The events which I am now about to set down were not, as will be seen, matter of my own experience. I tell what I have inferred and what has been told me—but told me from such lips and in such fashion that I may indeed be said to have lived it all myself. It is more real to me than if my own eyes had followed it. It is sometimes true that we may see with the eyes of others—of one other—more vividly3 than with our own.
In the biggest house of that “Colony of Compromise” on the hill—the house nearest the chapel4 prison—a girl stood at a south window watching the flames in the village below. The 219flames, at least, she seemed to be watching. What she saw was the last little column of prisoners marching away from the chapel; and her teeth were set hard upon her under lip.
She was not thinking; she was simply clarifying a confused resolve.
White and thin, and with deep purple hollows under her great eyes, she was nevertheless not less beautiful than when, a few months before, joyous5 mirth had flashed from her every look and gesture, as colored lights from a fire-opal. She still wore on her small feet moccasins of Indian work; but now, in winter, they were of heavy, soft, white caribou-skin, laced high upon the ankles, and ornamented6 with quaint7 pattern of red and green porcupine8 quills9. Her skirt and bodice were of creamy woollen cloth; and over her shoulders, crossed upon her breast and caught in her girdle, was spread a scarf of dark-yellow silk. The little black lace shawl was flung back from her head, and her hands, twisted tightly in the ends of it, were for a wonder quite still—tensely still, with an air of final decision. Close beside her, flung upon the back of a high wooden settee, lay a long, heavy, hooded10 cloak of grey homespun, such as the peasant women of Acadie were wont12 to wear in winter as an over-garment.
A door behind her opened, but Yvonne did not turn her head. George Anderson came in. He 220came to the window, and tried to look into her eyes. His face was grave with anxiety, but touched, too, with a curious mixture of impatience13 and relief. He spoke14 at once, in a voice both tender and tolerant.
“There go the last of them, poor chaps!” he said. “Captain Grande went some hours ago—quite early. I pray, dear, that now he is gone—to exile indeed, but in safety—you will recover your peace of mind, and throw off this morbid15 mood, and be just a little bit kinder to—some people!” And he tried, with an awkward timidity, to take her hand.
She turned upon him a sombre, compassionate17 gaze, but far-off, almost as if she saw him in a dream.
“Don’t touch me—just now,” she said gently, removing her hand. “I must go out into the pastures for air, I think. All this stifles18 me! No, alone, alone!” she added more quickly, in answer to an entreaty20 in his eyes. “But, oh, I am sorry, so sorry beyond words, that I cannot seem kind to—some people! Good-by.”
She left the room, and closed the door behind her. The door shut smartly. It sounded like a proclamation of her resolve. So—that was settled! In an instant her whole demeanour changed. A fire came back into her eyes, and she stepped with her old, soft-swaying lightness. In the room 221which she now entered sat her father and mother. The withered21 little reminiscence of Versailles watched at a window-side, her black eyes bright with interest, her thin lips slightly curved with an acerb and cynical22 compassion16. But Giles de Lamourie sat with his back to the window, his face heavy and grey.
“This is too awful!” he said, as Yvonne came up to him, and, bending over, kissed him on the forehead and the lips.
“It is like a nightmare!” she answered. “But, would you believe it, papa, the very shock is doing me good? The suspense—that kills! But I feel more like myself than I have for weeks. I must go out, breathe, and walk hard in the open.”
De Lamourie’s face lightened.
“Thou art better, little one,” said he. “But why go alone at such a time? Where’s George?”
But Yvonne was already at her mother’s side, kissing her, and did not answer her father’s question; which, indeed, needed no answer, as he had himself seen Anderson go into the inner room and not return.
“But where will you go, child?” queried23 her mother. “There are no longer any left of your sick and your poor and your husbandless to visit.”
“But I will be my own sick, little mamma,” she cried nervously24, “and my own poor—and my own husbandless. I will visit myself. Don’t 222be troubled for me, dearies!” she added, in a tender voice. “I am so much better already.”
The next moment she was gone. The door shut loudly after her.
“Wilful!” said her mother.
“Yes, more like she used to be. Much better!” exclaimed Giles de Lamourie, rising and looking out at the fires in a moment of brief absent-mindedness. “Yes, much better, George,” he added, as Anderson appeared from the inner room.
But the Englishman’s face was full of discomfort25. “I wish she would not go running out alone this way,” said he.
“Curious that she should prefer to be alone, George,” said Madame de Lamourie, with deliberate malice26. She was beginning to dislike this man who so palpably could not give her daughter happiness.
Yvonne, meanwhile, was speeding across the open fields, in the teeth of the wind. The ground was hard as iron, but there was little snow—only a dry, powdery covering deep enough to keep the stubble from hurting her feet. She ran straight for the tiny cabin of Mother Pêche, trusting to find her not yet gone. None of the houses at the eastern end of the village were as yet on fire. That of Mother Pêche stood a little apart, in a bushy 223pasture-lot. Yvonne found the low door swinging wide, the house deserted27; but there were red embers still on the hearth28, whereby she knew the old woman had not been long away.
The empty house seemed to whisper of fear and grief from every corner. She turned away and ran toward the landing, her heart chilled with a sudden apprehension29 that she might be too late. Before she was clear of the bushes, however, she stopped with a cry. A man who seemed to have risen out of the ground stood right in her path. He was of a sturdy figure, somewhat short, and clad in dull-coloured homespun of peasant fashion. At sight of her beauty and her alarm his woollen cap was snatched from his head and his cunning face took on the utmost deference30.
“Have no fear of me, mademoiselle,—Mademoiselle de Lamourie, if I may hazard a guess from your beauty,” said he smoothly31. “It is I who am in peril32, lest you should reveal me to my enemies.”
“Who are you, monsieur?” she asked, recovering her self-possession and fretting33 to be gone.
“A spy,” he whispered, “in the pay of the King of France, who must know, to avenge34 them later, the wrongs of his people here in Acadie. I have thrown myself on your mercy, that I might ask you if the families who have found favour with the English will remain here after this work is done, or be taken elsewhere. I pray you inform me.”
224“Believe me, I do not know their plans, monsieur,” answered Yvonne. “And I beg you to let me pass, for my haste is desperate.”
“Let me escort you to the edge of the bush, then, mademoiselle,” said he courteously35, stepping from the path. “And not to delay you, I will question you as we go, if you will permit. Is the Englishman, Monsieur George Anderson, still here?”
“He is, monsieur. But now leave me, I entreat19 you.”
She was wild with fear lest the stranger’s presence should frustrate36 her design.
The man smiled.
“I dare go no farther with you than the field edge, mademoiselle,” said he regretfully. “To be caught would mean”—and he put his hand to his throat with ghastly suggestion.
Relieved from this anxiety, Yvonne paused when she reached the open.
“I must ask you a question in turn, monsieur,” said she. “Have you chanced to learn on which of the two ships Captain de Mer and Captain Grande were placed?”
“I have been so fortunate,” replied the stranger, and the triumph in his thought found no expression in his deferential37 tone or deep-set eyes. Here was the point he had been studying to approach. Here was a chance to worst a foe38 and win favour from the still powerful, though far-distant, Black Abbé.
225He paused, and Yvonne had scarce breath to cry “Which?”
“They are in the ship this way,” he said calmly. “The one still at anchor.”
“Thank you, monsieur!” she cried, with a passion in the simple words; and was straightway off across the red-lit snow, her cloak streaming out behind her.
“The beauty!” said the man to himself, lurking39 in the bushes to follow her with his eyes. “Pity to lie to her. But she’s leaving—and that stabs Anderson; and she’s going on the wrong ship—and that stabs Grande. Both at a stroke. Not bad for a day like this.”
And with a look of hearty40 satisfaction on his face Le F?ret[1] (for Vaurin’s worthy41 lieutenant42 it was) withdrew to safer covert43.
1. None of Vaurin’s villains44 were taken by the English at the time of the great capture, for none dared come within a league of an English proclamation lest it should turn into a rope to throttle45 them.—P. G.
Le F?ret smiled to himself; but Yvonne almost laughed aloud as she ran, deaf to the growing roar at the farther end of the village and heedless of the flaring46 crimson47 that made the air like blood. The wharf48, when she reached it, was in a final spasm49 of confusion, and shouted orders, and sobbings. Now, she grew cautious. Drawing her cloak close about her face, she pushed through the crowd toward the boat.
Just then a firm hand was laid upon her arm, 226and a very low voice said in her ear,—with less surprise, to be sure, than on a former occasion by Gaspereau lower ford,—
“You here, Mademoiselle de Lamourie?”
Her heart stood still; and she turned upon him a look of such imploring50, desperate dismay that Lieutenant Waldron without another word drew her to one side. Then she found voice.
“Oh, if you have any mercy, any pity, do not betray me,” she whispered.
“But what does this mean? It is my duty to ask,” he persisted, still puzzled.
“I am trying to save my life, my soul, everything, before it’s too late!” she said.
“Oh,” said he, comprehending suddenly. “Well, I think you had better not tell me anything more. I think it is not my duty to say anything about this meeting. You may be doing right. I wish you good fortune and good-by, mademoiselle!”—and, to her wonder, he was off among the crowd.
Still trembling from the encounter, she hastened to the boat.
She found it already half laden51; and in the stern, to her delight, she saw Mother Pêche’s red mantle52. She was on the point of calling to her, but checked herself just in time. The boat was twenty paces from the wharf-edge; and those twenty paces were deep ooze53, intolerable beyond 227measure to white moccasins. Absorbed in her one purpose, which was to get on board the ship without delay, she had not looked to one side or the other, but had regarded women, children, soldiers, boatmen, as so many bushes to be pushed through. Now, however, letting her hood11 part a little from her face, she glanced hither and thither54 with her quick imperiousness, and then from her feet to that breadth of slime, as if demanding an instant bridge. The next thing she knew she was lifted by a pair of stout55 arms and carried swiftly through the mud to the boatside.
After a moment’s hot flush of indignation at the liberty, she realized that this was by far the best possible solution of the problem, as there was no bridge forthcoming. She looked up gratefully, and saw that her cavalier was a big red-coat, with a boyish, jolly face. As he gently set her down in the boat she gave him a radiant look which brought the very blood to his ears.
“Thank you very much indeed!” she said, in an undertone. “I don’t know how I should have managed but for your kindness. But really it is very wrong of you to take such trouble about me; for I see these other poor things have had to wade56 through the mud, and their skirts are terrible.”
The big red-coat stood gazing at her in open-mouthed adoration57, speechless; but a comrade, busy in the boat stowing baggage, answered for him.
228“That’s all right, miss,” said he. “Don’t you worry about Eph. He’s been carryin’ children all day long, an’ some few women because they was sick. He’s arned the right to carry one woman jest fer her beauty.”
In some confusion Yvonne turned away, very fearful of being recognized. She hurriedly squeezed herself down in the stern by Mother Pêche. The old dame’s hand sought hers, furtively58, under the cloak.
“I went to look for you, mother,” she whispered into the red shawl.
“I knew you’d come, poor heart, dear heart!” muttered the old woman, with a swift peering of her strange eyes into the shadow of the girl’s hood.
“I waited for you till they dragged me away. But I knew you’d come.”
“How did you know that, mother?” whispered Yvonne, delighted to find that this momentous59 act of hers had seemed to some one just the expected and inevitable60 thing. “Why, I didn’t know it myself till half an hour ago.”
Mother Pêche looked wise and mysterious.
“I knew it,” she reiterated61. “Why, dear heart, I knew all along you loved him.”
And at last, strange as it may appear, this seemed to Yvonne de Lamourie, penniless, going into exile with the companionship of misery62, an all-sufficient and all-explicative answer.
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