the messengers(信使)-第3章
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But before hope entirely died； several false alarms had thrilled him
with happiness。 One was a cablegram from Gibraltar in which the only
words that were intelligible were 〃congratulate〃 and 〃engagement。〃 This
lifted him into an ecstasy of joy and excitement； until； on having the cable
company repeat the message； he learned it was a request from Miss
Kirkland to congratulate two mutual friends who had just announced their
engagement； and of whose address she was uncertain。 He had hardly
recovered from this disappointment than he was again thrown into a
tumult by the receipt of a mysterious package from the custom…house
containing an intaglio ring。 The ring came from Italy； and her ship had
touched at Genoa。 The fact that it was addressed in an unknown
handwriting did not disconcert him； for he argued that to make the test
more difficult she might disguise the handwriting。 He at once carried the
intaglio to an expert at the Metropolitan Museum； and when he was told
that it represented Cupid feeding a fire upon an altar； he reserved a
stateroom on the first steamer bound for the Mediterranean。 But before
his ship sailed； a letter； also from Italy； from his aunt Maria； who was
spending the winter in Rome； informed him that the ring was a Christmas
gift from her。 In his rage he unjustly condemned Aunt Maria as a
meddling old busybody； and gave her ring to the cook。
After two months of pilgrimages to places sacred to the memory of
Polly Kirkland； Ainsley found that feeding his love on post…mortems was
poor fare； and； in surrender； determined to evacuate New York。 Since her
departure he had received from Miss Kirkland several letters； but they
contained no hint of a change in her affections； and search them as he
might； he could find no cipher or hidden message。 They were merely
frank； friendly notes of travel； at first filled with gossip of the steamer； and
later telling of excursions around Cairo。 If they held any touch of feeling
they seemed to show that she was sorry for him； and as she could not
regard him in any way more calculated to increase his discouragement； he；
in utter hopelessness； retreated to the solitude of the farm。 In New York
he left behind him two trunks filled with such garments as a man would
need on board a steamer and in the early spring in Egypt。 They had been
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packed and in readiness since the day she sailed away； when she had told
him of the possible sign。 But there had been no sign。 Nor did he longer
believe in one。 So in the baggage…room of an hotel the trunks were
abandoned； accumulating layers of dust and charges for storage。
At the farm the snow still lay in the crevices of the rocks and beneath
the branches of the evergreens； but under the wet； dead leaves little
flowers had begun to show their faces。 The 〃backbone of the winter was
broken〃 and spring was in the air。 But as Ainsley was certain that his
heart also was broken； the signs of spring did not console him。 At each
week…end he filled the house with people； but they found him gloomy and
he found them dull。 He liked better the solitude of the midweek days。
Then for hours he would tramp through the woods； pretending she was at
his side； pretending he was helping her across the streams swollen with
winter rains and melted snow。 On these excursions he cut down trees
that hid a view he thought she would have liked； he cut paths over which
she might have walked。 Or he sat idly in a flat… bottomed scow in the
lake and made a pretence of fishing。 The loneliness of the lake and the
isolation of the boat suited his humor。 He did not find it true that misery
loves company。 At least to human beings he preferred his companions of
Lone Lakethe beaver building his home among the reeds； the kingfisher；
the blue heron； the wild fowl that in their flight north rested for an hour or
a day upon the peaceful waters。 He looked upon them as his guests； and
when they spread their wings and left him again alone he felt he had been
hardly used。
It was while he was sunk in this state of melancholy； and some months
after Miss Kirkland had sailed to Egypt； that hope returned。
For a week…end he had invited Holden and Lowell； two former
classmates； and Nelson Mortimer and his bride。 They were all old
friends of their host and well acquainted with the cause of his
discouragement。 So they did not ask to be entertained； but； disregarding
him； amused themselves after their own fashion。 It was late Friday
afternoon。 The members of the house…party had just returned from a
tramp through the woods and had joined Ainsley on the terrace； where he
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stood watching the last rays of the sun leave the lake in darkness。 All
through the day there had been sharp splashes of rain with the clouds dull
and forbidding； but now the sun was sinking in a sky of crimson； and for
the morrow a faint moon held out a promise of fair weather。
Elsie Mortimer gave a sudden exclamation； and pointed to the east。
〃Look！〃 she said。
The men turned and followed the direction of her hand。 In the fading
light； against a background of sombre clouds that the sun could not reach；
they saw； moving slowly toward them and descending as they moved； six
great white birds。 When they were above the tops of the trees that edged
the lake； the birds halted and hovered uncertainly； their wings lifting and
falling； their bodies slanting and sweeping slowly； in short circles。
The suddenness of their approach； their presence so far inland；
something unfamiliar and foreign in the way they had winged their
progress； for a moment held the group upon the terrace silent。
〃They are gulls from the Sound；〃 said Lowell。
〃They are too large for gulls；〃 returned Mortimer。 〃They might be
wild geese； but；〃 he answered himself； in a puzzled voice； 〃it is too late；
and wild geese follow a leader。〃
As though they feared the birds might hear them and take alarm； the
men； unconsciously； had spoken in low tones。
〃They move as though they were very tired；〃 whispered Elsie
Mortimer。
〃I think；〃 said Ainsley； 〃they have lost their way。〃
But even as he spoke； the birds； as though they had reached their goal；
spread their wings to the full length and sank to the shallow water at the
farthest margin of the lake。
As they fell the sun struck full upon them； turning their great pinions
into flashing white and silver。
〃Oh！〃 cried the girl； 〃but they are beautiful！〃
Between the house and the lake there was a ridge of rock higher than
the head of a man； and to this Ainsley and his guests ran for cov
