal of energy, kept her line whirling about, and at length, on a successful cast, landed the artist's hat among the water-lilies. There was nothing discouraging in this, and they both resumed operations with cheerfulness and enthusiasm. But the result of every other cast was entanglement177 of each other's lines, and King noticed that they spent most of their time together in the middle of the boat, getting out of snarls178. And at last, drifting away down to the outlet179, they seemed to have given up fishing for the more interesting occupation. The clouds drifted on; the fish leaped; the butcher-bird called from the shore; the sun was purpling Lafayette. There were kinks in the leader that would not come out, the lines were inextricably tangled180. The cook made the signals for dinner, and sent his voice echoing over the lake time and again before these devoted181 anglers heard or heeded182. At last they turned the prow183 to the landing, Forbes rowing, and Marion dragging her hand in the water, and looking as if she had never cast a line. King was ready to pull the boat on to the float, and Irene stood by the landing expectant. In the bottom of the boat was one poor little trout, his tail curled up and his spots faded.
"Whose trout is that?" asked Irene.
"It belongs to both of us," said Forbes, who seemed to have some difficulty in adjusting his oars184.
"But who caught it?"
"Both of us," said Marion, stepping out of the boat; "we really did." There was a heightened color in her face and a little excitement in her manner as she put her arm round Irene's waist and they walked up to the cabin. "Yes, it is true, but you are not to say anything about it yet, dear, for Mr. Forbes has to make his way, you know."
When they walked down the mountain the sun was setting. Half-way down, at a sharp turn in the path, the trees are cut away just enough to make a frame, in which Lafayette appears like an idealized picture of a mountain. The sun was still on the heights, which were calm, strong, peaceful. They stood gazing at this heavenly vision till the rose had deepened into violet, and then with slow steps descended185 through the fragrant186 woods.
In October no region in the North has a monopoly of beauty, but there is a certain refinement, or it may be a repose71, in the Berkshire Hills which is in a manner typical of a distinct phase of American fashion. There is here a note of country life, of retirement, suggestive of the old-fashioned "country-seat." It is differentiated187 from the caravansary or the cottage life in the great watering-places. Perhaps it expresses in a sincerer way an innate188 love of rural existence. Perhaps it is only a whim46 of fashion. Whatever it may be, there is here a moment of pause, a pensive189 air of the closing scene. The estates are ample, farms in fact, with a sort of villa190 and park character, woods, pastures, meadows. When the leaves turn crimson191 and brown and yellow, and the frequent lakes reflect the tender sky and the glory of the autumn foliage192, there is much driving over the hills from country place to country place; there are lawn-tennis parties on the high lawns, whence the players in the pauses of the game can look over vast areas of lovely country; there are open-air fetes, chance meetings at the clubhouse, chats on the highway, walking excursions, leisurely193 dinners. In this atmosphere one is on the lookout194 for an engagement, and a wedding here has a certain eclat195. When one speaks of Great Barrington or Stockbridge or Lenox in the autumn, a certain idea of social position is conveyed.
Did Their Pilgrimage end on these autumn heights? To one of them, I know, the colored landscape, the dreamy atmosphere, the unique glory that comes in October days, were only ecstatic suggestions of the life that opened before her. Love is victorious196 over any mood of nature, even when exquisite197 beauty is used to heighten the pathos198 of decay. Irene raved199 about the scenery. There is no place in the world beautiful enough to have justified200 her enthusiasm, and there is none ugly enough to have killed it.
I do not say that Irene's letters to Mr. King were entirely201 taken up with descriptions of the beauty of Lenox. That young gentleman had gone on business to Georgia. Mr. and Mrs. Benson were in Cyrusville. Irene was staying with Mrs. Farquhar at the house of a friend. These letters had a great deal of Lovers' Latin in them--enough to have admitted the writer into Yale College if this were a qualification. The letters she received were equally learned, and the fragments Mrs. Farquhar was permitted to hear were so interrupted by these cabalistic expressions that she finally begged to be excused. She said she did not doubt that to be in love was a liberal education, but pedantry202 was uninteresting. Latin might be convenient at this stage; but later on, for little tiffs203 and reconciliations204, French would be much more useful.
One of these letters southward described a wedding. The principals in it were unknown to King, but in the minute detail of the letter there was a personal flavor which charmed him. He would have been still more charmed could he have seen the girl's radiant face as she dashed it off. Mrs. Farquhar watched her with a pensive interest awhile, went behind her chair, and, leaning over, kissed her forehead, and then with slow step and sad eyes passed out to the piazza, and stood with her face to the valley and the purple hills. But it was a faded landscape she saw.
The End
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