Harbor Tales Down North Part 4
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Sandy Rowl, being of a more subtle way in all things, had proceeded to the issue with delicate caution, creeping toward it by inches, as a man stalks a caribou. He too had been aware of rivalry; and, having surmised Tommy Lark's intention, he had sought the maid out unwittingly, not an hour after her pa.s.sionate adventure with Tommy Lark, and had then cast the die of his own happiness.
In both cases the effect had been the same. Elizabeth Luke had wept and fled to her mother like a frightened child; and she had thereafter protested, with tears of indecision, torn this way and that until her heart ached beyond endurance, that she was not sure of her love for either, but felt that she loved both, nor could tell whom she loved the most, if either at all. In this agony of confusion, terrifying for a maid, she had fled beyond her mother's arms, to her grandmother's cottage at Grace Harbor, there to deliberate and decide, as she said; and she had promised to speed her conclusion with all the determination she could command, and to return a letter of decision.
In simple communities, such as Scalawag Harbor, a telegram is a shocking incident. Bad news must be sped; good news may await a convenient time. A telegram signifies the very desperation of haste and need--it conveys news only of the most momentous import; and upon every man into whose hands it falls it lays a grave obligation to expedite its delivery. Tommy Lark had never before touched a telegram; he had never before clapped eyes on one. He was vaguely aware of the telegram as a mystery of wire and a peculiar cunning of men. Telegrams had come to Scalawag Harbor in times of disaster in the course of Tommy Lark's nineteen years of life. Widow Mull, for example, when the _White Wolf_ was cast away at the ice, with George Mull found frozen on the floe, had been told of it in a telegram.
All the while, thus, Tommy Lark's conception of the urgency of the matter mounted high and oppressed him. Elizabeth Luke would not lightly dispatch a telegram from Grace Harbor to her mother at Scalawag. All the way from Grace Harbor? Not so! After all, this could be no message having to do with the affairs of Tommy Lark and Sandy Rowl. Elizabeth would not have telegraphed such sentimental news. She would have written a letter. Something was gone awry with the maid.
She was in trouble. She was in need. She was ill. She might be dying.
And the more Tommy Lark reflected, as he climbed the dripping Black Cliff path, the more surely was his anxious conviction of Elizabeth Luke's need confirmed by his imagination.
When Tommy Lark and Sandy Rowl came to the crest of Black Cliff, a drizzle of rain was falling in advance of the fog. The wind was clipping past in soggy gusts that rose at intervals to the screaming pitch of a squall. A drab mist had crept around Point-o'-Bay and was spreading over the ice in Scalawag Run. Presently it would lie thick between Scalawag Island and the mainland of Point-o'-Bay Cove.
At the edge of the ice, where the free black water of the open met the huddled floe, the sea was breaking. There was a tossing line of white water--the crests of the breakers flying away in spindrift like long white manes in the wind. Even from the crest of Black Cliff, lifted high above the ice and water of the gray prospect below, it was plain that a stupendous sea was running in from the darkening open, slipping under the floe, swelling through the run, and subsiding in the farthest reaches of the bay.
From the broken rock of Black Cliff to the coast of Scalawag Run, two miles beyond, where Scalawag Harbor threatened to fade and vanish in the fog and falling dusk, the ice was in motion, great pans of the pack tossing like chips in the gigantic waves. Nowhere was the ice at rest. It was neither heavy enough nor yet sufficiently close packed to flatten the sea with its weight. And a survey of the creeping fog and the ominous approach of a windy night portended that no more than an hour of drab light was left for the pa.s.sage.
"'Tis a perilous task t' try," said Tommy Lark. "I never faced such a task afore. I fears for my life."
"'Tis a madcap thing t' try!"
"Ay, a madcap thing. A man will need madman's luck t' come through with his life."
"Pans as steep as a roof out there!"
"Slippery as b.u.t.ter, Sandy. 'Twill be ticklish labor t' cling t' some o' them when the sea cants them high. I wish we had learned t' swim, Sandy, when we was idle lads t'gether. We'll sink like two jiggers if we slips into the water. Is you comin' along, Sandy? It takes but one man t' bear a message. I'll not need you."
"Tommy," Sandy besought, "will you not listen t' reason an' wisdom?"
"What wisdom, Sandy?"
"Lave us tear open the telegram an' read it."
"Hoos.h.!.+" Tommy e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "Such a naughty trick as that! I'll not do it. I jus' couldn't."
"'Tis a naughty trick that will save us a pother o' trouble."
"I'm not chary o' trouble in the maid's behalf."
"'Twill save us peril."
"I've no great objection t' peril in her service. I'll not open the telegram; I'll not intrude on the poor maid's secrets. Is you comin'
along?"
Sandy Rowl put a hand on Tommy Lark's shoulder.
"What moves you," said he impatiently, "to a mad venture like this, with the day as far sped as it is?"
"I'm impelled."
"What drives you?"
"The maid's sick."
"Huh!" Sandy scoffed. "A l.u.s.ty maid like that! She's not sick. As for me, I'm easy about her health. She's as hearty at this minute as ever she was in her life. An' if she isn't, we've no means o' bein' sure that she isn't. 'Tis mere guess-work. We've no certainty of her need.
T' be drove out on the ice o' Scalawag Run by the guess-work o' fear an' fancy is a folly. 'Tis not demanded. We've every excuse for lyin'
the night at Point-o'-Bay Cove."
"I'm not seekin' excuse."
"You've no need to seek it. It thrusts itself upon you."
"Maybe. Yet I'll have none of it. 'Tis a craven thing t' deal with."
"'Tis mere caution."
"Well, well! I'll have no barter with caution in a case like this. I crave service. Is you comin' along?"
Sandy Rowl laughed his disbelief.
"Service!" said he. "You heed the clamor o' your curiosity. That's all that stirs you."
"No," Tommy Lark replied. "My curiosity asks me no questions now.
Comin' up the hill, with this here telegram in my pocket, I made up my mind. 'Tis not I that the maid loves. It couldn't be. I'm not worthy.
Still an' all, I'll carry her message t' Scalawag Harbor. An' if I'm overcome I'll not care very much--save that 'twill sadden me t' know at the last that I've failed in her service. I've no need o' you, Sandy. You've no call to come. You may do what you likes an' be no less a man. As you will, then. Is you comin'?"
Sandy reflected.
"Tommy," said he then, reluctantly, "will you listen t' what I should tell you?"
"I'll listen."
"An' will you believe me an' heed me?"
"I'll believe you, Sandy."
"You've fathomed the truth o' this matter. Tis not you that the maid loves. 'Tis I. She've not told me. She've said not a word that you're not aware of. Yet I knows that she'll choose me. I've loved more maids than one. I'm acquainted with their ways. An' more maids than one have loved me. I've mastered the signs o' love. I've studied them; I reads them like print. It pleases me t' see them an' read them. At first, Tommy, a maid will not tell. She'll not tell even herself. An' then she's overcome; an', try as she may to conceal what she feels, she's not able at all t' do it. The signs, Tommy? Why, they're all as plain in speech as words themselves could be! Have you seed any signs, boy?
No. She'll not wed you. 'Tis not in her heart t' do it, whatever her mind may say. She'll wed me. I knows it. An' so I'll tell you that you'll waste your labor if you puts out on Scalawag Run with the notion o' winnin' the love o' this maid with bold behavior in her service. If that's in your mind, put it away. Turn with me t'
Point-o'-Bay Cove an' lie safe the night. I'm sorry, Tommy. You'll grieve, I knows, t' lose the maid. I could live without her. True.
There's other maids as fair as she t' be found in the world. Yet I loves this maid more than any maid that ever I knowed; an' I'd be no man at all if I yielded her to you because I pitied your grief."
"I'm not askin' you t' yield her."
"Nor am I wrestin' her away. She've jus' chose for herself. Is she ever said she cared for you, Tommy?"
"No."
"Is there been any sign of it?"
"She've not misled me. She've said not a word that I could blame her for. She--she've been timid in my company. I've frightened her."
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