Treasure Valley Part 28
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The man placed his hand on the boy's head in a helpless fas.h.i.+on.
"Are ye sick?" whispered Tim.
"It's nothing," he faltered weakly. "I--I was just feeling weak.
Come, it's time you were in bed. It is too stormy for you to go home."
And that night John McIntyre slept with a protecting arm placed around the son of the man who had ruined his life.
CHAPTER XIV
THE HERALD OF SPRING
Pale season, watcher in unvexed suspense, Still priestess of the patient middle day, Betwixt wild March's humored petulance And the warm wooing of green-kilted May.
--ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN.
All day the rain had poured, a real March rain, descending in chill, driving torrents. Now and then bursts of wavering sunlight broke through the storm, but the next moment the patch of blue sky was shut out by rolling gray clouds, and followed by another downpour.
In one of the brief sunlit intervals, Miss Arabella threw a shawl over her head and ran down to Long's store for a pound of tea. She was still pale and wan, as she had always been since her illness last fall; but there was a light in her eyes and an expression of quiet determination about her mouth, telling that the little lilac lady's spirit was still on guard over her secret.
It was the hour when Silas Long and his son were having their early supper, and Ella Anne kept shop. As the sharp ring of the little bell announced a customer, she came from behind the pigeon-holed part.i.tion that served as a post-office. "Oh, I say, Arabella!" she cried, turning back at the sight of the little wind-blown figure, "mind you, there's a letter for you! Who'd ever 'a' thought o' you gettin' a letter?"
Miss Arabella's sensitive face flushed. "I guess it's a boot advertis.e.m.e.nt again," she ventured. "I got one year before last."
"No, it ain't." Miss Long reappeared with the missive, examining it minutely. "Them advertising things are open, and this one's sealed.
It's got writing on the inside, too, 'stead o' print; I can make that much out through the envelope, only I can't read a word of it. It's from a place called Nugget Hill. Who do you know there?"
Miss Arabella took the letter, her reticent soul shrinking from the frank inquisitiveness. "I don't know anybody," she said honestly. "I never heard of the place."
"Miss Weir was in here, a minit ago, an' I showed it to her, an' she said that was the name of a place in the Klond.y.k.e. Who on earth would be writing to you all the way from there?"
Miss Arabella suddenly crushed the letter into her pocket; her face turned white. "I--I want a pound o' that green tea, Ella Anne, please," she stammered hurriedly.
"Aren't you goin' to read it?" asked Miss Long, reaching for the tea-scoop.
"I ain't in any hurry," faltered Miss Arabella, "but I want the tea--quick!"
"Well, if you ain't a caution! Here, give it to me. I'll read it for you, if you like."
"Oh, no, thanks, Ella Anne, I'd rather wait." There was panic in the little woman's voice. "I--I _always_ wait quite a _long_ while before I open my letters."
"Well, my gracious!" grumbled Miss Long. As she measured out the tea, and bound it up, she kept an inquiring eye upon her customer, and could not help seeing that she was greatly agitated.
"Well, sakes! I could no more do that than fly. Why, mebby some one's left you a fortune."
Miss Arabella made no reply. She hurriedly tucked the parcel under her shawl, and forgetting to pay for her purchase, made for the door.
"Likely Wes an' me'll be over to William's to-night for a sing, so you can run in an' tell us all about it then," Miss Long called after her.
Miss Arabella paid no heed. Just now she cared not what the future might hold, she must get beyond all prying eyes immediately, and see what that letter contained. She ran along the sodden pathway, splas.h.i.+ng unheedingly through the mud and snow, and repeating to herself, over and over again, that he must be living, he must be, after all. Without waiting to take off her wet shawl, and all unheeding Polly's loud and profane complaint that times were dull, she fled to the safety of her spare bedroom. She pulled down the window-blind, till the place was all in darkness, dragged the chair against the door, sat upon it, and with shaking hand drew the letter from her pocket.
Her cheeks were pink, her eyes were s.h.i.+ning like stars, and she was trembling from head to foot. She opened the envelope with tender care and unfolded the well-filled sheets. Her devouring eyes seemed to take them all in at a glance.
No, he was not dead, and he had not forgotten her. But he had long ago given up hope of ever seeing her again; he had felt he had no right to trouble her--such a useless chap as he was. He had never found poor old John McIntyre, nor had he succeeded in anything else, for he had been sick, and had lost all his money, and had years of poverty that made him ashamed to think of her. But his luck had taken a wonderful turn. He had made his pile. He was just on the verge of losing everything again, and going to the dogs last winter, when a fine old chum of his sent him a haul of money. It came just in the nick of time, and not only saved him, but made his fortune. Yes, that friend was a bully old chap, but he wasn't going to tell her anything about him just now; there was a big surprise in store for her. And he was a rich man now, and she might wear silk dresses all the rest of her life if she liked. And he was coming home in June, just as fast as the train could carry him, and if it didn't go fast enough he would get out and run ahead. That is, if she wanted him still. Did she think she could forgive him? Forgive him! Miss Arabella wiped her eyes to read that again, wondering dimly what it meant. Or had she forgotten him in these long years, or was she still waiting? Somehow, he couldn't help thinking it would be just like her to wait. And was Polly living yet?
And could she still say "Annie Laurie" as he had taught her? And had she kept the blue silk, as she had promised? She must answer right away, and if she did not want him he would not come; but if she did--well, look out--there would be a wedding along about the first of June.
Again and again Miss Arabella read the letter, trying to convince her dazed senses that it was real. When she had succeeded in grasping something of the joyous truth she arose dizzily and went to the dresser drawer. Very carefully she took out the roll of blue silk, and laying the letter between its s.h.i.+ning folds, she sat down and cried over them.
"You didn't wear out, after all," she sobbed, running her fingers gently over the blue folds, "no, you didn't."
She was roused by the clicking of the front gate, and peeped fearfully under the window-blind. Susan was coming! She had paused for a moment to harangue the orphans, who were splas.h.i.+ng up and down the middle of the road, knee deep in mud. Miss Arabella sprang up in a panic. Susan would find out. There would be no use trying to hide from her that something tremendous had happened, and she and William and the children would laugh at old Aunt Arabella's foolishness. And Susan would step in, with her strong will, and turn poor Martin away, as she had done so long ago. She must get away; she must find some hiding place for her secret. She s.n.a.t.c.hed up the blue silk in frantic haste and bundled it beneath her shawl. Like a refuge to a pursued hare, came the thought of Elsie Cameron. She would run to Elsie. A glance at the window showed Susan still in violent dispute with the orphans. There was yet time to escape. Miss Arabella darted for the kitchen, frightening Polly into incoherent squalls, tore open the door, and dashed out into the storm. She splashed through the back garden, scrambled recklessly over the fence, and went staggering along the soft, yielding field behind the line of houses. The rain beat in her face, the wind flung her shawl over her head and twisted her thin skirt about her, and she knew, if Granny Long's telescope spied her, as it was almost sure to do, the whole village would be sure she had gone mad. But she was reckless. The chance of happiness had come with dazzling unexpectedness, and she was like a drowning man, who forgets all else but, the life-line thrown to him. On she ran, like a little brown leaf driven by the wind and rain, her head bent, her shawl clutched closely around her precious bundle.
She was plunging down among the dripping cedars of Treasure Valley, when she noticed, with dismay, that the stream was flowing high above the stepping-stones. It came roaring out from under the bridge, swift and swollen, with clumps of ice and snow whirling down its oily surface. Not a moment did she hesitate, but turned and scrambled up the bank again. She would likely be seen as soon as she crossed the bridge, but she must get to Elsie, no matter what the consequences. As she reached the bridge the doctor's buggy came splas.h.i.+ng down the street behind her. He smiled, and pulled up beside the little wind-blown figure.
"May I drive you to your destination, Miss Winters?" he asked.
Miss Arabella, without a word, scrambled in. The sudden and unexpected relief almost took away her breath. If she had eluded the telescope so far, she was comparatively safe. She gave her rescuer a grateful glance as he tucked the rubber lap-robe about her. Then a pang of remorse seized her in the midst of her joy. She had intended the blue silk for Elsie's wedding day, and his wedding day, too, of course. How selfish she was to have forgotten! She glanced up at him timidly, feeling as if she were defrauding him of his rights. She remembered, regretfully, that he had looked overworked and very much older during the past few months. Her anxiety for him helped to calm her own agitation.
"You must be all wore out, doctor," she said sympathetically. "You've had such an awful winter's work."
Dr. Allen looked embarra.s.sed. It was not the hard toil of the past winter that had so often made him feel weary. "Oh, I'm all right," he said evasively. "And you--the winter seems to have benefited you, Miss Winters," he continued, looking kindly at her s.h.i.+ning eyes and flushed face. "It's a pleasure to see you looking so well, when I remember how ill you were last fall."
The little woman blushed guiltily. "It's--it's the spring, I guess,"
she stammered; and she was right, for Miss Arabella's long winter was over, and for her the birds had already begun to sing.
The young man smiled as he helped her out at the Camerons' gate. He could not help seeing that she was concealing something beneath her shawl, and was as frightened as though it had been a dynamite bomb. He was amused, and wondered, as he always did when he met Miss Arabella, what the queer little body was thinking about. He never dreamed that his conduct could have had the smallest effect upon her odd behavior, so blind was he to the far-reaching influence of all human action, good or evil.
Her heart once more in her mouth, Miss Arabella sped up the Camerons'
lane to the back door. Old lady Cameron was seated by the sitting-room window, knitting. She wore her best black dress and her lace collar with the big cairngorm brooch; for the minister and his wife were expected to tea. She tapped upon the window-pane with her knitting-needle, and smilingly beckoned Miss Arabella to come in by the front way. But she shook her head and sped on. She darted up the steps and into the kitchen, without knocking. Elsie, in a trim cotton gown and a spotless white ap.r.o.n, was setting the tea-table; and in a warm corner behind the stove Uncle Hughie, crippled with a bad attack of rheumatism, was rocking in his old arm-chair, and singing the "March o' the Cameron Men."
"Hoots! toots! Come away, Arabella! Come away!" he cried. "Eh, hech!
And would you be coming over in all the rain? Well! well! well! and that would be kind, whatefer."
Elsie put down the pitcher of milk she was bringing from the pantry and came forward to remove the visitor's dripping shawl.
"Don't, Elsie, don't!" whispered Miss Arabella, clutching it tighter.
"Come on upstairs. I want to tell you something--something awful."
Elsie's big eyes opened wide. "Is anything wrong, Arabella?" she whispered.
"I--I don't know. No; but somethin' awful's happened, or goin' to happen--I don't know which."
Without another word the girl opened the door leading to the hall. She looked in at the sitting-room door as she pa.s.sed.
"Mother, Arabella's coming upstairs with me for a few minutes," she called. "We'll be down soon."
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