Also Bess and I woke to find ourselves heroines. Matthew came to breakfast after he had seen the lamps in his mock hens burning brightly, and brought Polly with him to congratulate us on the rescue of our infant industry. Polly had told him of our brilliant coup1 against old Jack2 Frost, and he was all enthusiasm, as was also Uncle Cradd, while father beamed because he was hearing me praised and thought of something else at the same time. Later Owen Murray came out for Bess in his car, and insisted on buying six more of the eggs, because, he said, they had now become a sporting proposition and interested him. Bess agreed to board them to maturity3 in her conservatory4 for him at fifty cents a day per head and let him visit them at any time. He gave me a check immediately. He offered to buy six of Polly's chicks at the same price, but Matthew refused to let her sell them at all, and also Bess refused to have any mixing of breeds in her conservatory. Polly didn't know enough to resent losing the hundred and twenty dollars, because she had never had more than fifty cents in her life, and Matthew didn't realize what it would have meant to her to have that much money, because he had more than he needed all his life, so they were all happy and laughed through one of Rufus' worst hog5 effusions in the way of a meal for lunchers, but—but I had in a month learned to understand what a dollar might mean to a man or woman, and at the thought of that two hundred and forty dollars Mr. G. Bird and family had earned for me in their second month of my ownership my courage arose and girded up its loins for the long road ahead. I knew enough to know that these returns were a kind of isolated6 nugget in the poultry7 business, and yet why not?
"We'll sell Mr. Evan Baldwin a five-hundred-dollar gold egg yet, Mr. G. Bird," I said to myself.
After luncheon8 they all departed and left me to my afternoon's work. Matthew lingered behind the others and helped me feed the old red ally and Mrs. Ewe and Peckerwood Pup.
"I was talking to Evan Baldwin at the club after his first lecture the other night and, Ann, I believe I'll be recruited for the plow9 as well as for the machine-gun. I'm going to buy some land out there back of the Beesleys' and raise sheep on it. He says Harpeth is losing millions a year by not raising sheep. I'm going to live at Riverfield a lot of the time and motor back and forth10 to business. Truly, Ann, the land bug11 has bit me and—and it isn't just—just to come up on your blind side. But, dear, now don't you think that it would be nice for me to live over here with you as a perfectly12 sympathetic agricultural husband?"
"I needed a husband so much more yesterday to help with the pruning13 of the rose-vines than I do to-day, Matthew," I answered with a laugh. Matthew's proposals of marriage are so regular and so alike that I have to avoid monotony in the wit of my answers.
"I'm never in time to do a single thing on this place, and I don't see how everything gets done for you without my help. Who helps you?"
"Everybody," I answered. I had never had the courage to break Adam to Matthew in the long weeks I had been seeing them both every day, and of course Pan had never come out of the woods when Matthew or any of the rest were there. "I'll tell you what you can do for me," I said, with a sudden inspiration about getting rid of him, for the red-headed Peckerwood had promised to come and put some kind of hoodoo earth around the peonies and irises14 and pinks in my garden, also to bud some kind of a new rose on one of the old blush ones, and I wanted the place quiet so he would venture out of his lair15. "You can go on to town and look after Polly carefully. She is going in with Bess for the first time since their infatuation, and I want her eyes to open gradually on the world out over Paradise Ridge16."
"Ann, ought they ever to open?" asked Matthew, suddenly, with the color coming up to the roots of his hair and burning in his ears like it still does in Bud Corn-tassel's when he comes over to see or help me or to bring me something from Aunt Mary, his mother. "Bess is one of the best of friends I've got in the world, but I just—just couldn't see Corn-tassel dancing in some man's arms in the mere17 hint of an evening gown that Bess occupied while fox-trotting with Evan Baldwin at the club the other night."
"Who was the belle18 of the ball, Matt?" I asked him, with a flame in my cheeks, for the pink and lavender chiffon gown Bess had worn was one of the Voudaine creations that I had brought from Paris and sold her after the crash.
"Oh, Bess always is when you are not there and, Ann, don't for a moment think that I—I—" Poor Matthew was stuttering while I rubbed the tip of my nose against his sleeve in the way of a caress19, as I had a feed-bucket in one hand and a water-pan in the other.
"Do go and shop with Polly and Bess as a force for protection. I must have a quiet afternoon to commune with my garden," I commanded.
"Sometimes you make me so mad, Ann Craddock, that—that—" Matthew was stuttering when Uncle Cradd appeared at the back door to chat with him, and I made my escape through the barn and out into the woods. I had thought that I saw a glint of Peckerwood red pass through the pasture that way, and I was determined20 that Pan shouldn't give me and the garden the slip as he always did when he saw anybody around.
As I ran rapidly through the old pasture, which was overgrown with buckbushes and sassafras sprouts21, which were turning into great pink and green fern clumps22 in the warm April sunshine, I gave the two or three Saint-Saëns Delilah notes which had been robbed of any of their wicked Delilah flavor for me by having heard Mr. G. Bird sing them so beautifully on the stage of the Metropolitan23 in that first dream night in Elmnest. But I called and then called in vain until at last I came out to the huge old rock that juts24 out from the edge of the rugged25 little knoll26 at the far end of the pasture. Here I paused and looked down on Elmnest in the afternoon sunshine with what seemed to be suddenly newly opened eyes. I had been in and out of Elmnest to such an extent for the last six weeks that I hadn't had a chance to get off and look at it from an outsider's standpoint, and now suddenly I was taking that view of it. The old rose and green brick house, covered in by its wide, gray shingle28 roof, the gables and windows of which were beginning to be wreathed in feathery and pink young vines, which were given darker notes here and there in their masses by the sturdy green of the honey-suckles, hovered29 down on a small plateau rear-guarded by the barn and sheds, flanked by the garden and the gnarled old orchard30, and from its front door the long avenue of elms led far down to the group of Riverfield houses that huddled31 at the other end. All villages in the State of Harpeth have been so built around the old "great houses" of the colonial landowners, and between their generations has been developed a communistic life that I somehow feel is to bridge from the pioneer life of this country to the great new life of the greater commune that is coming to us. Down there in Riverfield I knew that there was sin and sorrow and birth and death, but there was no starvation, and for every tragedy there was a neighbor to reach out a helping32 hand, and for every joy there were hearty33 and friendly rejoicings.
"Oh, and I'm one of them—I belong," I said to myself as I noted34 each cottage into which I went and came at will, as friend and beloved neighbor. Even at that distance I could see a small figure, which I knew to be Luella Spain, running up the long avenue, and in its hand I detected something that, I was sure, was a covered plate or dish. "And I'm making Elmnest fulfil its destiny into the future—into the future that the great Evan Baldwin is preaching about in town, instead of practicing out in the fields. I wonder if he really knows a single thing about farming."
"He does," came an answer from right at my shoulder in Pan's flutiest voice, and I turned to find him standing35 just behind me on the very edge of the old tilting36 rock.
"How do you know?" I demanded of him as I took the clean white cloth tied up at four corners, gypsy-fashion, which he offered me and which, I could see, was fairly bursting with green leaves of a kind I had never seen before.
"I was with him at the Metropolitan the night I saw Ann Craddock in Gale37 Beacon's box, you know,—the night that Mr. G. Bird sang 'Delilah,' and also I've slept on the bare ground with him in his woods in Michigan and on his red clay in Georgia."
"Well, I hate him all the same for the insult of his offer to buy Elmnest, though I doubt if he has any family pride or any family either, so, of course, he wouldn't understand that it is an insult to offer to buy one's colonial home with holes in the door to shoot Indians through," I answered with the temper that always came at the mention of the name of a man I had chosen to consider a foe38 without any consent on his part at all.
"You'd think he was born and raised in a hollow log if you should ever interview him, and he hasn't any family, but from some of the motions he is making, I think he intends to have," answered Pan, with one of his most fluty jeers39, and he shook his head until the crests40 ruffled41 still lower over the tips of his ears.
"Are you—you one of his agents—that is, spies, and was it you that insulted me by wanting to buy Elmnest just because it was poor and old?" I demanded, with the color in my cheeks.
"I am not his spy or his agent, and do you want to come down to the spring-house and cook these wild-mustard shoots for our dinner, or shall I go at our old garden with the prospect42 of an empty stomach at sunset?"
"Why won't you come in to dinner with me?" I asked, with a mollified laugh, though I knew I was bringing down upon myself about my hundredth refusal of proffered43 hospitality.
"Two reasons—first, because I won't eat with my neighbors at the 'great house' when I can't eat with them in the cottage, and I just can't eat the grease that a lot of the poorer villagers deluge44 their food with. I'm Pan, and I live in the woods on roots and herbs. Second—because about six weeks ago I found a farm woman who would come out at my wooing to cook and eat the herbs and roots with me and I could have her to myself all alone. Now, will you come on down to the spring?" And without waiting for my reply, Adam started down the hill, crosswise from the path by which I had ascended45, padding ahead in his weird46 leather sandals and breaking a path for me through the undergrowth as I followed close at his shoulder, an order of rough travel to which I had become accustomed in the weeks that had passed and that now seemed to me—well, I might say racial.
In the riot of an April growing day, in which we could hear life fairly teem47 and buzz at our feet, on right, and left, and overhead, Adam and I worked shoulder to shoulder in the old garden of Elmnest. Every now and then I ran down to the spring to put a green fagot under the pot of herbs, which needed to simmer for hours to be as delicious as was possible for them. From the library came a rattle48 and bang of literary musketry from the blessed parental49 twins, who were for the time being with Julius Cæsar in "all Gaul," and oblivious50 to anything in the twentieth century, even a spring-intoxicated niece and daughter down in her grandmother's garden with a Pan from the woods; occasionally Rufus rattled51 a pot or a pan; but save for these few echoes of civilization, Adam and I delved52 and spaded and clipped and pruned53 and planted in the old garden just as if it had been the plot of ground without the walls of Eden in which our first parents were forced to get busy.
"Great work, Farmwoman," said Adam as we sat down on the side steps to eat, bite-about, the huge red apple he had taken from the bundle of emigrant54 appearance which he always carried over his shoulder on the end of a long hickory stick and which I had by investigation55 at different times found to contain everything from clean linen56 to Sanskrit poetry for father. To-day I found the manuscript score of a new opera by no less a person than Hurter himself, which he insisted on having me hum through with him while we ate the apple.
"I told Hurter I thought that fourth movement wouldn't do, and now I know it after hearing you try it through an apple," said Pan as he rose from beside me, tied the manuscript up in the bandana bundle, and picked up his long pruning-knife. "Now, Woman, we'll put a curb57 on the rambling58 of every last rambler in this garden and then we can lay out the rows for Bud to plant with the snap beans to-morrow." Adam, from the first day he had met me, had addressed me simply with my generic59 class name, and I had found it a good one to which to make answer. Also Adam had shown me the profit and beauty of planting all needful vegetables mixed up with the flowers in the rich and loamy old garden, and had adjusted a cropping arrangement between the Corn-tassel Bud and me that was to be profitable to us both, Bud only doing in odd hours the work I couldn't do, and getting a share of the profits.
"Don't work me to death to-day," I pleaded, and told him about the rescue of the babies Bird with so much dramatic force that his laughter rang out with such volume that old Rufus came to the kitchen window to look out and shake his head, and I knew he was muttering about "Peckerwoods," "devils," and the sixth day of the week. "Will the chicks live all right, do you think?" I asked anxiously.
"They're safe if they never got cold to the touch and you didn't joggle 'em too much. Do either you or Miss Rutherford happen to er—er—kick in your sleep?"
"We do not!" I answered with dignity, as I snipped60 away a dead branch of ivy61 from across the path.
"I just thought Miss Rutherford might from—"
"You don't know Bess; she's so executive that—"
"That she wouldn't kick eggs for anything," finished Pan, mockingly. "She does pretty well in the Russian ballet, doesn't she?"
"Oh, I wish you could just see her in the 'Cloud Wisp'!" I exclaimed, with the greatest pride, for Bess Rutherford has nothing to envy Pavlova about.
"I have—er—have a great desire to so behold62 her at some future time," answered Pan, with one of his eery laughs, and I could almost see hoofs63 through the raw hide of his shoes. I would have ruffled the red crests off of the tips of his ears to see if they really were pointed64 if he had not stood just out of reach of my hand, where it would have been impossible to catch him if I tried.
"You won't eat with me in civilization, you won't meet any of my friends, and I don't believe you ever want to please me," I said as I turned away from his provocation65 and began again with the scissors.
"I don't like world girls," he said with the fluty coo in his voice that always calms the Ladies Leghorn when they are ruffled. "I only love farm women. The moon is beginning to get a rise out of the setting sun, and let's go away from these haunts of men to our own woods home. Come along!" As he spoke66 Pan pocketed his long knife, picked up his stick and bundle, and began to pad away through the trees down towards the spring, with me at his shoulder, and for the first time he held my hand in his as I followed in my usual squaw style.
In all the long dreary67 weeks that followed I was glad that I had had that dinner at sunset and moonrise with him down in the cove27 at the spring that was away from all the world. All during the days that never seemed to end, as I went upon my round of duties, I put the ache of the memories of it from me, but in the night I took the agony into my heart and cherished it.
"And it's the Romney hand ye have with the herb-pot, Woman dear," said Adam as he squatted68 down beside our simmering pot and stirred it with the clean hickory stick I had barked for that purpose when, very shortly after high noon, I had put the greens, with the two wild onion sprigs and the handful of inevitable69 black-walnut kernels70, into the iron pot set on the two rocks with their smoldering71 green fire between. "You know you'd rather be eating this dinner of sprouts and black bread with your poor Adam than—than dancing that 'Cloud Drift' in town with Matthew Berry—or Baldwin the enemy."
"Yes," I answered, as I knelt beside him and thrust in another slim stick and tasted the juice of the pot off the end. "But it would be hard to make Matthew believe it. I forgot to tell you that Matt is really going in for farming, thanks to the evil influence of your friend Evan Baldwin, who wouldn't know a farm if he met one on the road, a real farm, I mean. Poor Matt little knows the life of toil72 he is plotting for himself."
"Is he coming to live at Elmnest?" asked Adam, in a voice of entire unconcern, as he took the black loaf from his gypsy pack and began to cut it up into hunks and lay it on the clean rock beside the pot.
"He is not," I answered with an indignation that I could see no reason for.
"Sooner or later, Woman, you'll have to take a mate," was the primitive73 statement that confronted me as I lifted the pot with the skirt of my blouse and poured the greens into two brown crockery bowls that Adam kept secreted74 with the pot on a ledge75 of the old spring-house.
"Well, a husky young farmer is the only kind of a man who need apply. I mean a born rustic76. I couldn't risk an amateur with the farm after all you've taught me," I answered as we seated ourselves on the warm earth side by side and began to dip the hunks of black bread into our bowls and lift the delicious wilted77 leaves to our mouths with it, a mode of consumption it had taken Pan several attempts to teach me. Pan never talks when he eats, and he seems to browse79 food in a way that each time tempts78 me more and more to reach out my hand and lift one of the red crests to see about the points of his ears.
"Do you want to hear my invocation to my ultimate woman?" he asked as he set his bowl down after polishing it out with his last chunk80 of bread some minutes after I had so finished up mine.
"Is it more imperative81 than the one you give me under my window before I have had less than a good half-night's sleep every morning?" I asked as I crushed a blade of meadow fern in my hands and inhaled82 its queer tang.
"I await my beloved in
Grain fields.
Come, woman!
In thy eyes is truth.
Thy body must give food with
Hold drink for love thirst.
I am thy child.
I am thy mate.
Come!"
Pan took my hand in his as he chanted, and held my fingers to his lips, and ended his chant with several weird, eery, crooning notes blown across his lips and through my fingers out into the moonlit shadows.
"I feel about you just as I do about one of Mrs. Ewe's lambkins," I whispered, with a queer answering laugh in my voice, which held and repeated the croon in his.
"I am thy child.
I am thy mate.
Oh, come!"
again chanted Pan, and it surely wasn't imagination that made me think that the red crests ruffled in the wind. The light in his eyes was unlike anything I had ever seen; it smouldered and flamed like the embers under the pot beside the rock. It drew me until the sleeve of my smock brushed his sleeve of gray flannel84. His arms hovered, but didn't quite enclose me.
"And the way I am going to feel about all the little chickens out of the incubator," I added slowly as if the admission was being drawn85 out of me. Still the arms hovered, the crests ruffled, and the eyes searched down into the depths of me, which had so lately been plowed86 and harrowed and sown with a new and productive flower.
"And the old twin fathers," I added almost begrudgingly87, as I cast him my last treasure.
Then with a laugh that I know was a line-reproduction descended88 from the one that Adam gave when he first recognized Eve, Pan folded me into his arms, laid his red head on my breast, and held up his lips to mine with a "love-thirst" that it took me more than a long minute to slack to the point of words.
"I knew there was one earth woman due to develop at the first decade of this century, and I've found her," Pan fluted89 softly as he in turn took me on his breast and pressed his russet cheek against the tan of mine. "I'm going to take her off into the woods and then in a generation salvation90 for the nation will come forth from the forest."
"My word is given to the Golden Bird to see his progeny91 safe into the world, and I must do that before—" but my words ended in a laugh as I slipped out of Pan's arms and sprang to my feet and away from him.
"We'll keep that faith with Mr. Bird to-night, and then I can take you with me before daylight," said Pan as he collected his Romney bundle with his left hand and me with his right and began to pad up the path from the spring-house towards the barn under a shower of the white locust-blossoms, which were giving forth their last breath of perfume in a gorgeous volume.
"To-night?" I asked from the hollow between his breast and his arm where I was fitted and held steadily92 so that my steps seemed to be his steps and the breath of my lungs to come from his.
"Yes; most of the eggs were pipped when I went in the barn to put away the tools," answered Adam, with very much less excitement than the occasion called for.
"Oh, why—why didn't you tell me?" I demanded as I came out of the first half of a kiss and before I retired93 into the last half.
"Too hungry—had to be fed before they got to eating at your heart," answered Pan in a way that made me know that he meant me and not the dandelion greens and brown bread.
"You are joking me; they are not due until day after to-morrow," I said as I took my lips away and began to hurry us both towards the barn.
"All April hatches are from two to three days early," was Adam's prosaic94 and instructive answer that cut the last kiss short as we entered the barn-door.
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| n.（尤指基督）救世，超度，拯救，解困 | |
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