Rose had been devoting her energies to radishes and lettuce2. Ruth to pansies and sweet alyssum, for it seemed to her that a vegetable bed ought to have a border of flowers.
“Like having flowers on the dinner-table,” she remarked, as she strewed3 the tiny seeds. “And they’ll go right on blooming long after your radishes have been eaten up,” she added.
“Yes, but by that time we’ll have planted peas, and then corn, and then tomatoes and then eggplants—this is going to be one round of good things to eat,” Rose returned with gusto. “What fun planting is! It’s just as magic as getting turned into a swan or a fox or any of those real things ... all right, we’re c-o-o-ming....” This last in answer to Marmie, whose voice had at last reached the girl’s inner consciousness. So they gathered up their tools and ran in to wash up before sitting down to supper.
“You little grubs,” said Marmie, “you don’t really need to get into the ground yourselves when you plant. Hurry and dig yourselves out, because Dad wants me to ride to the south ranch4 with him after supper. He’s got to look over the fences.”
“But it’ll be dark, Marmie.”
“There’s a full moon, youngster.”
“Can’t we go too, please, please?”
“Not this time, dears. We’ll be rather late getting back, and I want you to get to bed good and early. But soon we’ll fix up a picnic, when the weather grows more settled. I think we are going to have a very early spring this year ... why, it’s more like the end of April than the end of March right now.”
After they had waved their parents out of sight, the two girls turned back into the house a trifle forlornly.
“Dear me, I wish we were big enough to do just what we wanted to do,” grumbled5 Rose. “Grown-up people don’t consider enough how we young ones suffer when they don’t let us do things.”
They went glumly6 into the living room and sat down, trying to think of something to do. But the thought of the ponies7 loping out there in the moonlight with Dad and Marmie drove other ideas away.
Suddenly Ruth looked up eagerly.
“Oh, Rose, I do wish the fairy would come,” 257she exclaimed. “Then we wouldn’t mind being left behind.”
“That’s true. Suppose we wish for her.”
“A wish is as good as a smile,” remarked the voice of Honeysqueak. “I’ve been sitting right here some time, but such a pair of scowling9 faces frightened all the words away—I couldn’t get hold of one.”
“We weren’t cross, dear fairy,” explained Rose, “just sort of despairing.”
“Well, it’s no use my shaking my head, because you can’t see me,” said the fairy. “But....”
And her voice sounded just as though she were shaking it.
So Rose and Ruth both laughed rather shamefacedly, and then the fairy laughed too and the air cleared like magic.
“And now that life seems worth while again, my dears, suppose we go off on a little trip of our own?”
Nothing could be better than that, and when Ruth begged that they might visit Evangeline this time, Rose thought it a splendid suggestion, and the fairy agreed.
“There isn’t a lovelier place anywhere than Grand Pré,” she told them, “nor a sweeter girl than Evangeline. So come along, quick, quick, quick!”
And in less time than you’d take to get out of 258your chair, the sisters found themselves in Acadie, of a lovely June afternoon.
They were strolling along a white and curving road shaded by trees. On either hand the meadows spread, deep in grass, reaching to the blue, calm waters of the Basin of Midas on one side, on the other to the misty-topped mountains, dark with forest. Ahead of them lay the lovely village, with its white, thatch-roofed cottages and big church. Flax in bloom made broad patches of blue, a clearer, lighter10 blue than the sea-water, but just as beautiful. It was a smiling, lovely scene.
Coming to meet them, with a basket on her arm, was a girl of their own age dressed in a blue frock with full white sleeves and opening at the throat over a white yoke11. A white cap with broad lappets topped her shining brown hair. She was as winsome12 a sight as ever the sun shone on, with a sweet and laughing face and a body as lissom13 as the swaying grain just ripening14 in the fields.
Rose and Ruth were dressed in the same way, and they turned their heads with delight to make their caps wave the white wings that so pleasantly shaded their necks.
“Here you are, and late too,” cried Evangeline. “I had hoped to meet you nearer the village. Come, we’ll return to the farm, and then my father has given permission for us to take the big, kind Alphonse and picnic on Blomidon. Will that not be a fine holiday? And on a day so fair!”
“We only got here this minute,” said Rose. “How sweet you look, Evangeline! We are so glad to meet you. Ruth said she always loved you better than any other heroine in ... in ...” Rose couldn’t quite remember what she had intended saying, so she ended with a skip of joy, and the statement that a picnic on Blomidon was a wonderful idea, and who was Alphonse?
“Alphonse is the dog. Father will let me go anywhere with him, so big and strong and wise he is, and so brave and gentle. Do you like dogs?”
Of course they did, and all three of them chatting at once, they trudged16 merrily along the road toward the farm, roomy and generous, with big barns stretching round three sides of a square, with dove-cotes and hen-houses and kennels17, and the wide-eaved gracious house in front, facing the sea.
As they pushed open the white gate of the house-place, a hearty-looking white-haired man called to them from an open window.
“Welcome, mes petites. Evangeline, offer thy friends some milk and a slice of bread and cheese, and then be off with you all, for I do not want you to be late getting home.”
A table stood under a great, shady sycamore by the door, with chairs about it, and here Evangeline spread a simple meal of bread and cheese and berries, with a huge pitcher18 of creamy milk. Bees murmured all about them, butterflies flitted past, and the clear air seemed to shimmer19 above 260the meadows and orchards20 and over the gleaming sea.
“I think this is the loveliest place in the whole world,” decided21 Ruth, sighing with content. “Oh, are we going to drive?” for in the yard two men were harnessing a pretty sorrel horse to a wagon22 with two seats, singing as they did so.
“Indeed we are. My father has business on beyond among the hills, and he will drive us close to the forest to spend the afternoon, and stop for us on the way back. It would be too far to walk.”
What fun it was, climbing so joyously23 into the wagon, with Father Bellefontaine helping24 them settle down, and putting in the baskets of dainty cakes and the bottle of fruit-juice and the basket of great red strawberries on which they were to feast under the murmuring pines, that sang an echo to the stirring waves, endless as time. And that drive!
First they went through the quaint25 village where every one knew them, and waved or called a greeting. Evangeline was a favourite with young and old alike, that was evident. Such a clean, bright little village, with orchards almost up to the cottage doors, these cottages so pretty with dormer windows and huge beams of wood criss-crossing the white or tinted26 plaster of their walls. Brilliant little gardens bloomed before many, and vines scrambled27 up most. Children played everywhere, and once, coming down a side 261street, Rose caught a glimpse of the pleasant-faced old priest, surrounded by a group of youngsters, who were grasping at his hands and his flowing black robe, while he smiled down upon them.
Then came the spreading meadows, protected from the sea by dikes on which willows28 grew in long rows. And then the hills, covered with trees.
Their way led far out on the cape29, and the song of the sea was always in their ears, while its blue shone between trees or stretched far as they topped some slight rise. Father Bellefontaine pointed30 out sights of interest here and there. They passed the smithy and were hailed by Basil Lajeunnes who worked there amid a shower of sparks to the merry ring of iron on iron. A slender youth ran out to exchange a word with them as they stopped a moment—Basil’s son, young Gabriel, and Evangeline smiled at him, but said nothing.
“If there were room in the wagon we should like to take you too, Gabriel,” said the farmer. “But like enough one boy with so many maids would be too bashful, ... eh, Basil?” and he laughed toward his friend, who had come to the door of the smithy and stood smiling.
Gabriel laughed too. “If there were room I would surely forget my bashfulness,” he answered, his eyes dancing.
“Then in with you,” cried Farmer Bellefontaine, 262“and you two behind make room somehow. I shall be glad enough to have Gabriel with these maids in the forest, for all Alphonse is here.”
So Gabriel climbed in between Ruth and Evangeline, and the little party hastened on toward the cape, Alphonse leaping and barking around the wagon and horse as though he enjoyed it all every bit as much as the rest.
“Be wise children and do not wander too deep into the forest,” warned Evangeline’s father as he left the young people in the shadow of the mighty31 pines, baskets and all, and drove off about his business. “I shall be back by sunset.”
They had little trouble taking the baskets farther in among the trees, where a spring bubbled up between moss-covered stones, to wander away in a clear streamlet. The air was redolent of the fragrance32 of the needles, and the shadows and sun played all sorts of fantastic games with each other as the wind stirred the boughs33 so high above the children’s heads.
They took off shoes and stockings and paddled in the clear water, and chased each other laughing over the brown needles, silky soft to their bare feet. They sang and laughed, and Gabriel showed them a new game with a ball he had brought. Then came the picnic, and they ate every morsel34, including a cold chicken, whose bones alone they threw to Alphonse. He was so clever catching35 them that they couldn’t praise him enough, nor he be done wagging his tail.
Then Gabriel told them there was a wonderful view of the bay to be had from a nearby hilltop, and offered to lead them there. They packed up the baskets neatly36, put on their shoes and stockings, and then started away, Alphonse in the lead, sniffing37 the breeze and dashing after squirrels, which chattered38 at him mockingly from a branch just beyond reach.
They had not gone very far before they came to another path branching from the one they had been following. Gabriel was not sure which way to take, so he asked them to wait at the junction39 while he explored a bit. Off he went, while Alphonse lay down beside the girls, whose hands were full of flowers plucked on the walk.
Evangeline told them of her life on the farm, and of the festival soon to occur, a Saint’s day when all the village turned out to dance and play games, dressed in its best. She was to have a new gown, her father had promised her.
Suddenly, as they talked, Alphonse sprang up with a deep growl40, his hair bristling41 all over him, his eyes flashing. Startled, the girls sprang to their feet, but there was nothing to be seen.
“I wish Gabriel were back,” exclaimed Evangeline. “What can be wrong, that Alphonse acts so strangely?”
Still growling42 hoarsely43, Alphonse began to crawl up the path which had not been taken by Gabriel. Then with a loud bark, he sprang forward and disappeared.
There was another sharp bark, then an angry whine46, and Alphonse reappeared, running, frightened but fierce. Behind him a huge brown shadow rolled, a shadow that resolved itself into a great hairy beast in no time at all.
“A bear!”
They all gasped47 the words. Alphonse, seeing them, turned again and faced the huge creature, snarling48 like a wolf. The bear paused and reared up on its hind8 legs.
“Hasten!” whispered Evangeline, her voice shaking. “Up the path toward Gabriel while the dog holds her back.”
Rose and Ruth felt the most peculiar50 sensation in their knees as they turned to follow Evangeline. Through Rose’s head flashed a remembered description: “and his knees were like water.” That was it. But this did not keep them from flying like scared rabbits up the path under the shadowy trees. Behind them a hoarse44 roar burst out, mixed with indescribable growling, snarling and whining51. Ruth glanced back to see dog and bear rolling on the ground together.
At this moment, Gabriel, breathless, reached them. He had heard the sounds as he was returning, and knew something must be wrong.
Quickly he put himself between the girls and the 265bear. He had drawn52 a short, broad and sharp knife from his belt, and clutched this tightly.
“Have a care, dear Gabriel,” whispered Evangeline. “It is a horrible great brute53 and there is a cub with it.”
He nodded. The bear was still rolling on the ground with the dog, but now she rose, snorting and shaking her head. Her small eyes gleamed as she saw the little group crouched54 together, Gabriel some paces in front. Growling again, she strode forward with a rolling movement.
An icy chill shook the three girls. She was going to attack.
Gabriel glanced back over his shoulder. His face was pale but steady.
“Run,” he commanded. “I can keep her back ... hurry....”
They did not stir. Rose and Ruth felt that nothing could make them move away from whatever was to come; Evangeline stood, her little hands clenched55 and pressed against her breast, her eyes on Gabriel and the advancing beast.
The dog had once more gathered himself up, and now came again to the attack. Just as the bear reared up before Gabriel, its great paws waving, Alphonse sprang. The bear swerved56, sinking to all fours, and the dog’s teeth gripped its pointed nose.
At the same moment Gabriel closed in, knife ready. All the girls saw was a whir of brown, a flash of steel, the white spot on Alphonse’s throat 266he held on grimly; Gabriel thrust the knife deep into the great creature’s neck, close behind the ear.
With an almost human groan57 the animal swung its heavy paw at the boy, and felled him to the ground. The knife dropped from his hand, rattling58 on the path.
Rose heard a scream—it was Evangeline—and she saw the girl spring forward to help her playmate and comrade. But Rose herself was quicker. With Gabriel’s fall she had plunged59 at the knife, snatched it up, and now, brushing Evangeline aside, she made a lunge at the bear, which had rolled over on both boy and dog. Her knife sank into the beast’s head, at the base of the brain. But the stroke was not needed ... the bear was already dead.
“It’s dead,” gasped Rose, and Ruth, sobbing60, was beside her, struggling to drag the carcass off the boy, who lay still. Evangeline, on her knees murmuring prayers, had caught his hand in hers.
By frantic61 efforts the three succeeded in getting Gabriel free. Blood trickled62 from his left shoulder, but in an instant his eyes opened. He had had the breath knocked out of him, and it took only a few minutes to bring him around.
All the girls were crying, in an excited way, and quite unconsciously. Gabriel sat staring at the huge brown body. Suddenly he exclaimed:
“And Alphonse!”
Poor Alphonse. He had given his life for his mistress. He was crushed under his enemy. They got him free tenderly, but it was hopeless. There was no more wagging of the responsive tail, no cheery bark, no joyful63 gambolling64 life in the kindly65 dog. Evangeline patted him, the tears running down her cheeks.
“He died a hero’s death,” said Gabriel, gravely. “We will carry him back down the trail and see that he is given fit burial.”
“But you, your arm, Gabriel,” asked Evangeline suddenly. “It is wounded.”
“Nothing much, a scratch. My mother will dress it as soon as we reach home.”
But the girls would not have that, and bound the wound up as well as might be with Evangeline’s kerchief. While they were at this work an odd whining made itself noticeable.
“Oh, look,” whispered Ruth. “It’s the cub.”
And so it was, for the little creature had slowly drawn nearer to its dead mother, and now was nosing over her, whining in a surprised, pained manner, and pawing at her with its small feet. Reaching the bleeding wound in her throat it stopped suddenly, lifted its head high in the air, and began crying.
“Poor little beast,” said Rose. “Let’s take it back with us, Gabriel. It will make a nice pet.”
Gabriel took off his leather belt and fastened it around the cub’s neck, handing the other end of the strap66 to Rose and Ruth. He and Evangeline 268then took up the dead Alphonse between them, and the cavalcade67 set off down the path, slowly enough. It was difficult work, but at last, with many rests, and some frantic demonstrations68 from the terrified cub, they got back to the spot where Farmer Bellefontaine had left them early that afternoon. It seemed an hundred years ago!
There he was, anxiously pacing about, looking now in this direction, now in the other, for the sun was setting, and he began to fear something had happened. When he saw the queer procession coming toward him he stared in astonishment69, and then called out sharply:
“What is this? What have you been about?”
His astonishment grew when the story was told him, and it looked as though he too would faint, so white he grew, thinking of his beloved child in such danger.
Evangeline told him of Rose’s bravery, and he embraced her, laughing, but with tears in his eyes.
“What an affair, what an affair! And never again shall you get out of your old father’s sight, child. But my boy, what a stroke that was of thine!”
“It was plain luck,” returned Gabriel. “I struck blindly, and the blade must somehow have reached the brain. Then poor Alphonse helped me. He hung to the beast’s muzzle70 to the very end.”
Well, it had to be told over again on the way home, with the small cub in the lunch basket, and 269when they reached Gabriel’s home, there was more excitement. All the village crowded round, the barber came to bind71 up Gabriel’s wound, his father stood by beaming, his mother wept and called on heaven in thanksgiving, and every one had something to say. Several of the youths of the place determined72 to go out the first thing in the morning to bring in the old she-bear, and it was plain to see that they envied Gabriel his adventure. Rose too came in for a deal of congratulation and hand-shaking and even kisses, for Evangeline was quick to tell of her courage, and to praise the swiftness of the help she offered.
“In an instant she had the knife up, and then—it was wonderful, so strong, so steady,” and she illustrated73 the stroke. Rose was embarrassed, but Ruth looked on with shining eyes.
Then all bade Gabriel farewell, each giving him a kiss. The cub squealed74 in the basket, the horse started off gaily75, everybody waved and hurrahed—it was like a story ... the moon shone softly over the broad meadows, the wind sighed, the village dogs barked....
Or no. It was their own dogs barking! They were back at home, and when they looked at the clock they decided it was time for them to hop15 right off to bed.
“But that was a splendid adventure,” said Ruth, “and you were a wonder, Rose. We must tell Marmie.”
“If we can only remember. But we never do 270when she’s here, Ruth,” returned Rose, puzzling again over the freakish forgetfulness that came to them whenever they tried to recall for the benefit of others any of their many trips through the Magic Gate.
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