The Blazed Trail Part 56
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She laughed happily to herself.
"But I have--much. Come back."
They returned to the little morning room, Thorpe's caulked boots gouging out the little triangular furrows in the hardwood floor. Neither noticed that. Morris, the butler, emerged from his hiding and held up the hands of horror.
"What are you going to do now?" she catechised, facing him in the middle of the room. A long tendril of her beautiful corn-silk hair fell across her eyes; her red lips parted in a faint wistful smile; beneath the draperies of her loose gown the pure slender lines of her figure leaned toward him.
"I am going back," he replied patiently.
"I knew you would come," said she. "I have been expecting you."
She raised one hand to brush back the tendril of hair, but it was a mechanical gesture, one that did not stir even the surface consciousness of the strange half-smiling, half-wistful, starry gaze with which she watched his face.
"Oh, Harry," she breathed, with a sudden flash of insight, "you are a man born to be much misunderstood."
He held himself rigid, but in his veins was creeping a molten fire, and the fire was beginning to glow dully in his eye. Her whole being called him. His heart leaped, his breath came fast, his eyes swam. With almost hypnotic fascination the idea obsessed him--to kiss her lips, to press the soft body of the young girl, to tumble her hair down about her flower face. He had not come for this. He tried to steady himself, and by an effort that left him weak he succeeded. Then a new flood of pa.s.sion overcame him. In the later desire was nothing of the old humble adoration. It was elemental, real, almost a little savage. He wanted to seize her so fiercely as to hurt her. Something caught his throat, filled his lungs, weakened his knees. For a moment it seemed to him that he was going to faint.
And still she stood there before him, saying nothing, leaning slightly towards him, her red lips half parted, her eyes fixed almost wistfully on his face.
"Go away!" he whispered hoa.r.s.ely at last. The voice was not his own. "Go away! Go away!"
Suddenly she swayed to him.
"Oh, Harry, Harry," she whispered, "must I TELL you? Don't you SEE?"
The flood broke through him. He seized her hungrily. He crushed her to him until she gasped; he pressed his lips against hers until she all but cried out with the pain of it, he ran his great brown hands blindly through her hair until it came down about them both in a cloud of spun light.
"Tell me!" he whispered. "Tell me!"
"Oh! Oh!" she cried. "Please! What is it?"
"I do not believe it," he murmured savagely.
She drew herself from him with gentle dignity.
"I am not worthy to say it," she said soberly, "but I love you with all my heart and soul!"
Then for the first and only time in his life Thorpe fell to weeping, while she, understanding, stood by and comforted him.
Chapter LVIII
The few moments of Thorpe's tears eased the emotional strain under which, perhaps unconsciously, he had been laboring for nearly a year past. The tenseness of his nerves relaxed. He was able to look on the things about him from a broader standpoint than that of the specialist, to front life with saving humor. The deep breath after striving could at last be taken.
In this new att.i.tude there was nothing strenuous, nothing demanding haste; only a deep glow of content and happiness. He savored deliberately the joy of a luxurious couch, rich hangings, polished floor, subdued light, warmed atmosphere. He watched with soul-deep grat.i.tude the soft girlish curves of Hilda's body, the poise of her flower head, the piquant, half-wistful, half-childish set of her red lips, the clear starlike glimmer of her dusky eyes. It was all near to him; his.
"Kiss me, dear," he said.
She swayed to him again, deliciously graceful, deliciously unselfconscious, trusting, adorable. Already in the little nothingnesses of manner, the trifles of mental and bodily att.i.tude, she had a.s.sumed that faint trace of the maternal which to the observant tells so plainly that a woman has given herself to a man.
She leaned her cheek against her hand, and her hand against his shoulder.
"I have been reading a story lately," said she, "that has interested me very much. It was about a man who renounced all he held most dear to s.h.i.+eld a friend."
"Yes," said Thorpe.
"Then he renounced all his most valuable possessions because a poor common man needed the sacrifice."
"Sounds like a medieval story," said he with unconscious humor.
"It happened recently," rejoined Hilda. "I read it in the papers."
"Well, he blazed a good trail," was Thorpe's sighing comment. "Probably he had his chance. We don't all of us get that. Things go crooked and get tangled up, so we have to do the best we can. I don't believe I'd have done it."
"Oh, you are delicious!" she cried.
After a time she said very humbly: "I want to beg your pardon for misunderstanding you and causing you so much suffering. I was very stupid, and didn't see why you could not do as I wanted you to."
"That is nothing to forgive. I acted like a fool."
"I have known about you," she went on. "It has all come out in the Telegram. It has been very exciting. Poor boy, you look tired."
He straightened himself suddenly. "I have forgotten,--actually forgotten," he cried a little bitterly. "Why, I am a pauper, a bankrupt, I--"
"Harry," she interrupted gently, but very firmly, "you must not say what you were going to say. I cannot allow it. Money came between us before.
It must not do so again. Am I not right, dear?"
She smiled at him with the lips of a child and the eyes of a woman.
"Yes," he agreed after a struggle, "you are right. But now I must begin all over again. It will be a long time before I shall be able to claim you. I have my way to make."
"Yes," said she diplomatically.
"But you!" he cried suddenly. "The papers remind me. How about that Morton?"
"What about him?" asked the girl, astonished. "He is very happily engaged."
Thorpe's face slowly filled with blood.
"You'll break the engagement at once," he commanded a little harshly.
"Why should I break the engagement?" demanded Hilda, eying him with some alarm.
"I should think it was obvious enough."
"But it isn't," she insisted. "Why?"
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