For this was Eppie's wedding-day. Poor little Eppie had found her home at last—her old home too. Jake Martin, at his wife's instigation, had handed over to his son the little farm that had once belonged to old Sandy and there Charlie and Eppie were to start their new life. And so just as the stars were sinking into the faint blue vault2 of heaven, and the earth was rising slowly from its shroud3 of darkness and sleep, Elizabeth had arisen and was now dressed and waiting for Charles Stuart long before he could be expected.
The grand forward march of day had commenced; very slowly and majestically4 it was approaching, and the waking earth stirred at the sound of its footsteps. From every bush and tree looming5 up from the grayness, from every field spread out in dark waving folds, and from the black swamp beyond uprose the welcoming chorus. Elizabeth was reminded of that early dawn she had witnessed so long ago when she had sat at this same window watching for Charles Stuart. That was the morning she had seen Annie steal down the orchard6 path to meet her lover, the morning she had experienced her first hint of that desire, now strong within her, to sing of the glories of earth and sky.
She leaned forward over the window-sill, listening to the great chant earth was raising to heaven. Up behind the black trees of Arrow Hill shone a faint crystal transparency—the airy curtain that yet obscured the wonders of the dawn. A mist gathered in Elizabeth's eyes. Those words that had come to her in that dawn years before returned:—"Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment; who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain." Slowly, imperceptibly, that garment of light was growing brighter, changing to a faint luminous7 gold as the gray earth changed to a deep blue.
Down the drive lane, near the creek stood the old elm, its topmost branch still towering into the heavens, its lower limbs sweeping8 the earth. Remembering how it had come to life that other morning, Elizabeth leaned farther out to listen. And as it slowly took form, gathering9 itself from the blue background, there arose the musical accompaniment to its birth, the loud rapture10 of a robin's morning hymn11.
It paeaned the waking note to the watcher as well. Elizabeth's soul soared up with it in ecstatic worship, voiced in the notes of a new song, that came from her heart as freely as did the robin's. For years her fettered12 spirit had been struggling to express its music, but the repression13 of her early life, disobedience to the call to higher and nobler things, and later a crushing sorrow had stifled14 her voice. But now she was free. She had not been disobedient to the heavenly vision. Her soul had turned at last to meet the dawning need, valiant15 for doing. It had arisen at last, warm and radiant, and she was permitted to sing its welcoming chorus in notes that were to make her name known throughout the length and breadth of her native land.
The dawn had come to Elizabeth through storm and darkness. She never quite recovered from the blow that had driven her back, wounded and faint, to the path of duty. Never a day passed that she did not miss the dear companionship of John, did not listen half-unconsciously for his footsteps, never a night she did not remember with anguished16 heart the manner of his death. But a year had passed, helping17 to heal the wound, and Elizabeth had found happiness in service. One year more and she would be a graduate of a nurses' training school, and a brilliant graduate too, her superior officers predicted. For at last Elizabeth was succeeding. And so her useless days left, she had chosen her life this time without hesitation18. Mrs. Jarvis had gone, bidding her an affectionate farewell, and leaving in her hands the title-deeds to The Dale. Her going closed the door of that side of Elizabeth's life. She was to be some use in the world at last. And because she had found a place that satisfied the highest instincts of her nature, the long-stifled song came welling forth19.
The faint gold of the east was turning to a soft rose, the blue of the earth was growing brighter. And keeping pace with the growing light, the earth-chorus was swelling20 into a storm of music. Elizabeth thought of that dawn of her childhood days, and of her struggle to grasp its meaning. Now she knew. Its message came to her in the words of a hymn. They were the words they had sung in Forest Glen Church the day they laid John in the grassy21 graveyard22:
"But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day,
The saints triumphant23 rise in bright array,
The King of Glory passes on His way,
Hallelujah!"
The King of Glory had come, and the gates of Elizabeth's soul had lifted up their heads that He might enter.
She slipped noiselessly from the room, taking care to waken no one, and descended24 to her father's study. There she seated herself at the desk and strove to put upon paper the great hope and longing25 and happiness that were filling her heart.
Charles Stuart was whistling at the garden gate before she noticed him. She ran down the path to meet him, brushing the dew from the border of mignonette with her light gown.
"What a glorious day Eppie's going to have!" she cried, plucking a rosy26 sweet-pea that nodded over the gate.
She smiled up at him hopefully. "But we'll make them beautiful years," she whispered. "See," she held up a sheet of paper. "I've done it again."
He took it, but did not look at it immediately. For Elizabeth was as radiant as the morning, and his eyes could not turn from her so soon. He did not need to be a Pretender any more either, for the love-light in his eyes was answered by her own.
As they walked down the lane with the sunrise gleaming in Elizabeth's uncovered head, he read her verses.
"Has it a soul?" she asked mischievously28.
There was a mist in Charles Stuart's deep eyes as he turned towards her.
"It was my own fault that it was so long in coming," she said. "But I think it was waiting for you, Stuart."
Charles Stuart's answer was not verbal, but it was more expressive30 than the most eloquent31 words.
"Oh, oh," cried Elizabeth, "just look at the forget-me-nots! I'm going to make a wreath of them for Eppie's hair."
Far up the creek, a cat-bird, hidden amongst scented33 basswood blossoms, was singing a gay medley34 of purest music. On either side the banks were hidden in a luxury of reeds, water-lily leaves, blue forget-me-nots, and gay bobbing lady's-slippers. And between, the winding35 stream shone pink and gold in the sunrise.
Charles Stuart stood watching his lady as she filled her hands with blossoms.
"You love this place, don't you, 'Lizbeth of The Dale?" he said.
"Love it? There is no spot on earth like it."
"And how can you bear to leave it all to come away with me—and to a foreign land, too?"
She raised her face from her rosy bouquet36 and looked into his eyes. And Charles Stuart smiled, knowing he had said a very absurd thing indeed.
They sat down under an overhanging willow37, and talked of the days that were past, and the yet more interesting days to come.
"I remember I used to discuss the possibility of my being a foreign missionary38 with Mother MacAllister," Elizabeth said, "in sun-bonnet days. But I did not think the dream would really come true."
"I remember, too, that when your contemplation of unclothed heathen and boa-constrictors was too much for your courage, you used to remark despairingly that you supposed you would just stay at home and marry Charles Stuart."
Elizabeth laughed. Her ideas concerned with marrying Charles Stuart had undergone a radical39 change in the past year.
From the tower over the Martin woodshed a big bell clanged out a startling interruption. They sprang up, looking at each other guiltily. Auntie Jinit had threatened to so remind them of their duty if they remained too long at the creek. For such a pair for stravagin' over the fields as Lizzie and Charles Stuart, she declared she had never seen, and she was thankful Eppie wasn't given that way.
They scrambled40 gayly up the bank. "They're ringing the wedding-bells already," cried Elizabeth. "There go Mary and Jean; they promised to set the tables—and brother Bone-Bagsley too—the dear! We must hurry."
Nevertheless they still lingered. When they reached the top of the slope, they stood for a moment in the rosy sunlight and, with a common impulse, looked back.
"It's almost a year ago," whispered Elizabeth.
"Yes, almost a year," answered Charles Stuart.
Down the bank past the mill, and up the opposite shore ran the little stony41 path they had so often trodden in schooldays. It crossed The Slash42, now a trim clover-field, and disappeared into the cool depths of Forest Glen. But they could follow it still in imagination. It passed Eppie's old-new home they knew, went down the lane, skirted the highway, and curved round into the grassy churchyard where John lay.
They turned at last and went up the lane together. There were tears in Elizabeth's eyes, but the words of a song were on her lips:—
Steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
Hallelujah!"
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