a first family of tasajara-第39章

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somewhat　hysterical。　　The　discovery　of　her　real　feelings　drove　the

consumptive　cousin　into　a　secret；　self…imposed　exile　on　the　shores

of　the　Pacific；　where　he　hoped　to　find　a　grave。　　But　the　complete

and　sudden　change　of　life　and　scene；　the　balm　of　the　wild　woods　and

the　wholesome　barbarism　of　nature；　wrought　a　magical　change　in　his

physical　health　and　a　philosophical　rest　in　his　mind。　　He　married

the　daughter　of　an　Indian　chief。　　Years　passed；　the　heroinea　rich

and　still　young　and　beautiful　widowunwittingly　sought　the　same

medicinal　solitude。　　Here　in　the　depth　of　the　forest　she　encountered

her　former　playmate；　the　passion　which　he　had　fondly　supposed　was

dead　revived　in　her　presence；　and　for　the　first　time　she　learned

from　his　bearded　lips　the　secret　of　his　passion。　　Alas！　not　SHE

alone！　　The　contiguous　forest　could　not　be　bolted　out；　and　the

Indian　wife　heard　all。　　Recognizing　the　situation　with　aboriginal

directness　of　purpose；　she　committed　suicide　in　the　fond　belief　that

it　would　reunite　the　survivors。　　But　in　vain；　the　cousins　parted　on

the　spot　to　meet　no　more。



Even　Mrs。　Ashwood's　predilection　for　the　youthful　writer　could　not

overlook　the　fact　that　the　denouement　was　by　no　means　novel　nor　the

situation　human；　but　yet　it　was　here　that　she　was　most　interested

and　fascinated。　　The　description　of　the　forest　was　a　description

of　the　wood　where　she　had　first　met　Harcourt；　the　charm　of　it

returned；　until　she　almost　seemed　to　again　inhale　its　balsamic

freshness　in　the　pages　before　her。　　Now；　as　then；　her　youth　came

back　with　the　same　longing　and　regret。　　But　more　bewildering　than

all；　it　was　herself　that　moved　there；　painted　with　the　loving　hand

of　the　narrator。　　For　the　first　time　she　experienced　the　delicious

flattery　of　seeing　herself　as　only　a　lover　could　see　her。　　The

smallest　detail　of　her　costume　was　suggested　with　an　accuracy　that

pleasantly　thrilled　her　feminine　sense。　　The　grace　of　her　figure

slowly　moving　through　the　shadow；　the　curves　of　her　arm　and　the

delicacy　of　her　hand　that　held　the　bridle　rein；　the　gentle　glow　of

her　softly　rounded　cheek；　the　sweet　mystery　of　her　veiled　eyes　and

forehead；　and　the　escaping　gold　of　her　lovely　hair　beneath　her　hat

were　all　in　turn　masterfully　touched　or　tenderly　suggested。　　And

when　to　this　was　added　the　faint　perfume　of　her　nearer　presence

the　scent　she　always　usedthe　delicate　revelations　of　her

withdrawn　gauntlet；　the　bracelet　clasping　her　white　wrist；　and　at

last　the　thrilling　contact　of　her　soft　hand　on　his　arm；she　put

down　the　manuscript　and　blushed　like　a　very　girl。　　Then　she

started。



A　shout！HIS　voice　surely！and　the　sound　of　oars　in　their

rowlocks。



An　instant　revulsion　of　feeling　overtook　her。　　With　a　quick

movement　she　instantly　hid　the　manuscript　beneath　her　cloak　and

stood　up　erect　and　indignant。　　Not　twenty　yards　away；　apparently

advancing　from　the　opposite　shore　of　the　bay；　was　a　boat。　　It

contained　only　John　Milton；　resting　on　his　oars　and　scanning　the

group　of　rocks　anxiously。　　His　face；　which　was　quite　strained　with

anxiety；　suddenly　flushed　when　he　saw　her；　and　then　recognizing　the

unmistakable　significance　of　her　look　and　attitude；　paled　once

more。　　He　bent　over　his　oars　again；　a　few　strokes　brought　him　close

to　the　rock。



〃I　beg　your　pardon；〃　he　said　hesitatingly；　as　he　turned　towards　her

and　laid　aside　his　oars；　〃butI　thoughtyou　werein　danger。〃



She　glanced　quickly　round　her。　　She　had　forgotten　the　tide！　　The

ledge　between　her　and　the　shore　was　already　a　foot　under　brown　sea…

water。　　Yet　if　she　had　not　thought　that　it　would　look　ridiculous；

she　would　have　leaped　down　even　then　and　waded　ashore。



〃It's　nothing；〃　she　said　coldly；　with　the　air　of　one　to　whom　the

situation　was　an　everyday　occurrence；　〃it's　only　a　few　steps　and　a

slight　wettingand　my　brother　would　have　been　here　in　a　moment

more。〃



John　Milton's　frank　eyes　made　no　secret　of　his　mortification。　　〃I

ought　not　to　have　disturbed　you；　I　know；〃　he　said　quickly；　〃I　had

no　right。　　But　I　was　on　the　other　shore　opposite　and　I　saw　you　come

down　herethat　is〃he　blushed　prodigiously〃I　thought　it　MIGHT

BE　youand　I　venturedI　meanwon't　you　let　me　row　you　ashore？〃



There　seemed　to　be　no　reasonable　excuse　for　refusing。　　She　slipped

quickly　into　the　boat　without　waiting　for　his　helping　hand；

avoiding　that　contact　which　only　a　moment　ago　she　was　trying　to

recall。



A　few　strokes　brought　them　ashore。　　He　continued　his　explanation

with　the　hopeless　frankness　and　persistency　of　youth　and

inexperience。　　〃I　only　came　here　the　day　before　yesterday。　　I　would

not　have　come；　but　Mr。　Fletcher；　who　has　a　cottage　on　the　other

shore；　sent　for　me　to　offer　me　my　old　place　on　the　'Clarion。'　　I

had　no　idea　of　intruding　upon　your　privacy　by　calling　here　without

permission。〃



Mrs。　Ashwood　had　resumed　her　conventional　courtesy　without　however

losing　her　feminine　desire　to　make　her　companion　pay　for　the

agitation　he　had　caused　her。　　〃We　would　have　been　always　pleased　to

see　you；〃　she　said　vaguely；　〃and　I　hope；　as　you　are　here　now；　you

will　come　with　me　to　the　hotel。　　My　brother〃



But　he　still　retained　his　hold　of　the　boat…rope　without　moving；　and

continued；　〃I　saw　you　yesterday；　through　the　telescope；　sitting　in

your　balcony；　and　later　at　night　I　think　it　was　your　shadow　I　saw

near　the　blue　shaded　lamp　in　the　sitting…room　by　the　window；I

don't　mean　the　RED　LAMP　that　you　have　in　your　own　room。　　I　watched

you　until　you　put　out　the　blue　lamp　and　lit　the　red　one。　　I　tell

you　thisbecausebecauseI　thought　you　might　be　reading　a

manuscript　I　sent　you。　　At　least；〃　he　smiled　faintly；　〃I　LIKED　to

think　it　so。〃



In　her　present　mood　this　struck　her　only　as　persistent　and　somewhat

egotistical。　　But　she　felt　herself　now　on　ground　where　she　could

deal　firmly　with　him。



〃Oh；　yes；〃　she　said　gravely。　　〃I　got　it　and　thank　you　very　much　for

it。　　I　intended　to　write　to　you。〃



〃Don't；〃　he　said；　looking　at　her　fixedly。　　〃I　can　see　you　don't

like　it。〃



〃On　the　contrary；〃　she　said　promptly；　〃I　think　it　beautifully

written；　and　very　ingenious　in　plot　and　situation。　　Of　course　it

isn't　the　story　I　told　youI　didn't　expect　that；　for　I'm　not　a

genius。　　The　man　is　not　at　all　like　my　cousin；　you　know；　and　the

womanwell　really；　to　tell　the　truth；　SHE　is　simply　inconceivable！〃



〃You　think　so？〃　he　said　gravely。　　He　had　been　gazing　abstractedly

at　some　shining　brown　seaweed　in　the　water；　and　when　he　raised　his

eyes　to　hers　they　seemed　to　have　caught　its　color。



〃Think　so？　　I'm　positive！　　There's　no　such　a　woman；　she　isn't

HUMAN。　　But　let　us　walk　to　the　hotel。〃



〃Thank　you；　but　I　must　go　back　now。〃



〃But　at　least　let　my　brother　thank　you　for　taking　his　placein

rescuing　me。　　It　was　so　thoughtful　in　you　to　put　off　at　once　when

you　saw　I　was　surrounded。　　I　might　have　been　in　great　danger。〃



〃Please　don't　make　fun　of　me；　Mrs。　Ashwood；〃　he　said　with　a　faint

return　of　his　boyish　smile。　　〃You　know　there　was　no　danger。　　I　have

only　interrupted　you　in　a　nap　or　a　reverieand　I　can　see　now　that

you　evidently　came　here　to　be　alone。〃



Holding　the　manuscript　more　closely　hidden　under　the　folds　of　her

cloak；　she　smiled　enigmatically。　　〃I　think　I　DID；　and　it　seems　that

the　tide　thought　so　too；　and　acted　upon　it。　　But　you　will　come　up

to　the　hotel　with　me；　surely？〃



〃No；　I　am　going　back　now。〃　　There　was　a　sudden　firmness　about　the

young　fellow　which　she　had　never　before　noticed。　　This　was

evidently　the　creature　who　had　married　in　spite　of　his　family。



〃Won't　you　come　back　long　enough　to　take　your　manuscript？　　I　will

point　out　the　part　I　refer　to；　andwe　will　talk　it　over。〃



〃There　is　no　necessity。　　I　wrote　to　you　that　you　might　keep　it；　it

is　yours；　it　was　written　for　you　and　none　other。　　It　is　quite

enough　for　me　to　know　that　you　were　good　enough　to　read　it。　　But

will　you　do　one　thing　more　for　me？　　Read　it　again！　　If　you　find

anything　in　it　t