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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.




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