“There was a young woman of Boston,
A blanket of doubts she was tossed on;
Four fiends who were scorners
281Had clutch of the corners.
They tossed her so high
That she stayed in the sky,
And doubts the existence of Boston.
I forget the other nine verses. Michelle, halloa! Put me across!”
“Pshaw!” he exclaimed, as he strode through the summer woods. “I hate books which land you in the country of nowhere.” And he thought, smiling, of the famous Eastern tale of the caliph and the philosopher: “Who are you?” said Haroun. “I don’t know.” “Where are you going?” “I don’t know.” “Where are you from?” “I don’t know. I write books; what about is for him that readeth to discern. To know nothing is the Path of Negation3 by which you attain4 knowledge of the infinite Nothing.” “Then,” said the caliph, “in the language of El Din5 Attar, ‘One serious conviction is better than armies of denial: more wholesome6 is it to believe in Satan than to deny God.’ In order that thou mayest abide7 on the seat of wisdom for a week and acquire one earthly certainty, thou shalt have the bastinado!” “Where did I read that stuff?” he thought, and went along, humming snatches of song, his own or others, for he scribbled8 a little, and had some musical touch of the light grace of the song; but “intended no monuments of books.”
The woods soon brought back to him the mood of contentment, which is one of their many mysteries. The most delightful9 possibilities are those which never occur, and of these the woods are full. The delicate sense of something about to happen began 282to possess Carington. He went on his way, smiling, and now and then stood still to touch a tree, or notice some unusual giant, or to note some singularity of limb or bole.
An hour or more of sharp walking brought him to the cabin of the Maybrooks. It was closed. He passed around it, and saw no sign of its inhabitants. He knocked and got no reply. Then he said a naughty word, and went and sat down on the edge of the well and reflected. He was more disappointed than he felt willing to admit. By and by he acquired wisdom, and went to the brook10, where would have been the grilse if Rose and her attendant had come and gone. Seeing no fish lying in this cool larder11, he felt better and went back to the well. There doubt awaited him with the possibility of Dory having gone to the Cliff Camp, which would have made needless Miss Rose’s intended visit. He had been stupid in not anticipating this contingency12. At least he would wait awhile.
And now there was a sudden gleam far away among the trees, unseen by this young man who was gazing down into the cool depths of the well. Had he looked that other way this flutter of color in the trampled13 ox-road would soon have become to him a pink muslin gown. The wearer carried a basket in her right hand, and in the left, swinging it gaily14 as she walked, a broad straw hat. At the wood skirt she paused to change her burden to the less tired hand,—for she had been of a mind to come alone, and now found her five-pound fish to have gained in weight. As she looked up, she was aware of Mr. 283Carington seated on the edge of the well, his back toward her. He was singing:
Oh, merry’t is in proud La Moine,
I hear my glad heart sing;
The flag is up, the fleet is safe,
And the blessed church-bells ring.
Oh, here’s a kiss, and there’s a kiss,
For you, good northern wind,
That brought our fishers home again,
For you left no soul behind.
And here’s a kiss, and there’s a kiss,
Because my heart is glad;
And there be twenty dozen left,
And my sweet sailor lad.
He sang with little art, but with every word clear, and as a man alone sings for company of sound.
Rose stood still and heard it out, liking15 it, but hesitated a little, half hid behind a huge pine,—a pleasant picture of a maiden16 struck shy of a sudden. What had happened? There is a little timepiece which Cupid winds up. It ticks quietly, and by and by strikes a fateful hour, or we take it out to see how goes the enemy, and behold17! it is to-morrow. Love is the fool of time.
Rose stood a moment, as I have said, not forty feet away, a little inclined to retreat,—aware that, if detected, this would mean something, she knew not what. At last, seeing the need of action, she made a strategic movement to left, and said, “Are you looking for Truth?”
“Good heavens! Miss Lyndsay,” and he rose from his seat on the edge of the well. The prettiness of 284the picture struck him as Rose came forward: the pink gown, fresh from the looms18 of fairy-land, set fair against the greenwood spaces, the faint excess of color in her cheeks, and the look of unconsciousness which goes surely with natural distinction of carriage.
“Did you come up out of Mother Earth? Are you sure it is you?”
“I am. I came over to give my grilse to Mrs. Maybrook.”
“Our grilse, you remember.”
“I do not; but it is no matter. I came to give Dorothy the grilse.”
“She is not at home. Let me take the basket. I will put it in the brook. Did you carry it?”
“I did. It weighs—I assure you—twenty pounds! I must see it bestowed19.” And she followed him into the wood along a narrow path to a basin of brown water. The stream crawled forth20 here from under a fallen tamarack, and seemed to hesitate a little in the pool below. Then it gathered decision for flight, and leaped out, tripping across the tangled21 roots as it went. Carington laid the fish in the water, and two stones upon it.
“It is cooler here than outside,” he said. “Dorothy will be back in a little while.”
After this outrage22 on truth, he added:
“I came over to pay my milk-bill.”
Then Rose, of a sudden remembering what she had said the day before as to this errand of hers, became at once conscious of being in the country of a pleasant enemy. Therefore she made a neutral remark as she looked about her:
285“How pretty it is here!”
“It is prettier a little way up, where the spring comes out under a rock.”
“I should like to see it, but I must go. I have no time to spare. I must go home. I have so much of nothing to do here, and there is nothing takes so much time as doing nothing!”
“That is more mysterious than my little spring. Do come. It is only a step.”
“If it is really only a step.” And she went with him, as he answered:
“Yes, almost literally23.”
He put aside the bushes, and ten feet away came where, from under a broad, mossy stone, a gush24 of water broke forth with a brisk air of liking it. She stood still, pleased with that she saw.
“The dear, sweet, little thing!” she cried.
“It seems glad to get out,” he said. “Perhaps it has some strange craving25 for sunshine; and think what a journey underground in the darkness, like a soul in prison.”
“Go on,” she said, still looking down, and considering the fine wholesomeness26 of its untainted life.
“How it got a little help here, and strength there, and climbed up from under the bases of the hills, and of a sudden found light and voice and purpose, and goes on its way, not minding obstacles. Pretty, isn’t it? It seems so eager.”
“Yes. I wonder will the sea answer its riddle27.” It was a quite alarming little parable28 to this quick-witted young woman. “How it hurries! And it reminds me I too must be going. It says, ‘Come.’”
286“Does it, indeed? But it does not say, ‘Go.’”
“I am so sorry I have missed Dorothy.”
“You might give her a few moments. She will not be long. I shall have to ‘bide,’ as she says. I came to pay my milk-bill. Pray consider my melancholy29 prospect30 if I have to stay here by myself!”
“Certainly a sad trial,” she said, smiling; “but I really must go.” She began to move back again toward the pool.
“Does she know you meant to leave the grilse? It will spoil if it is not cleaned. Grilse spoil so easily.”
It was difficult for mendacity to go beyond this latter statement.
“I am sorry, but I can leave a note in the doorway31. Yes, I have a card, by good luck. Have you a pencil?”
This time he achieved the lie direct, and said, “No! but it is near milking-time, and Hiram will be ‘p’inted’ this way of a certainty.”
“I really cannot wait. What time is it?”
“How late it is!” he replied, glancing at his watch. “I had not the least idea it was so late. They ought to be here now. It is half-past five.”
There was good judgment32 in this fib. If he made it early she would not think it worth while to wait, and if very late, she would be sure to go at once.
“Indeed! Only half-past five! I will rest a few minutes.”
“Better sit down,” he said. She took her place on a rock, while he cast himself down at her feet, dividing the ferns as he lay. She felt that she had been infirm of purpose. He gave her no time to analyze33 her weakness.
287“You are very good not to leave me in the naughty company of myself.”
“It is not goodness at all: it is self-indulgence. I am a little tired; that fish was very heavy. But you have not told me what you were looking for in the well.”
“What do you folks look for in a well?” he asked, in turn.
“Truth, I suppose. Was that what you were looking for?”
“Yes.”
“And did not find it.”
“I shall.”
“There is more water here,” she said, laughing, and then could have bitten her wicked tongue.
“Ah! we don’t look for it in shallow waters. There must be quiet for reflection.”
“Indeed! What were you singing about?” she added, abruptly34. “What is ‘La Moine’? I caught the name.”
“I am glad you asked. On the coast near to Bar Harbor there is a little fishing-town, La Moine. The cod-fishers go out in a fleet from its small port in June, to the banks. The voyage, and, in fact, the whole life at sea of these brave fellows, is full of peril35. When the home-bound fleet is sighted, the people go to the beach, and a lookout36 stays in the church-steeple. If he sees no flag flying from the nearest smack37, it means that one or more men have been lost, and then the bells are silent. But if he sees the signal flag, all is well: there has been no life lost, and the bells ring out merrily.”
288“What a pretty story! Tell me more, as the children say. It sounds like a bit of Brittany. It is the girl who sings?”
“Yes. A girl—the girl.”
“Who made the verses? Where did you find them?”
“A local poet,” and he smiled.
“Yourself?”
“Yes; when I get away from my work my brain is apt to run on such stuff.”
“Oh, I like them. Won’t you copy them for me?”
“You ask too much. But what am I to have in return?”
“The pleasure of obliging me.”
“Good! You shall have them.”
“Thank you. Aunt Anne will like the story, and Dorothy—it is strange how easily that woman is interested. Don’t you like her?”
“Yes, very much. But, then, we are rather old friends. I was not here last year, and this year I find Hiram a good deal changed. It seems as though Fate had dealt hardly with Dorothy. She has so much tact38, such natural good manners, and you would smile if I said distinction.”
“No, I should not. It is a word which has acquired a fine flavor, and is well applied39 here. I am always tempted40 to feel sorry, when with her, that she must always have this narrow life.”
“I do not think the idea ever occurred to her.”
“Possibly not. She is by nature contented41, and a source of contentment, which is more rare.”
“That is true. I never see her without feeling 289that I have gained something. She is in a real sense influential42.”
“It seems odd, or perhaps it is not, but she has the same effect upon me. I hardly fancy that in her class you could find this creature repeated.”
“She has a similar effect on Ellett, and human nature does not repeat itself. I mean that even the type is rare. It is purely43 natural,—owes little to the education of events.”
“Yes, rare in all classes, I should say. My Aunt Anne is in some ways queerly like Dorothy.”
“Indeed?”
“As I am like Jack44. You may smile,—I am. Yes, and that makes me think of Jack. Poor fellow! he fancies you utterly45 despise him.”
“No? Does he? I will ask him to go after a bear with me. I was quite too rough with him, but really—-- However, I do not want to talk about that horrid46 morning. I thought he was splendidly courageous47 and equally outrageous48.”
“There is courage and courage.”
“Yes, of course. It admits of analysis. I am often a coward myself; I am desperately49 afraid of some things.”
“Of what?” she said, smiling.
“I will tell you some day. It is not well to tell a woman everything; one loses interest as one satisfies curiosity.” He was on thin ice now,—but ice it was, as he found out,—what Jack would have called tickly benders.
“I have no curiosity,—none at all. I think I must go,” she said. “I really must go,” and she rose, adding, “There is Dorothy, at last.”
290He was as much relieved as she. He had seen but little of this young woman, and his reason told him clearly enough that he had been near the crumbling50 brink51 of folly52, and that he had better be careful. He also rose, and they went over to the cabin, where Dorothy greeted them. It was not possible for a person as shrewd as Dorothy, knowing what had passed on the beach with the bear, not to have some notion of what it might lead to in the future. She had in her a fine feminine spice of romance. Now she said, in her quiet way, “Good afternoon! Did you happen to meet my Hiram?”
“No,” said Carington.
“I brought you a grilse, Mrs. Maybrook. It is in the pool.”
“I am that obliged to you. Guess I’ll smoke it, if it isn’t too big. Come in. I just pulled some roses for Miss Anne. I’ve got them inside. You might take them along. I’ll have to look up Hiram. Come in.” They followed her.
“Here is your money for the milk,” said Carington, “and very good milk it is.”
“My old cow ought to have her share, but she won’t. I guess we none of us know when we get our fairings. She won’t know any more than the rest of us. Did you walk down, Mr. Carington?”
“Yes.”
“Come by Joe Colkett’s?”
“No; I took the lower road.”
“He was here yesterday. You wouldn’t guess in a week of Sundays what for. He wants to put a wooden slab53 over those poor children,—just to please 291that hag. And he asked me to print it for him,—I mean, what will do for the inscription54. I tell you I was puzzled. I want you to see if it is all right. He can’t read a word. You see, he means to copy it, and then to please the woman with it.”
“How sad that is!” said Rose. “And he really cares for her?”
“I should think he did! That’s the worst of it.”
“The worst of it? Why?”
“Oh, she isn’t a woman to keep a man straight. She’d have to begin with herself, way back, too.” Then she added, “Who was the woman Macbeth,—Lady Macbeth?”
“One of Shakspere’s characters,” said Carington.
“I should like well to read about her.”
“She ‘p’inted’ her man wrong, I can tell you,” laughed Rose. “I can lend you the book.”
“Now, can you? Don’t forget. There’s the writing. I am rather proud of it.” They both considered it gravely.
“You might put in the dates.”
“Joe says ‘no.’ I guess he thinks it will make too much work.”
“How strange!” said Rose. “And the text is, ‘Of such are the kingdom of heaven.’”
“Yes. How will that do?” said Dorothy. “They were a queer lot, those children,—perfect little fiends, I called them; but I suppose there’s going to be a pretty well mixed up party in that other world. Think I’d like to choose my mansion55. It wouldn’t be the nursery. Sakes alive! what was I saying?” Her face became grave, with a look of yearning56 tenderness 292in her eyes. “Miss Rose, I oughtn’t to have said that. There would be the very place I should go for first; and only to think I might not get in! Where would I be then? I tell you, Miss Rose, you’ve got to begin pretty early with your tongue, if you want to make it keep all the commandments.”
Carington smiled. “I fancy dumb folks are as bad sinners as we. After all, one slanders57 the tongue. One does not know half how naughty a thought is until we have put it into speech.”
“Lord! Mr. Carington! There’s a heap of wiseness in that you said. Guess I’ll be set up about talking after that!”
Here she took up her half-dozen roses, nourished with care on the south end of the cabin, which Dorothy had whitewashed58 to get more heat upon the scanty59 children of her garden. She considered them with affectionate care, touching60 a leaf here and there, her head on one side.
“I guess they’re nice enough, even for Miss Anne. Mind, there’s six of ’em. Don’t you lose any, Miss Rose!”
“Shall I carry them?” said Carington. “And the basket? Where is it?”
“Oh, I’ll smudge that a bit to get the fish smell out, and I’ll fetch it to-morrow. I’m coming after Mrs. Macbeth, or whatever her name is. No, Miss Rose is to take the bouquet61. They’re sort of relations, you see. Men can’t be trusted with flowers, and roses are scarce up here.”
“You might 'p’int’ me, Mrs. Maybrook,” said Carington, laughing, as he followed Rose at a little distance.
293“Reckon I’m too old.” And she stayed in the doorway of her poor little home, kindly62, by no means unhappy, and giving the benediction63 of a smile to these two people in their youth of health and prosperity and love. “I guess he’s p’inted already,” she said, as she stood.
Rose turned at the wood-skirts, and nodded good-by. The parable of the roses had been by no means meant as such, but neither the maid nor the man at her side failed to capture the possibilities of its meaning. They walked on in silence for a while, she with a faint hope that her companion had not been as apprehensive64 as she, and he, a little amused, and with a not unpleasing impression as to the slight embarrassment65 which, despite her training, Rose had betrayed when their eyes met a moment while Dorothy was speaking.
“How silent we are, Miss Lyndsay!” he said at last. He might have taken it as a sign of their growing intimacy66.
“And do you object to that? I like it sometimes. I like that about the well-bred English. They talk or not, as they want to. We seem to think it socially criminal to keep quiet. I like to feel free to talk or not to talk.”
“And are you not?”
“Yes,” she said, and then felt that the little monosyllable was more or less an admission, and so there was a yet longer silence. But one may be silent too long, and Rose spoke67:
“What you said to Dorothy made me think of a quotation68 with which Aunt Anne puzzled us last 294night. Her quotations69 and my dear papa’s Marc. Aurelius we are always doubtful about.”
“What was it?”
“‘He who speaketh out the evil of his soul is at the gate of wisdom.’ She declined to explain it, and vowed70 it was out of a Hindostanee poem; but as to this you need never quite trust Aunt Anne. I was on the point of quoting it just now, but did not, because I fancied Dorothy might not understand it.”
“Do you?”
“No,” she laughed; “not I.”
“She would have been sure to say something droll71. I wish you had quoted it. I am glad you do not understand it. I do not. It might have several meanings. But I don’t like vagueness in prose or verse. If the thought is worth stating, I think it must be worth the trouble of stating it clearly.”
“Pardy—I mean papa—insists that vagueness of language always means mistiness72 of thinking.”
“I hardly go that far. There are many explanations of the vague in statement. A man may think with decisive sharpness of result, and be quite unable to word his conclusions. But we are in deep waters.”
“Quite too deep. As to quotations, I like to think with Aunt Anne that they are all in the dictionary, and so cease to bother myself with the source.”
“Assuredly that saves trouble. Ah, here is the river,” he said. “Am I not to have a rose?”
“Is that a quotation, Mr. Carington?” and she laughed. “That is silly enough for ball-room talk.”
“It has been said pretty often, and at all events is not vague.”
295“I am not sure men ought ever to have roses,” she cried, gaily; “but, as I am not sure, here is one. I will not act on my vagueness.”
“Thank you.” He held it a moment, and then quietly dropped it into the pocket of his jacket, not unperceived by Rose.
“Ah, here is my boat,” she said; “good-by.” As they stood on the bank, she looked hastily over at the cabin and saw no one in sight. Then she stepped into the canoe, where Polycarp sat in tranquil73 patience, and the young man, lifting his cap, walked away into the woods.
Gay comrade thoughts and fancies went with him on the way, and, light of heart, he guided himself by the yellow lanes of sunshine which lit the open forest before him. Soon he found the lower road, and, still smiling, moved on more slowly, and took to building castles on those great estates in Spain to which he had just fallen heir.
“Seen my cow, Mr. Carington?” said a voice, a few feet behind him, and the sweet prosperity of fancy was gone. It was Susan Colkett who spoke. He started. He had heard no step, as she came out of the wood, although she must have been very near.
“No; I saw no cow. Is yours astray?”
“Yes. What time might it be?”
“Six o’clock,” he replied, looking at his watch.
“Do you think to come up here in September, sir? Joe says caribou’s plenty up the river.”
Then Carington recalled Mr. Lyndsay’s warning, and said, “It is hard to say as yet. Most likely I shall not.”
296“I did hear there’s bears back to the pond. If you was minded to go after ’em, Joe he’d like to guide. There ain’t no better hunter.”
“I’ll see about it. If I want him, I shall let him know. Good night.” And he left her.
After walking some thirty yards he looked back. The woman was standing74 in the road, tall, angular, and large, a long crooked75 stick in her hand. She was watching him, but instantly moved as she caught his glance.
“Confound it,” he muttered, “if I believed in the evil eye, and were a good Catholic, I should cross myself.”
Then he tried to think again of Rose Lyndsay, but, failing to command the return of his broken day-dream, he went on more swiftly, and once or twice turned again, with inexplicable76 unease, to look back to where he had seen the figure of the woman set against the darkening greenwood. “Pshaw!” he exclaimed.
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