The Land of Strong Men Part 84
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"My heavens!" Faith cried, "Turkey said the same thing. When I left he was telling Mrs. Foley he would marry her for a pie. Let's hurry."
Some hours later Angus, shaven and fed, sat with Faith enjoying rest and tobacco. It was good to lie back in a chair, to relax, to be in a house again protected from the wind and cold, to look forward to a comfortable bed in place of one blanket and such browse as could be sc.r.a.ped into a heap as a dog sc.r.a.pes leaves and rubbish to lie on. Though he could sleep anywhere, by virtue of youth and a hard body, he appreciated comfort.
Earlier in the evening Jean, Chetwood and Turkey had borne them company.
But the two former had gone, followed by caustic comment from the latter. And soon after that young gentleman had announced that Angus and Faith were a darn sight worse, and that he was going to bed.
Left alone, Faith spoke the thing which was in her mind.
"I am glad," she said, "that it was not you who killed Blake."
"I intended to kill him," he replied, "and I would if it had been my luck to come up with him. But I think I am glad, now, that I didn't, though he deserved it. Anyway Paul Sam had the better right."
"The poor old Indian!" Faith said softly.
"Oh, I don't know. If he could talk about it he would say that he couldn't die better. And then he was a very old man."
"But life may be sweet to the old."
"Yes. But when a man is alone, when all of his blood and the friends of his youth and manhood are gone, there can't be much to live for. I would wish to die before that time comes to me."
"Don't talk of dying." She s.h.i.+vered a little. But the chord of melancholy in his being had been struck and vibrated.
"Why not? Talking will not bring death nearer, nor stave it off.
'_Crioch onarach!_' You have no Gaelic, but it means a good finish--an honorable end to life. And that is the main thing. What does it matter when you die, if you die well? I would not live my last years like a toothless, stiff, old dog, dragging his legs around the house with the sun. I would rather go out with the taste of life sweet in my mouth."
"We have many years before us, you and I," she said. "I think they will be happy years, boy."
"They will be largely what we make them. I remember my father's words when it was near the end with him; and _he_ was a hard man. The things worth least in life, he said, were hate and revenge; and the things worth most in life and more in death were love, and work well done, and a heart clean of bitterness. I did not think so then. But now I am beginning to think he was right."
"Yes, he was right," she said.
Fell a long silence. At last Faith took the banjo on her knee, and smiling at her husband began to pick the strings gently. She played at random, s.n.a.t.c.hes of melody, broken, indistinct; old airs, odd, half-forgotten. Now and then she sang very softly.
Angus listened in utter content. He seemed to have reached a harbor, a sheltered haven. Toil, struggle, stress seemed far off, faint memories.
The spell of the home was upon him in full. Little things--familiar furnis.h.i.+ngs, the backs of books, pictures--seemed like the smiling faces of old friends. It was, he recognized, the force of contrast with his recent experiences; but it was very pleasant. Softly the banjo talked; and with the haunting murmur of gut and parchment came Faith's voice, low but clear, singing to herself rather than to him.
"'Hame, laddie, hame, an' it's hame ye'll come to me, Hame to yer hame in yer ain countree; Whaur th' ash, an' th' oak an' th' bonnie hazel tree They be all a-growin' green in yer ain countree.'"
For a moment the singing ceased, while the banjo whimpered uncertainly as if seeking a new tune. But it steadied to the same air.
"'If the bairn be a girl she shall wear a gowden ring; And if it be a boy he shall fight for his king--'"
Something in her voice, a soft, crooning note, caused Angus to stare at the singer. Up from the throat to brow a great wave of color swept. But her voice did not falter:
"'With his tarpaulin hat and his coat of navy blue He shall pace the quarter-deck as his daddy used to do!'"
THE END.
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