Time, having no axe1 to grind, showered down upon them three days of afternoons. When the sun cleared the port-hole of Ardita’s cabin an hour after dawn she rose cheerily, donned her bathing-suit, and went up on deck. The negroes would leave their work when they saw her, and crowd, chuckling2 and chattering3, to the rail as she floated, an agile4 minnow, on and under the surface of the clear water. Again in the cool of the afternoon she would swim — and loll and smoke with Carlyle upon the cliff; or else they would lie on their sides in the sands of the southern beach, talking little, but watching the day fade colorfully and tragically5 into the infinite langour of a tropical evening.
And with the long, sunny hours Ardita’s idea of the episode as incidental, madcap, a sprig of romance in a desert of reality, gradually left her. She dreaded6 the time when he would strike off southward; she dreaded all the eventualities that presented themselves to her; thoughts were suddenly troublesome and decisions odious8. Had prayers found place in the pagan rituals of her soul she would have asked of life only to be unmolested for a while, lazily acquiescent9 to the ready, na?f flow of Carlyle’s ideas, his vivid boyish imagination, and the vein10 of monomania that seemed to run crosswise through his temperament11 and colored his every action.
But this is not a story of two on an island, nor concerned primarily with love bred of isolation12. It is merely the presentation of two personalities13, and its idyllic14 setting among the palms of the Gulf15 Stream is quite incidental. Most of us are content to exist and breed and fight for the right to do both, and the dominant16 idea, the foredoomed attest18 to control one’s destiny, is reserved for the fortunate or unfortunate few. To me the interesting thing about Ardita is the courage that will tarnish19 with her beauty and youth.
“Take me with you,” she said late one night as they sat lazily in the grass under the shadowy spreading palms. The negroes had brought ashore20 their musical instruments, and the sound of weird21 ragtime22 was drifting softly over on the warm breath of the night. “I’d love to reappear in ten years, as a fabulously23 wealthy high-caste Indian lady,” she continued.
Carlyle looked at her quickly.
“You can, you know.”
She laughed.
“Is it a proposal of marriage? Extra! Ardita Farnam becomes pirate’s bride. Society girl kidnapped by ragtime bank robber.”
“It wasn’t a bank.”
“What was it? Why won’t you tell me?”
“I don’t want to break down your illusions.”
“My dear man, I have no illusions about you.”
“I mean your illusions about yourself.”
She looked up in surprise.
“About myself! What on earth have I got to do with whatever stray felonies you’ve committed?”
She reached over and patted his hand.
“Dear Mr. Curtis Carlyle,” she said softly, “are you in love with me?”
“As if it mattered.”
“But it does — because I think I’m in love with you.”
He looked at her ironically.
“Thus swelling26 your January total to half a dozen,” he suggested. “Suppose I call your bluff28 and ask you to come to India with me?”
“Shall I?”
“We can get married in Callao.”
“What sort of life can you offer me? I don’t mean that unkindly, but seriously; what would become of me if the people who want that twenty-thousand-dollar reward ever catch up with you?”
“I thought you weren’t afraid.”
“I never am — but I won’t throw my life away just to show one man I’m not.”
“I wish you’d been poor. Just a little poor girl dreaming over a fence in a warm cow country.”
“Wouldn’t it have been nice?”
“I’d have enjoyed astonishing you — watching your eyes open on things. If you only wanted things! Don’t you see?”
“I know — like girls who stare into the windows of jewelry-stores.”
“Yes — and want the big oblong watch that’s platinum30 and has diamonds all round the edge. Only you’d decide it was too expensive and choose one of white gold for a hundred dollar. Then I’d say: ‘Expensive? I should say not!’ And we’d go into the store and pretty soon the platinum one would be gleaming on your wrist.”
“That sounds so nice and vulgar — and fun, doesn’t it?” murmured Ardita.
“Doesn’t it? Can’t you see us travelling round and spending money right and left, and being worshipped by bell-boys and waiters? Oh, blessed are the simple rich for they inherit the earth!”
“I honestly wish we were that way.”
“I love you, Ardita,” he said gently.
Her face lost its childish look for moment and became oddly grave.
“I love to be with you,” she said, “more than with any man I’ve ever met. And I like your looks and your dark old hair, and the way you go over the side of the rail when we come ashore. In fact, Curtis Carlyle, I like all the things you do when you’re perfectly31 natural. I think you’ve got nerve and you know how I feel about that. Sometimes when you’re around I’ve been tempted32 to kiss you suddenly and tell you that you were just an idealistic boy with a lot of caste nonsense in his head.
Perhaps if I were just a little bit older and a little more bored I’d go with you. As it is, I think I’ll go back and marry — that other man.”
Over across the silver lake the figures of the negroes writhed33 and squirmed in the moonlight like acrobats34 who, having been too long inactive, must go through their tacks35 from sheer surplus energy. In single file they marched, weaving in concentric circles, now with their heads thrown back, now bent36 over their instruments like piping fauns. And from trombone and saxaphone ceaselessly whined37 a blended melody, sometimes riotous38 and jubilant, sometimes haunting and plaintive39 as a death-dance from the Congo’s heart.
“Let’s dance,” cried Ardita. “I can’t sit still with that perfect jazz going on.”
Taking her hand he led her out into a broad stretch of hard sandy soil that the moon flooded with great splendor40. They floated out like drifting moths41 under the rich hazy42 light, and as the fantastic symphony wept and exulted43 and wavered and despaired Ardita’s last sense of reality dropped away, and she abandoned her imagination to the dreamy summer scents44 of tropical flowers and the infinite starry45 spaces overhead, feeling that if she opened her eyes it would be to find herself dancing with a ghost in a land created by her own fancy.
“This is what I should call an exclusive private dance,” he whispered.
“I feel quite mad — but delightfully46 mad!”
“We’re enchanted47. The shades of unnumbered generations of cannibals are watching us from high up on the side of the cliff there.”
“And I’ll bet the cannibal women are saying that we dance too close, and that it was immodest of me to come without my nose-ring.”
They both laughed softly — and then their laughter died as over across the lake they heard the trombones stop in the middle of a bar, and the saxaphones give a startled moan and fade out.
“What’s the matter?” called Carlyle.
After a moment’s silence they made out the dark figure of a man rounding the silver lake at a run. As he came closer they saw it was Babe in a state of unusual excitement. He drew up before them and gasped48 out his news in a breath.
“Ship stan’in’ off sho’ ‘bout half a mile suh. Mose, he uz on watch, he say look’s if she’s done ancho’d.”
“A ship — what kind of a ship?” demanded Carlyle anxiously.
Dismay was in his voice, and Ardita’s heart gave a sudden wrench49 as she saw his whole face suddenly droop50.
“He say he don’t know, suh.”
“Are they landing a boat?”
“No, suh.”
“We’ll go up,” said Carlyle.
They ascended51 the hill in silence, Ardita’s hand still resting in Carlyle’s as it had when they finished dancing. She felt it clinch52 nervously53 from time to time as though he were unaware54 of the contact, but though he hurt her she made no attempt to remove it. It seemed an hour’s climb before they reached the top and crept cautiously across the silhouetted55 plateau to the edge of the cliff. After one short look Carlyle involuntarily gave a little cry. It was a revenue boat with six-inch guns mounted fore17 and aft.
“They know!” he said with a short intake56 of breath. “They know! They picked up the trail somewhere.”
“Are you sure they know about the channel? They may be only standing57 by to take a look at the island in the morning. From where they are they couldn’t see the opening in the cliff.”
“They could with field-glasses,” he said hopelessly. He looked at his wrist-watch. “It’s nearly two now. They won’t do anything until dawn, that’s certain. Of course there’s always the faint possibility that they’re waiting for some other ship to join; or for a coaler.”
“I suppose we may as well stay right here.”
The hour passed and they lay there side by side, very silently, their chins in their hands like dreaming children. In back of them squatted58 the negroes, patient, resigned, acquiescent, announcing now and then with sonorous59 snores that not even the presence of danger could subdue60 their unconquerable African craving61 for sleep.
Just before five o’clock Babe approached Carlyle. There were half a dozen rifles aboard the Narcissus he said. Had it been decided62 to offer no resistance?
A pretty good fight might be made, he thought, if they worked out some plan.
Carlyle laughed and shook his head.
“That isn’t a Spic army out there, Babe. That’s a revenue boat. It’d be like a bow and arrow trying to fight a machine-gun. If you want to bury those bags somewhere and take a chance on recovering them later, go on and do it. But it won’t work — they’d dig this island over from one end to the other. It’s a lost battle all round, Babe.”
Babe inclined his head silently and turned away, and Carlyle’s voice was husky as he turned to Ardita.
“There’s the best friend I ever had. He’d die for me, and be proud to, if I’d let him.”
“You’ve given up?”
“I’ve no choice. Of course there’s always one way out — the sure way — but that can wait. I wouldn’t miss my trial for anything — it’ll be an interesting experiment in notoriety. ‘Miss Farnam testifies that the pirate’s attitude to her was at all times that of a gentleman.’”
“Don’t!” she said. “I’m awfully63 sorry.”
When the color faded from the sky and lustreless64 blue changed to leaden gray a commotion65 was visible on the ship’s deck, and they made out a group of officers clad in white duck, gathered near the rail. They had field-glasses in their hands and were attentively66 examining the islet.
“It’s all up,” said Carlyle grimly.
“Damn,” whispered Ardita. She felt tears gathering67 in her eyes “We’ll go back to the yacht,” he said. “I prefer that to being hunted out up here like a ‘possum.”
Leaving the plateau they descended68 the hill, and reaching the lake were rowed out to the yacht by the silent negroes. Then, pale and weary, they sank into the settees and waited.
Half an hour later in the dim gray light the nose of the revenue boat appeared in the channel and stopped, evidently fearing that the bay might be too shallow. From the peaceful look of the yacht, the man and the girl in the settees, and the negroes lounging curiously69 against the rail, they evidently judged that there would be no resistance, for two boats were lowered casually70 over the side, one containing an officer and six bluejackets, and the other, four rowers and in the stern two gray-haired men in yachting flannels71. Ardita and Carlyle stood up, and half unconsciously started toward each other.
Then he paused and putting his hand suddenly into his pocket he pulled out a round, glittering object and held it out to her.
“What is it?” she asked wonderingly.
“I’m not positive, but I think from the Russian inscription72 inside that it’s your promised bracelet73.”
“Where — where on earth ——”
“It came out of one of those bags. You see, Curtis Carlyle and his Six Black Buddies74, in the middle of their performance in the tea-room of the hotel at Palm Beach, suddenly changed their instruments for automatics and held up the crowd. I took this bracelet from a pretty, overrouged woman with red hair.”
Ardita frowned and then smiled.
“So that’s what you did! You HAVE got nerve!”
He bowed.
“A well-known bourgeois75 quality,” he said.
And then dawn slanted76 dynamically across the deck and flung the shadows reeling into gray corners. The dew rose and turned to golden mist, thin as a dream, enveloping77 them until they seemed gossamer78 relics79 of the late night, infinitely80 transient and already fading. For a moment sea and sky were breathless, and dawn held a pink hand over the young mouth of life — then from out in the lake came the complaint of a rowboat and the swish of oars81.
Suddenly against the golden furnace low in the east their two graceful82 figures melted into one, and he was kissing her spoiled young mouth.
“It’s a sort of glory,” he murmured after a second.
She smiled up at him.
“Happy, are you?”
Her sigh was a benediction83 — an ecstatic surety that she was youth and beauty now as much as she would ever know. For another instant life was radiant and time a phantom84 and their strength eternal — then there was a bumping, scraping sound as the rowboat scraped alongside.
Up the ladder scrambled85 the two gray-haired men, the officer and two of the sailors with their hands on their revolvers. Mr. Farnam folded his arms and stood looking at his niece.
“So,” he said nodding his head slowly.
With a sigh her arms unwound from Carlyle’s neck, and her eyes, transfigured and far away, fell upon the boarding party. Her uncle saw her upper lip slowly swell27 into that arrogant86 pout87 he knew so well.
“So,” he repeated savagely88. “So this is your idea of — of romance. A runaway89 affair, with a high-seas pirate.”
Ardita glanced at him carelessly.
“What an old fool you are!” she said quietly.
“Is that the best you can say for yourself?”
“No,” she said as if considering. “No, there’s something else. There’s that well-known phrase with which I have ended most of our conversations for the past few years —‘Shut up!’”
And with that she turned, included the two old men, the officer, and the two sailors in a curt25 glance of contempt, and walked proudly down the companionway.
But had she waited an instant longer she would have heard a sound from her uncle quite unfamiliar90 in most of their interviews. He gave vent7 to a whole-hearted amused chuckle91, in which the second old man joined.
The latter turned briskly to Carlyle, who had been regarding this scene with an air of cryptic92 amusement.
“Well Toby,” he said genially93, “you incurable94, hare-brained romantic chaser of rainbows, did you find that she was the person you wanted?
Carlyle smiled confidently.
“Why — naturally,” he said “I’ve been perfectly sure ever since I first heard tell of her wild career. That’d why I had Babe send up the rocket last night.”
“I’m glad you did,” said Colonel Moreland gravely. “We’ve been keeping pretty close to you in case you should have trouble with those six strange niggers. And we hoped we’d find you two in some such compromising position,” he sighed. “Well, set a crank to catch a crank!”
“Your father and I sat up all night hoping for the best — or perhaps it’s the worst. Lord knows you’re welcome to her, my boy. She’s run me crazy. Did you give her the Russian bracelet my detective got from that Mimi woman?”
Carlyle nodded.
“Sh!” he said. “She’s coming on deck.”
Ardita appeared at the head of the companionway and gave a quick involuntary glance at Carlyle’s wrists. A puzzled look passed across her face. Back aft the negroes had begun to sing, and the cool lake, fresh with dawn, echoed serenely95 to their low voices.
“Ardita,” said Carlyle unsteadily.
She swayed a step toward him.
“Ardita,” he repeated breathlessly, “I’ve got to tell you the — the truth. It was all a plant, Ardita. My name isn’t Carlyle. It’s Moreland, Toby Moreland. The story was invented, Ardita, invented out of thin Florida air.”
She stared at him, bewildered, amazement96, disbelief, and anger flowing in quick waves across her face. The three men held their breaths. Moreland, Senior, took a step toward her; Mr. Farnam’s mouth dropped a little open as he waited, panic-stricken, for the expected crash.
But it did not come. Ardita’s face became suddenly radiant, and with a little laugh she went swiftly to young Moreland and looked up at him without a trace of wrath97 in her gray eyes.
“Will you swear,” she said quietly “That it was entirely98 a product of your own brain?”
“I swear,” said young Moreland eagerly.
She drew his head down and kissed him gently.
“What an imagination!” she said softly and almost enviously99. “I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.”
The negroes’ voices floated drowsily100 back, mingled101 in an air that she had heard them singing before.
“Time is a thief;
Gladness and grief
Cling to the leaf
As it yellows ——”
“What was in the bags?” she asked softly.
“Florida mud,” he answered. “That was one of the two true things I told you.”
“Perhaps I can guess the other one,” she said; and reaching up on her tiptoes she kissed him softly in the illustration.
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