Lyndsay was busy with his salmon-flies, and was carefully inspecting the multitude of feathered lures1 which every one collects and no one uses. On a cushion, upon the floor, sat Rose, in the ripest glow of the red birch flame. She was all in virginal white, and with this innocence2 of color the fire was playing pretty tricks, flushing the white sweep of the skirt with rose, or playing hide-and-seek with flitting shadows, as they hid among the folds, and were chased hither and thither3 when the long jets of flame spurted4 out at the ends of the logs.
220Jack being still in some disgrace, our Rose must have his head in her lap, the lad’s sturdy figure stretched out on the floor. Beside him, Ned sat cross-legged, like a Turk, and stared into the fire. Dick, at a side-table, with a candle to himself, was far away in another world, watching a wild menagerie of rotifers spinning around on the field of his microscope.
They were quiet, all of them, in the company of their thoughts. At the table, Mrs. Lyndsay was deep in “Belinda.” She dearly loved those pleasant books, still worth the reading, and often gay with very delightful6 chat. Now and then she read a bit aloud to her husband. She cared little for the great books, and liked best the level lowlands of literature. When Anne was lost in book-land, and it took two or three questions to call her back to consciousness of her kind, Margaret found it impossible to comprehend her absorption. Anne had once said to her, “There are books which carry one away to the mountain-peaks, and will not let one go without a ransom7.” Then Margaret had smiled, and replied, with the nearest approach to sarcasm8 of which she was capable, that it was well there were some people left down below to order the dinners and see to the servants.
In the cool air without, and well wrapped up, Anne Lyndsay swung gently in her hammock beneath the porch. It was well understood among these people, who so deeply loved her, that at times she liked to be alone, and then was to be left to herself. She had struggled for this freedom from kindly9 221intrusion, and years ago had won it, but not without some contest with Margaret, who was quite unable to see why any one could want to be solitary10. Anne would say, “I am never alone, my dear,” and was of opinion that the hardest thing to get in a large family were these sacred hours of privacy. Too many women know that.
She was just now absolutely free from pain, and in unrestrained enjoyment11 of the cool, dry air of the Canadian river, which ran below, and sent up at unaccountable intervals12 strange noises as she listened. Now it was a low, booming, bass13 note, and now mingled14 sounds, as of cries, and distant chuckle15 of suppressed mirth, where, above and below, the voyaging waters hopped16 merrily over their rocky path to the sea. The moon was high overhead, and lit up the water with life of light, when here and there the checked current rose in snowy foam17 over some huge boulder18, dropped ages since on the mighty19 portage of the ice-swept continent. Nor cry nor insect-note came from the somber20 masses of the hills. After awhile she turned her head, and looked in through the window at the good people who were so near to her heart. Then she called, “Jack5! Jack!”
The boy got up and went out to her.
“Sit down on that stool beside me,” she said. He obeyed in silence.
“How is the cub21, Jacky Giant-Killer?”
“He is gone!”
“Indeed! I am sorry for that. I wanted to see it. Did it get away?”
“No. I suppose father gave it to Tom, or somebody. 222I don’t care. It was my cub. I don’t care,” he repeated.
“Jacky, if Goliath had lied in proportion to his size, he could not have lied larger than that. Now, isn’t that so?”
“Oh, I don’t care, and I do.” Then he broke out angrily, “The thing is, Aunt Anne, nobody asked me a question; nobody wanted to give me a chance; and that long-legged fellow that shot the bear, he said—I wish he was my size!—he called me an idiot.”
“The description was brief and correct. What brains you have—and they are good enough—you did not use. Three people called to you to drop the cub. Why didn’t you? You see what mischief22 came of it; and how much worse it might have been I do not like to think. Why did you hold on to the cub?”
“I just couldn’t let it go, Aunt Anne. You’re awful good to a fellow. There is no one like you.” And here she captured his hand.
“Why couldn’t you? It was only to do that.” And she let his hand drop, and caught it again.
“It would have been cowardly.”
“Of course—I knew it; I knew what you thought; but I wanted you to say it out.”
“Nobody else has asked me. I didn’t think that bear would go after anybody but me and the cub, and I just held on.”
“I see. It explains what you felt; it does not excuse what you did. This is not quite all of it.”
He was silent.
“You were afraid some one would think you were afraid. Wasn’t that a sort of cowardice23, Jack?”
223He was clear of head now, and this arrow went to the mark.
“Yes,” he said; “I’d hate to think I was afraid.”
“What is courage?”
“Oh, not to be afraid; never to be afraid.”
“Is that all? Isn’t there a nobler courage that goes hand in hand with reason and love and unselfishness? A man ought to fear when there is reason to fear—to fear evil, or hurt of others, or dishonor, or sin. You have unreasoning courage. How are you better than a bulldog? I remember once, at your father’s table, that I asked a great and wise general as to another, who was famous for mere24 heedless bravery, what he thought of him. ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘he was a great thunderbolt of war, to be thrown by a hand not his own.’ The man who spoke25 was brave as are God’s bravest, Jack; but he had always his wits about him, and knew when to go on and when to fall back. Isn’t that the finer courage?”
“I guess so,” said the boy. And then, abruptly26, “Are you ever afraid, Aunt Anne?”
“No.” And it was true.
“But if you were in a battle, or were going to die?”
“I am!”
“Oh, but soon?”
“I am! Look here, Jacky, my dear Jacky. I never talk of myself; but I will this once, for you. I am a very ill woman; in a year or two I shall die. It is certain. I am to leave this world and those I love. I suffer pain all the time. No one knows how much.”
“Oh, Aunt Anne!”
224“Yes. Now I am not afraid to die. I am not even afraid of this pain, which goes on from bad to worse. If some angel came and said, ‘You are free to die to-morrow,’ I would say ‘No.’ Life is my little bear-cub, and it isn’t like your cub. I should be afraid to be such a coward as, for fear of pain, to want to let go my cub; and that is because God has put me here to bear what ills come to me, and to use them so as to get something out of life—to learn endurance and true courage. Perhaps some one else may get something out of it. I do not want to talk over your head, Jack. Do you understand me?”
“I think so,” and tears began to fall on her hand. “I am—I am so sorry for you.”
“That is well,—although I am foolish as to pity, and like best to keep my troubles to myself. But if to know all this helps you to do right, to know what the courage which comes from God means, I shall not have suffered in vain.”
“Thank you!” He began to comprehend her courageous27 reticence28, and was appalled29 at this insight into the anguish30 and struggle of this calm, self-contained life, which went laughing on its way to death.
“Kiss me,” she said, “and mind this is between us two. I try usually not to pain others with my pain. Except to help you, I would not have made you suffer for my suffering. No one knows why there is so much torment31 in the wide world of man and beast, but some of it is clear enough. I have made your young heart ache to-night; but this suffering has a meaning, and ought to have a use.”
“Thank you, dear Aunt Anne!”
225“Don’t cry any more,” she said. “I shall love you better than ever because we have trusted each other. Now I think you know what to do. Don’t wait,” and she laughed pleasantly; “procrastination is the thief—of what, Jacky?”
“Oh, of time.” And he laughed.
“No, no, stupid!—of all the virtues32. Your father is in the room. Kiss me.”
The boy rose up and went straight into the cabin. With his head in air, and a little flushed, he walked up to his father, and stood as the latter looked up from his book.
“I am sorry, sir, for what I did yesterday. I was wrong.”
Lyndsay put out his hand, and the mother also looked up from her book.
“That will do,” he said. “I thought you would come right. Go and kiss Rose.”
He did so, whispering in her ear, “I am awful sorry, Rose.” Then, in the brief silence that followed, he walked out again, and went back to Anne.
“It wasn’t hard?” she said.
“Yes, it was! I hated it, but I did it.”
“Now, that was honest courage, Jack. You will feel better for it to-morrow. Good night; I must go to bed myself.”
Jack went in with her, and by the way in which he was bidden good night, saw that the bear business was over. Before he fell asleep, he heard Rose ask:
“May I come in?”
“Yes,” he shouted. She came to the bedside and kissed him.
226“I wanted to say, Jack, that I thought you were very brave to-night. I would have done it, but I would have waited until dear old Marc. Aurelius was alone. Oh, I am proud of you. You are to have your rifle to-morrow.”
“You asked for it?”
“I did.”
“By Thor, but you’re—”
This was a family oath.
“Hush, no swearing.”
“Oh, by Jove!”
“These are not the Olympic games.”
“Plague it, Aunt Anne says that isn’t swearing. She says—”
“You and Aunt Anne had better be careful how you explain away the commandments. Good night.”
A poet has said that Time is a mighty peacemaker, and it is quite certain that he patches up even our quarrels with ourselves. This Rose found to be the case. The lapse33 of a day left her less self-annoyance. That certain precedent34 facts about her bowman cast a humorous aspect about the new acquaintance began to be felt rather as a relieving aid to future social intercourse35 than as an added embarrassment36.
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