Atlantic Narratives: Modern Short Stories Part 38
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It came as a burst of light taken up and radiated by clouds of fume and gas with which the air was instantly impregnated. Around Noakes was a white-hot brilliance which he could not face, and could not escape. His eyes pained horribly. He heard a crescendo roaring as of a billow breaking on the sh.o.r.e; as suddenly as it had come, the light went out.
He was in darkness. He trained his gaze into the void and succeeded only in augmenting the pain back of his eyes. The darkness was impenetrable.
He began to realize what had happened. With a low moan he crumpled and sank to the floor.
Late in the afternoon of the next day, behind a livery horse, two men were covering the roadway between town and the Hallam place. To one the way seemed long. He leaned back wearily and pulled a soft hat down over his bandaged eyes.
'Where are we?' he asked.
'At the gate,' the driver replied.
Noakes stiffened. The gate closed behind them, and the wheels rumbled on the driveway.
'Is--is any one in front?'
'Miss Hallam is on the porch, sir.'
The vehicle came to a stop.
'Afternoon, Miss Beck,' Noakes called.
He tried to make it sound pleasant and commonplace, and knew that he failed.
Grasping the side of the vehicle, he descended clumsily.
Becky took his hand and pressed it warmly. She turned and took a step toward the house, still holding his hand. He withdrew it.
'I--don't, please; I know the way.'
With the shuffling tread of the blind he ascended the walk, stopping uncertainly at the foot of the steps. He heard Becky, at his side, draw a quick breath, as if about to speak. He half-turned to her, and hearing nothing more, mounted the steps heavily.
'Do you know,' he said, as he paused at the top, 'I've never counted these steps before. I didn't know there were so many. Let's sit inside, if you don't mind.'
He went a little way, and Becky put her hand on his arm.
'It's this way, Noakes,' she said gently, as she guided him into the room in which they were the night before.
'Thank you. It's a bit hard to be led,' Noakes said huskily.
They sat on a deep couch.
'Noakes, was it wise to come? I am glad you are here, but won't it hurt you, r.e.t.a.r.d your recovery?' Becky asked anxiously.
'I had to come.'
'Mr. Max told me--both he and the doctor telephoned me early this morning--that in spite of all they said to you, you insisted on coming.'
'I am fit, sound except for my eyes; that's the shame of it,' he said bitterly. 'They couldn't persuade me that I should rest now, rest to recover from a shock that will last a lifetime.'
'I thought--I was afraid you might add fresh danger by coming out so soon.'
'I tell you I had to come!' he said with level forcefulness. 'As for my eyes, the harm is done.'
'Is it irremediable?'
'I am blind.'
'But soon--some day, surely--'
'No. The doctor gives me ba.n.a.lities for answers. I suppose he thinks I would go to pieces if he told me the truth.'
'Yes, perhaps he thinks you could not bear the truth,' Becky a.s.sented very gently.
Her low, feeling tones brought a lump to Noakes's throat. He felt the sympathy which quivered in her voice, and it nearly unmanned him; but he misunderstood her meaning. He thought that she felt with him the sting of being deprived of full knowledge of his condition, the hurt of their doubting his strength. That Becky meant something far different, he might have known from her humble acquiescence, and the sudden touch of her hand on his arm.
'I've been trying to think it out,' Noakes said, his voice low at first, roughening and increasing in volume as he spoke, 'but here I am, unweakened in mind and body, and put aside--Not to see, never to see for myself the beautiful things about me; shut out from everything; with power to do, and ability to appreciate, yet put out in darkness; never to--O Becky, you, I can't ever see you again!'
'Don't! You mustn't, please!'
'I didn't intend to speak so to you. I haven't the right. You must pardon me.' He was silent a moment. 'I came to say something else.'
He turned his head about impatiently, calling upon his bandaged eyes to perform their function.
'Is it dark yet?' he asked.
'We are in the gloaming,' Becky answered softly.
Noakes shut his lips, taking counsel of his powers of control before he spoke.
'Becky,' he began, and gave a tired little sigh. 'Let me call you "Becky" to-day.'
'Yes,' she acquiesced quietly.
'Becky,' he continued, lingering over the word, thinking of the privilege of its use as an accolade conferred by her, 'you need not speak when I have finished; I'll go away then.'
'What is it?' Becky asked. 'Tell me.'
Noakes leaned forward, pressing his temples; then sat erect and turned his face toward her.
'I love you,' he said. 'I think it has been through more lifetimes than this; I know I shall always love you. I could no more grow away from it than I could add a cubit to my stature by taking thought. I kept silent because I was poor. Don't think of this as a bit of sordidness creeping in. My love would not ask of you any sacrifice. I could not give you the things you are accustomed to, so I said nothing. I planned and worked for a time when I would be privileged to speak.'
He heard an inarticulate sound at his side, and quickly continued:--
'Last night I thought the time was close at hand. I thought in a few days I could come to you, and ask you for your love. Success of a certain kind was about to crown an effort of a despicable kind. Of that I must tell you. To-night I am confessing a wrong I have done you.
That's what it is. O, Becky, the explosion last night took away my sight, made me a useless blind man, but it opened my eyes too! It is as if a scroll were outspread before me, on which is a record of all my tendencies and crucial acts. I can see my failures at the crises of my life, and I can trace them back to causes, can see wherein a lightly taken determination has later borne bitter fruit. Last night I thought I had reached the pinnacle of attainment; in reality I had fallen lower than ever before. The success which was to be the beginning of all good things was stolen. I robbed Maxineff of it. He gave me an idea to work out. I followed his instructions to a point where I knew a different treatment might bring about a fine result. I saw great possibilities in the experiment and determined to keep for myself the benefits of it.
From that point I followed my own ideas, and called the thing mine. I opened correspondence with the representatives of a foreign government.
They agreed to buy the secret in case of a successful test. It was an excellent bargain I made--I put a high price on the betrayal of my benefactor! The experiment was successful. I was forced to destroy the result, why it is needless to say. Last night, when I left you, I went back to repeat the experiment, intending to make a small quant.i.ty to be used in the test which would have taken place to-morrow. Something went wrong with the unstable stuff,--and you know the rest.'
In relief from the tension of his confession, his voice dropped lower as he said, 'Now you know me!'
Atlantic Narratives: Modern Short Stories Part 38
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