Part 35 (1/2)

”Pa!” said Virginia, warningly.

But Stephen had turned a fiery red, ”I wrote it, Colonel Carvel,” he said.

For a dubious instant of silence Colonel Carvel stared. Then--then he slapped his knees, broke into a storm of laughter, and went out of the room. He left Stephen in a moist state of discomfiture.

The Judge had bolted upright from the pillows.

”You have been neglecting your law, sir,” he cried.

”I wrote the article at night,” said Stephen, indignantly.

”Then it must have been Sunday night, Mr. Brice.”

At this point Virginia hid her face in her handkerchief which trembled visibly. Being a woman, whose ways are unaccountable, the older man took no notice of her. But being a young woman, and a pretty one, Stephen was angry.

”I don't see what right you have to ask me that sir,” he said.

”The question is withdrawn, Mr. Brice,” said the Judge, ”Virginia, you may strike it from the records. And now, sir, tell me something about your trip.”

Virginia departed.

An hour later Stephen descended to the veranda, and it was with apprehension that he discerned Mr. Carvel seated under the vines at the far end. Virginia was perched on the railing.

To Stephen's surprise the Colonel rose, and, coming toward him, laid a kindly hand on his shoulder.

”Stephen,” said he, ”there will be no law until Monday you must stay with us until then. A little rest will do you good.”

Stephen was greatly touched.

”Thank you, sir,” he said. ”I should like to very much. But I can't.”

”Nonsense,” said the Colonel. ”I won't let the Judge interfere.”

”It isn't that, sir. I shall have to go by the two o'clock train, I fear.”

The Colonel turned to Virginia, who, meanwhile, had sat silently by.

”Jinny,” he said, ”we must contrive to keep him.”

She slid off the railing.

”I'm afraid he is determined, Pa,” she answered. ”But perhaps Mr. Brice would like to see a little of the place before he goes. It is very primitive,” she explained, ”not much like yours in the East.”

Stephen thanked her, and bowed to the Colonel. And so she led him past the low, crooked outbuildings at the back, where he saw old Uncle Ben busy over the preparation of his dinner, and frisky Rosetta, his daughter, playing with one of the Colonel's setters. Then Virginia took a well-worn path, on each side of which the high gra.s.s bent with its load of seed, which entered the wood. Oaks and hickories and walnuts and persimmons spread out in a glade, and the wild grape twisted fantastically around the trunks. All this beauty seemed but a fit setting to the strong girlish figure in the pink frock before him.

So absorbed was he in contemplation of this, and in wondering whether indeed she were to marry her cousin, Clarence Colfax, that he did not see the wonders of view unrolling in front of him. She stopped at length beside a great patch of wild race bushes. They were on the edge of the bluff, and in front of them a little rustic summer-house, with seats on its five sides. Here Virginia sat down. But Stephen, going to the edge, stood and marvelled. Far, far below him, down the wooded steep, shot the crystal Meramec, chafing over the shallow gravel beds and tearing headlong at the deep pa.s.ses.

Beyond, the dimpled green hills rose and fell, and the stream ran indigo and silver. A hawk soared over the water, the only living creature in all that wilderness.

The glory of the place stirred his blood. And when at length he turned, he saw that the girl was watching him.

”It is very beautiful,” he said.