While the wedding was going on at Wheatlands that evening, Doctor Barnes, hastily summoned to the cottage, was sewing up a ghastly cut on Chester Olyphant’s head, and explaining to Widow Gray that it had barely escaped being a fracture of the skull1. Even now he could not tell what the outcome would be, for, though life still lingered, there was no return to consciousness.
He made the four little heroes very proud and happy by telling them that God himself must have prompted their expedition that day in order to save the young man’s life, and they scampered2 off home in great excitement, to spread the news of their wonderful adventure.
Meanwhile the doctor sent for the best nurse in town, and installed her at the cottage to aid Mrs. Gray in caring for the patient.
But when Leola Mead3 and her father were driven down to the station that night, to take the midnight train for New York, no hint of the truth reached them, and Leola’s heartache over her lover’s falsity was destined4 to last long, for from that hour, when she had fallen like one dead in the arbor5, no news of him transpired6 for many months. Too proud to confess her heart wound to her father, she never called that once loved name in his hearing; she only sought refuge from her pain in change of scene, saying to him eagerly:
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“Papa, darling, I have been buried in the country so long that I am wild to see the world. If you are able to gratify my desires, I prefer travel to anything else on earth.”
“I live only to gratify your wishes now, my precious daughter,” answered Alston Mead, eager to atone7 for having neglected her so long in his passionate8 grief over the loss of his lovely young wife.
He had planned to come back and settle down in a quiet home with his lovely daughter, but he found it no hardship to gratify her desire for travel, since wandering had become a second nature with him.
So in their leisurely9 wanderings through the United States, and afterward10 abroad, the past became almost like a dream to Leola, who told herself, bitterly, that doubtless Jessie Stirling and Olyphant were married long ago, and that she did not care, for she hated him now as much as she had once loved him.
Alston Mead, in all ignorance of the tragic11 love story of his fair daughter, wondered a little that she remained so indifferent to the suitors she attracted wherever she went, for to him it seemed very natural for a young girl to fall in love; still he rejoiced that she did not appear to be susceptible12, saying to himself that he could keep her all the longer to himself.
But all the time Leola was thinking with bitter pique13 and pain of Jessie and Chester reconciled and happy, perhaps long ago wedded14, his love affair of that golden summer an almost forgotten episode.
It was bitter, for Leola knew in her heart that she had given the best and truest love of her life, and that she could never know again the bliss15 of those fleeting16 days, when she had loved and trusted as she never could again, because her tenderness had been betrayed, her heart trampled17 on like a withered18 flower thrown into the dust.
“Like the wild hyacinth flower, which on the hills is found,
Which the passing feet of the triflers forever tear and wound,
Until the purple blossom is trodden in the ground.”
So strangely and completely had Leola’s life changed that sometimes she felt as if she had died and come to life again in some new world—a kaleidoscopic19 world of change, in which every face and scene was new—if only, she said to herself, bitterly, she had not brought with her into this new life the cruel memories of the past, that seemed always crying aloud to her heart:
“Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell.
Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell.
Cast up thy Life’s foam-fretted feet between;
Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen
Which had Life’s form and Love, but by my spell
Is now a shaken shadow intolerable.”
But “time does not stop for tears,” and the days and months rolled away and brought round golden June again, so that it was a year since Leola had ridden out so joyfully20 on Rex to meet her fate in Chester Olyphant’s dark blue eyes.
They were in Paris now, and everyone knows how charming Paris is in June, but somehow Leola’s thoughts turned backward to the West Virginia hills that she had vowed21 she never cared to see again—turned back with a strange homesickness to the wild and picturesque22 scenes where her joyous23 youth had been nurtured24, to the old faces, the old pleasures, and she thought that she should like to get on Rex’s back again for a breezy canter into the country town, or on to the old Blue Sulphur Spring for a draught25 of its cold, clear, sparkling water.
She could close her eyes and see just how it was looking, after the long, cold winter, in its new summer gown of green, trimmed with violets, blue and white—that dear old hillside back of the house; and the orchard26 would be decked in pink and white, and the birds would be singing like mad in the branches, and the sky would be blue and sunny, and the sweet air seem like an elixir27 of life.
She opened her eyes, and she was in Paris again, and she had in her hand a memorandum28 for the shopping she was going to do that week—gowns and laces and jewels, to deck that wonderful beauty, to set off, like a splendid frame, the peerless form, the flowerlike face, with its somber29 dark eyes and thick waves of ruddy golden hair—the Titian shade artists raved30 over.
Her father had had her portrait painted—full length, and all in white—and all Paris had raved over it when the artist had it on exhibition those few days before it was boxed to be shipped to America. She had made many friends, been entertained at the homes of the rich and great, had refused dazzling offers to the wonder of all, and here she was, all at once, with a fit of nostalgia31 for the simple home and kindly32 faces that were gone out of her life forever—or so she thought.
She had often thought of the new Mrs. Bennett, wondering if her simple devotion had ever won her rotund husband’s heart, but she had never written her a line in her eagerness to forget the grief over those last days, and put them behind her forever.
Now she thought, tenderly, of the good woman, murmuring:
“How strange it seems I have never heard one word from all I left behind! Some of them may be dead, some married—Jessie and Chester, of course, long ago—but there are few I care for save my dear old governess and Mrs. Gray!”
Putting all these thoughts behind her with a passing wonder why they had come like ghosts from a dead past to disturb her present peace, she rang for her maid and got ready for her shopping tour.
An hour later she knew why those subtle memories had overwhelmed her this morning. It was the influence of telepathy.
Turning over some rare silks at the Arcade33, her heart leaped, and her blood turned cold in her veins34 at the sound of a familiar voice:
“Leola Mead, am I dreaming, or is it really you? What a charming surprise! Why, only this morning I was thinking of you, wondering where you were; and to find you here so soon, it’s like a dream!”
Stood suddenly like fate—
To those who love, the world is wide,
But not to those who hate!”
Leola felt a small, gloved hand pressing hers very hard, looked into bluebell36 eyes under flaxen waves of hair, and turned cold with dislike and repulsion, dreading37 every moment to see over the blonde’s shoulder her husband’s face, handsome and winning, with the laughing blue eyes that had smiled her heart away.
With a strong effort she pulled herself together, calling her passionate pride to her aid. They should not see her wince38; she would show them she had forgotten him. She said, coldly:
“So it is you, Jessie Stirling? How long have you been over?”
“Oh, since early spring shopping for my trousseau, you know,” twittered Jessie, gayly.
“Then you are not married yet?” Leola cried, eagerly.
“No; but I shall be soon—in late July. Chester was ill so long, you know,” she twittered on; then, at the startled look in Leola’s dark eyes, “Oh, I forgot you went away so abruptly39 that night before everything happened—the explosion and all! Tell me, haven’t you ever heard from home? from any of them? Not a word, you say? How very strange! Leola, is your carriage waiting? Yes? Then I will go for a drive with you, and tell you everything. We can come back for our shopping later”—dragging her out.
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