The girl sat staring into the west woods, while strong
in her eyes was her father's look of
seeing something
invisible to others. Philip's arm slipped from the bench
around her. His fingers closed
firmly over hers.
Elnora," he pleaded, "you know me well enough.
You have had time in plenty. End it now. Say you will
be mine!" He gathered her closer, pressing his face against
hers, his
breath on her cheek. "Can't you quite promise
yet, my girl of the Limberlost?"
Elnora shook her head. Instantly he released her.
"Forgive me," he begged. "I had no
intention of thrusting
myself upon you, but, Elnora, you are the veriest Queen
of Love this afternoon. From the tips of your toes to
your shining crown, I
worship you. I want no woman save you.
You are so wonderful this afternoon, I couldn't help urging.
Forgive me. Perhaps it was something that came this
morning for you. I wrote Polly to send it. May we try
if it fits? Will you tell me if you like it?"
He drew a little white
velvet box from his pocket and
showed her a splendid
emerald ring.
"It may not be right," he said. "The inside of a glove
finger is not very
accurate for a
measure, but it was the
best I could do. I wrote Polly to get it, because she and
mother are home from the East this week, but next they
will go on to our
cottage in the north, and no one knows
what is right quite so well as Polly." He laid the ring
in Elnora's hand. "Dearest," he said, "don't slip that
on your finger; put your arms around my neck and promise me,
all at once and
abruptly, or I'll keel over and die of sheer joy."
Elnora smiled.
"I won't! Not all those venturesome things at once;
but, Phil, I'm
ashamed to
confess that ring simply
fascinates me. It is the most beautiful one I ever saw,
and do you know that I never owned a ring of any kind
in my life? Would you think me unwomanly if I slip
it on for a second, before I can say for sure? Phil, you
know I care! I care very much! You know I will tell
you the
instant I feel right about it."
"Certainly you will," agreed Philip
promptly. "It is
your right to take all the time you choose. I can't
put that ring on you until it means a bond between us.
I'll shut my eyes and you try it on, so we can see if
it fits." Philip turned his face toward the west woods
and
tightly closed his eyes. It was a
boyish thing to do,
and it caught the hesitating girl in the depths of her
heart as the boy element in a man ever appeals to a
motherly woman. Before she quite realized what she
was doing, the ring slid on her finger. With both arms
she caught Philip and drew him to her breast,
holdinghim closely. Her head drooped over his, her lips were
on his hair. So an
instant, then her arms dropped.
He lifted a convulsed, white face.
"Dear Lord!" he whispered. "You--you didn't mean that,
Elnora! You---- What made you do it?"
"You--you looked so
boyish!" panted Elnora. "I didn't
mean it! I--I forgot that you were older than Billy.
Look--look at the ring!"
"`The Queen can do no wrong,'" quoted Philip between his
set teeth. "But don't you do that again, Elnora, unless
you do mean it. Kings are not so good as queens, and
there is a limit with all men. As you say, we will
look at your ring. It seems very lovely to me. Suppose you
leave it on until time for me to go. Please do! I have
heard of mute appeals; perhaps it will plead for me.
I am wild for your lips this afternoon. I am going to
take your hands."
He caught both of them and covered them with kisses.
"Elnora," he said, "Will you be my wife?"
"I must have a little more time," she whispered. "I must
be
absolutely certain, for when I say yes, and give
myself to you, only death shall part us. I would not
give you up. So I want a little more time--but, I think
I will."
"Thank you," said Philip. "If at any time you feel that
you have reached a decision, will you tell me? Will you
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instantly--if I can."
"Would it be difficult for you?" whispered Ammon.
"I--I don't know," faltered Elnora.
"It seems as if I can't be man enough to put this
thought aside and give up this afternoon," said Philip.
"I am
ashamed of myself, but I can't help it. I am going
to ask God to make that last doubt
vanish before I go
this night. I am going to believe that ring will plead
for me. I am going to hope that doubt will disappear suddenly.
I will be watching. Every second I will be watching.
If it happens and you can't speak, give me your hand.
Just the least
movement toward me, I will understand.
Would it help you to talk this over with your mother?
Shall I call her? Shall I----?"
Honk! Honk! Honk! Hart Henderson set the horn
of the big automobile going as it shot from behind the
trees
lining the Brushwood road. The picture of a vine-
covered cabin, a large drooping tree, a green-clad girl
and a man bending over her very closely flashed into view.
Edith Carr caught her
breath with a snap. Polly Ammon
gave Tom Levering a quick touch and wickedly winked
at him.
Several days before, Edith had returned from Europe suddenly.
She and Henderson had called at the Ammon
residence saying
that they were going to motor down to the Limberlost to see
Philip a few hours, and urged that Polly and Tom accompany them.
Mrs. Ammon knew that her husband would
disapprove of the trip,
but it was easy to see that Edith Carr had determined on going.
So the mother thought it better to have Polly along to support
Philip than to allow him to
confront Edith
unexpectedly and alone.
Polly was full of spirit. She did not
relish the thought of
Edith as a sister. Always they had been in the same set,
always Edith, because of greater beauty and wealth,
had patronized Polly. Although it had rankled, she had borne
it
sweetly. But two days before, her father had extracted
a promise of
secrecy, given her Philip's address and told her
to send him the finest
emerald ring she could select.
Polly knew how that ring would be used. What she did not know
was that the girl who accompanied her went back to the store
afterward, made an excuse to the clerk that she had been sent
to be
absolutely sure that the address was right, and so secured
it for Edith Carr.
Two days later Edith had induced Hart Henderson to take
her to Onabasha. By the aid of maps they located the
Comstock land and passed it, merely to see the place.
Henderson hated that trip, and implored Edith not to take
it, but she made no effort to
conceal from him what she
suffered, and it was more than he could
endure. He pointed
out that Philip had gone away without leaving an address,
because he did not wish to see her, or any of them.
But Edith was so sure of her power, she felt certain Philip
needed only to see her to succumb to her beauty as he always
had done, while now she was ready to plead for forgiveness.
So they came down the Brushwood road, and Henderson had just
said to Edith beside him: "This should be the Comstock land
on our left."
A minute later the wood ended, while the sunlight,
as always
pitiless, etched with distinctness the scene at
the west end of the cabin. Instinctively, to save Edith,
Henderson set the horn blowing. He had thought to drive to
the city, but Polly Ammon arose crying: "Phil! Phil!"
Tom Levering was on his feet shouting and waving, while
Edith in her most
imperial manner ordered him to turn
into the lane leading through the woods beside the cabin.
"Find some way for me to have a minute alone with her,"
she commanded as he stopped the car.
"That is my sister Polly, her fiance Tom Levering, a
friend of mine named Henderson, and----" began Philip,
"--and Edith Carr," volunteered Elnora.
"And Edith Carr,"
repeated Philip Ammon. "Elnora, be
brave, for my sake. Their coming can make no difference
in any way. I won't let them stay but a few minutes.
Come with me!"
"Do I seem scared?" inquired Elnora serenely. "This is
why you haven't had your answer. I have been waiting
just six weeks for that motor. You may bring them to me
at the arbour."
Philip glanced at her and broke into a laugh. She had
not lost colour. Her self-possession was perfect.
She
deliberately turned and walked toward the grape arbour,
while he
sprang over the west fence and ran to the car.
Elnora
standing in the arbour entrance made a perfect
picture, framed in green leaves and tendrils. No matter
how her heart ached, it was good to her, for it pumped
steadily, and kept her cheeks and lips suffused with colour.
She saw Philip reach the car and gather his sister into
his arms. Past her he reached a hand to Levering,
then to Edith Carr and Henderson. He lifted his sister
to the ground, and assisted Edith to
alight. Instantly, she
stepped beside him, and Elnora's heart played its first trick.
She could see that Miss Carr was
splendidly beautiful,
while she moved with the hauteur and grace
supposed to
be the prerogatives of
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instantlytaken possession of Philip. But he also had a brain which
was
working with
rapidity. He knew Elnora was watching,
so he turned to the others.
"Give her up, Tom!" he cried. "I didn't know I wanted
to see the little
nuisance so badly, but I do. How are
father and mother? Polly, didn't the mater send me something?"
"She did!" said Polly Ammon, stopping on the path and
lifting her chin as a little child, while she drew away
her veil.
Philip caught her in his arms and stooped for his
mother's kiss.
"Be good to Elnora!" he whispered.
"Umhu!" assented Polly. And aloud--"Look at that ripping
green and gold symphony! I never saw such a beauty!
Thomas Asquith Levering, you come straight here and take
my hand!"
Edith's move to compel Philip to approach Elnora beside her
had been easy to see; also its
failure. Henderson stepped
into Philip's place as he turned to his sister. Instead of
taking Polly's hand Levering ran to open the gate.
Edith passed through first, but Polly darted in front
of her on the run, with Phil
holding her arm, and swept up
to Elnora. Polly looked for the ring and saw it. That settled
matters with her.
"You lovely, lovely,
darling girl!" she cried, throwing
her arms around Elnora and kissing her. With her lips close
Elnora's ear, Polly whispered, "Sister! Dear, dear sister!"
Elnora drew back, staring at Polly in confused amazement.
She was a beautiful girl, her eyes were sparkling and