If Miss Sally was really--a--a--distracting element to contiguous man, it was certainly something to be considered in a matter of business of which she would take a managerial part.It was true that Champney had said she was "not that sort of girl," but this was the testimony of one who was clearly under her influence.He entered the house through the open French window.The parlor was deserted.He walked through the front hall and porch; no one was there.He lingered a few moments, a slight chagrin beginning to mingle with his uneasiness.She might have been on the lookout for him.She or Sophy must have seen him returning.He would ring for Sophy, and leave his thanks and regrets for her mistress.He looked for a bell, touched it, but on being confronted with Sophy, changed his mind and asked to SEE Miss Dows.In the interval between her departure and the appearance of Miss Sally he resolved to do the very thing which he had dismissed from his thoughts but an hour before as ill-timed and doubtful.He had the photograph and letter in his pocket; he would make them his excuse for personally taking leave of her.
She entered with her fair eyebrows lifted in a pretty surprise.
"I declare to goodness, I thought yo' 'd ridden over to the red barn and gone home from there.I got through my work on the vines earlier than I thought.One of Judge Garret's nephews dropped in in time to help me with the last row.Yo' needn't have troubled yo'self to send up for me for mere company manners, but Sophy says yo' looked sort of 'anxious and particular' when yo' asked for me--so I suppose yo' want to see me for something."Mentally objurgating Sophy, and with an unpleasant impression in his mind of the unknown neighbor who had been helping Miss Sally in his place, he nevertheless tried to collect himself gallantly.
"I don't know what my expression conveyed to Sophy," he said with a smile, "but I trust that what I have to tell you may be interesting enough to make you forget my second intrusion." He paused, and still smiling continued: "For more than three years, Miss Dows, you have more or less occupied my thoughts; and although we have actually met to-day only for the first time, I have during that time carried your image with me constantly.Even this meeting, which was only the result of an accident, I had been seeking for three years.I find you here under your own peaceful vine and fig-tree, and yet three years ago you came to me out of the thunder-cloud of battle."
"My good gracious!" said Miss Sally.
She had been clasping her knee with her linked fingers, but separated them and leaned backward on the sofa with affected consternation, but an expression of growing amusement in her bright eyes.Courtland saw the mistake of his tone, but it was too late to change it now.He handed her the locket and the letter, and briefly, and perhaps a little more seriously, recounted the incident that had put him in possession of them.But he entirely suppressed the more dramatic and ghastly details, and his own superstition and strange prepossession towards her.
Miss Sally took the articles without a tremor, or the least deepening or paling of the delicate, faint suffusion of her cheek.
When she had glanced over the letter, which appeared to be brief, she said, with smiling, half-pitying tranquillity:--"Yes!--it WAS that poor Chet Brooks, sure! I heard that he was killed at Snake River.It was just like him to rush in and get killed the first pop! And all for nothing, too,--pure foolishness!"Shocked, yet relieved, but uneasy under both sensations, Courtland went on blindly:
"But he was not the only one, Miss Dows.There was another man picked up who also had your picture.""Yes--Joyce Masterton.They sent it to me.But you didn't kill HIM, too?""I don't know that I personally killed either," he said a little coldly.He paused, and continued with a gravity which he could not help feeling very inconsistent and even ludicrous: "They were brave men, Miss Dows.""To have worn my picture?" said Miss Sally brightly.
"To have THOUGHT they had so much to live for, and yet to have willingly laid down their lives for what they believed was right.""Yo' didn't go huntin' me for three years to tell ME, a So'th'n girl, that So'th'n men know how to fight, did yo', co'nnle?"returned the young lady, with the slightest lifting of her head and drooping of her blue-veined lids in a divine hauteur."They were always ready enough for that, even among themselves.It was much easier for these pooah boys to fight a thing out than think it out, or work it out.Yo' folks in the No'th learned to do all three;that's where you got the grip on us.Yo' look surprised, co'nnle.""I didn't expect you would look at it--quite in--in--that way,"said Courtland awkwardly.
"I am sorry I disappointed yo' after yo' 'd taken such a heap o'
trouble," returned the young lady with a puzzling assumption of humility as she rose and smoothed out her skirts, "but I couldn't know exactly what yo' might be expecting after three years; if IHAD, I might have put on mo'ning." She stopped and adjusted a straying tendril of her hair with the sharp corner of the dead man's letter."But I thank yo', all the same, co'nnle.It was real good in yo' to think of toting these things over here." And she held out her hand frankly.
Courtland took it with the sickening consciousness that for the last five minutes he had been an unconscionable ass.He could not prolong the interview after she had so significantly risen.If he had only taken his leave and kept the letter and locket for a later visit, perhaps when they were older friends! It was too late now.
He bent over her hand for a moment, again thanked her for her courtesy, and withdrew.A moment later she heard the receding beat of his horse's hoofs on the road.
She opened the drawer of a brass-handled cabinet, and after a moment's critical survey of her picture in the dead man's locket, tossed it and the letter into the recesses of the drawer.Then she stopped, removed her little slipper from her foot, looked at THAT, too, thoughtfully, and called "Sophy!""Miss Sally?" said the girl, reappearing at the door.
"Are you sure you did not move that ladder?""I 'clare to goodness, Miss Sally, I never teched it!"Miss Sally directed a critical glance at her handmaiden's red-coifed head."No," she said to herself softly, "it felt nicer than wool, anyway!"
