Daisy in the Field Part 49
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"Who is it, Daisy?"
"Papa, it was at West Point. I never meant it, and never knew it, until I could not help it."
"At West Point!" said papa.
"Two years ago, when Dr. Sandford took me there."
"It is not Dr. Sandford!"
"Oh, no, papa! He is not to blame. He did everything he could to take care of me. He knows nothing it all about it."
"Who is it, then?"
"He was a cadet then, papa; he is in the army now."
"Who is he?"
"He is from Vermont; his name is Thorold."
"Not a Southerner?"
"No, papa. Do you care very much for that?"
"Is he in the _Northern_ army, Daisy?"
"He could not help that, papa; being a Vermonter."
Papa let me go; I had been standing in his arms all this while; and took several turns up and down our little room. I sat down, for my joints trembled under me. Papa walked and walked.
"Does your mother know?" he said at last.
"I dared not tell her."
"Who does know?"
"n.o.body, papa, but you, and an old friend of mine in New York, - an aunt of Mr. Thorold's."
"Daisy, what is this young man?"
"Papa, I wish you could know him."
"How comes it that he, as well as you, has kept silence?"
"I don't know, papa. His letter must have miscarried. He was going to write to you immediately, just before I left Was.h.i.+ngton. I was afraid to have him do it, but he insisted that he must."
"Why were you afraid?"
"Papa, I knew you and mamma would not be I pleased; that it would not be what you would wish; and I feared mamma, and perhaps you, would forbid him at once."
"Does he write to you?"
"I would not let him, papa, without your permission; and I was afraid I could not get that."
"What did you expect to do then, Daisy, if I was never to be told?"
"I thought to wait only till the war should be over, papa, - when he might see you himself and you might see him. I thought that would be the best way."
"_He_ did not?"
"No; he insisted on writing."
"He was right. What is the young man's name, Daisy? you have not told me yet."
"Christian Thorold."
"Thorold," said papa. "It is an English name. Have you heard nothing from him, Daisy, since you came to Switzerland?"
"Nothing," - I said.
Papa came over again to where I sat on the divan, bent down and kissed me.
"Am I such a terror to you, Daisy?"
"Oh, no, papa," I said, bursting into tears at last; - "but mamma - you know if mamma said a word at first, she would never go back from it."
"I know," he said. "And I choose, for the present, that this matter should remain a secret between you and me. You need not tell your mother until I bid you."
"Yes, papa. Thank you."
"And, Daisy," said he stroking my hair fondly, - "the war is not ended in America yet, and I am afraid we have a long time to wait for it. Poor child! - But for the present there are no storms ahead."
I rose up and kissed papa, with a very tender good-night given and exchanged; and then I went to my room. The Jerusalem lights were out. But a peace, deep and wide as the blue arch of the sky, seemed to have spanned my life and my heart.
CHAPTER XVII.
OUT OF THE SMOKE
There was an immense burden lifted off me. It is difficult to express the change and the relief in my feelings. The next day was given to an excursion in the neighbourhood; and I never can forget how rare the air seemed to be, as if I were breathing pure life; and how brilliant the sunlight was that fell on the wonderful Palestine carpet of spring flowers. All over they were; under foot and everywhere else; flas.h.i.+ng from hidden places, peeping round corners, smiling at us in every meadow and hillside; a glory upon the land. Papa was in great delight, as well as I; and as kind as possible to me; also very good to Mr. Dinwiddie. Mr. Dinwiddie himself seemed to me transformed. I had gone back now to the free feeling of a child; and he looked to me again as my childish eyes had seen him. There was a great amount of fire and vigour and intellectual life in his countenance; the auburn hair and the brown eyes glowed together with the hue of a warm temperament; but that was tempered by a sweet and manly character. I thought he had grown soberer than the Mr. Dinwiddie of my remembrance.
That particular day lies in my memory like some far-off lake that one has seen just under the horizon of a wide landscape, - a still bit of silvery light. It is not the distance, though, in this case, that gives it its s.h.i.+ning. We were going that morning to visit Gibeon and Neby Samwil; and the landscape was full, for me, of the peace which had come into the relations between me and papa. It was a delicious spring day; the flowers bursting under our feet with their fresh smiles; the air perfumed with herby scents and young sweetness of nature; while a.s.sociations of old time cl.u.s.tered all about, like sighs of history. - We went first along the great stony track which leads from Jerusalem to the north; then turned aside into the great route from Jaffa to Jerusalem; not the southern and rougher way which re had taken when we came from the coast. This was he approach of almost all the armies which have poured their fury on the devoted city. We went single file, as one has to go in Palestine; and I liked it. There was too much to think of to make one want to talk. And the buoyancy of the air seemed to feed mind as well as body, and give all the stimulus needed. Mr. Dinwiddie sometimes called out to me to point my attention to something; and the rest of the time I kept company with the past and my own musings.
We visited Gibeon first, and stood by the dry pool where Abner and Joab watched the fight of their twelve picked men; and we read Solomon's prayer.
"This is a wonderful country," said papa, "for the way its a.s.sociations are packed. There is more history here than in any other region of the world."
"Well, papa, it is the world's history," I said.
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