The Street Called Straight Part 55

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She reflected a minute. "I know what makes you ask that. You think I've changed too suddenly. If so, I can explain it."

The silence in which he waited for her to continue a.s.sented in some sort to this reading of his thoughts.

"It isn't that I've changed," she said, at last, speaking thoughtfully, "so much as that I've wakened to a sense of what's real for me as distinguished from what's been forced and artificial. You may understand me better if I say that in leading my life up to--up to recently, I've been like a person at a play--a play in which the situations are interesting and the characters sympathetic, but which becomes like a dream the minute you leave the theater and go home. I feel that--that with you--I've--I've got home."

He would have said something, but she hurried on.

"I've not changed toward the play, except to recognize the fact that it _was_ a play--for me. I knew it the instant I began to learn about papa's troubles. That was like a summons to me, like a call. When it came, everything else--the things I'd been taught to strive for and the people whom I had supposed to be the only ones worth living with, grew distant and shadowy, as though they belonged to a picture or a book. It seemed to me that I woke then for the first time to a realization of the life going on about me here in my own country, and to a sense of my share in it. If I hadn't involved myself so much--and involved some one else with me--my duty would have been clearer from the start. But Colonel Ashley's been so n.o.ble!--he's understood me so well!--he's helped me so much to understand myself!--that I can't help honoring him, honoring him with my whole heart, even if I see now that I don't--that I never did--care for him in the way--"

She pressed her handkerchief to her lips to keep back what might have become a sob.

"Did you know I--I loved you?" he asked, still speaking hoa.r.s.ely.

"I thought you must," she said, simply. "I used to say I hoped you didn't--but deep down in my heart--"

He got up and strode to the window, where, with his back to her, he stared awhile at the last cold glimmer of the sun set. His big frame and broad shoulders shut out the light to such an extent that when he turned it was toward a darkened room. He could barely see her, as she sat sidewise to the desk, an arm along the back of her chair. His att.i.tude bespoke a doubt in his mind that still kept him at a distance.

"You're not--you're _not_--saying all this," he pleaded, "because you think I've done anything that calls for a reward? I said once that I should never take anything from you, and I never shall--unless it's something you give only because you can't help it."

Her answer was quite prompt. "I'm not giving anything--or doing anything. What has happened seems to me to have come about simply and naturally, like the sunrise or the seasons, because it's the fullness of time and what G.o.d means. I can't say more about it than that. If it depended on my own volition I shouldn't be able to speak of it so frankly. But now--if you want me--as you wanted me once--"

She rose and stood by her chair, holding herself proudly and yet with a certain meekness. With his hands clasped behind him, as though even yet he dared not touch her, he crossed the twilit room toward her.

Late that night Henry Guion stood on the terrace below the Corinthian-columned portico. There was no moon, but the stars had the gold fire with which they s.h.i.+ne when the sky is violet. Above the horizon a s.h.i.+mmering halo marked the cl.u.s.ter of cities and towns.

In the immediate foreground the great elm was leafless now, but for that reason more clearly etched against the starlight--line on line, curve on curve, sweeping, drooping, interlaced. Guion stood with head up and figure erect, as if from strength given back to him. Even through the darkness he displayed some of the self-a.s.surance and stoutness of heart of the man with whom things are going well. He was remembering--questioning--doubting.

"I had come to the end of the end ... and I prayed ... yes, I _prayed_.... I asked for a miracle ... and the next day it seemed to have been worked.... Was it the prayer that did it?... Was it any one's prayer?... Was it any one's faith?... Was it--G.o.d?... Had faith and prayer and G.o.d anything to do with it?... Do things happen by coincidence and chance?... or is there a Mind that directs them?... I wonder!... I wonder!..."

THE END

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