I saw you under the pine. Your books and your chair and your
picture are there, dear--only the picture is not half lovely
enough. But the other rooms of the house must be made to bloom
out
freshly for you. What a delight it is thus to dream of what I
would do for you! Then I would bring you home, dear, and lead you
through my garden and into my house as its
mistress. I would see
you
standing beside me in the old mirror at the end of the hall--a
bride, in your pale blue dress, with a blush on your face. I
would lead you through all the rooms made ready for your coming,
and then to your own. I would see you sitting in your own chair
and all my dreams would find rich
fulfilment in that royal moment.
Oh, Alice, we would have a beautiful life together! It's sweet to
make believe about it. You will sing to me in the
twilight, and
we will gather early flowers together in the spring days. When I
come home from work, tired, you will put your arms about me and
lay your head on my shoulder. I will stroke it--so--that bonny,
glossy head of yours. Alice, my Alice--all mine in my dream--
never to be mine in real life--how I love you!"
The Alice behind him could bear no more. She gave a little
choking cry that betrayed her presence. Jasper Dale
sprang up and
gazed upon her. He saw her
standing there, amid the languorous
shadows of August, pale with feeling, wide-eyed, trembling.
For a moment shyness wrung him. Then every trace of it was
banished by a sudden, strange,
fierce anger that swept over him.
He felt outraged and hurt to the death; he felt as if he had been
cheated out of something incalculably precious--as if sacrilege
had been done to his most holy
sanctuary of
emotion. White, tense
with his anger, he looked at her and spoke, his lips as pale as if
his fiery words scathed them.
"How dare you? You have spied on me--you have crept in and
listened! How dare you? Do you know what you have done, girl? You
have destroyed all that made life worth while to me. My dream is
dead. It could not live when it was betrayed. And it was all I
had. Oh, laugh at me--mock me! I know that I am
ridiculous! What
of it? It never could have hurt you! Why must you creep in like
this to hear me and put me to shame? Oh, I love you--I will say
it, laugh as you will. Is it such a strange thing that I should
have a heart like other men? This will make sport for you! I, who
love you better than my life, better than any other man in the
world can love you, will be a jest to you all your life. I love
you--and yet I think I could hate you--you have destroyed my
dream--you have done me
deadly wrong."
"Jasper! Jasper!" cried Alice,
finding her voice. His anger hurt
her with a pain she could not
endure. It was
unbearable that
Jasper should be angry with her. In that moment she realized that
she loved him--that the words he had
spoken when
unconscious of
her presence were the sweetest she had ever heard, or ever could
hear. Nothing mattered at all, save that he loved her and was
angry with her.
"Don't say such
dreadful things to me," she stammered, "I did not
mean to listen. I could not help it. I shall never laugh at you.
Oh, Jasper"--she looked
bravely at him and the fine soul of her
shone through the flesh like an illuminating lamp--"I am glad that
you love me! and I am glad I chanced to
overhear you, since you
would never have had the courage to tell me
otherwise. Glad--
glad! Do you understand, Jasper?"
Jasper looked at her with the eyes of one who, looking through
pain, sees
rapture beyond.
"Is it possible?" he said, wonderingly. "Alice--I am so much
older than you--and they call me the Awkward Man--they say I am
unlike other people"--
"You ARE
unlike other people," she said
softly, "and that is why I
love you. I know now that I must have loved you ever since I saw
you."
"I loved you long before I saw you," said Jasper.
He came close to her and drew her into his arms,
tenderly and
reverently, all his shyness and
awkwardness swallowed up in the
grace of his great happiness. In the old garden he kissed her
lips and Alice entered into her own.
CHAPTER XXVI
UNCLE BLAIR COMES HOME
It happened that the Story Girl and I both got up very early on
the morning of the Awkward Man's
wedding day. Uncle Alec was
going to Charlottetown that day, and I, awakened at
daybreak by
the sounds in the kitchen beneath us, remembered that I had
forgotten to ask him to bring me a certain school-book I wanted.