AT THE SIGN OF THE THREE BIRCHES SHE LOOKED OUT UPON THE LONELY ROAD. Page 50. AT THE SIGN OF THE THREE BIRCHES BY AMY BROOKS WITH FRONTISPIECE BY AUTHOR BOSTON LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO. Published, August, 1916 Copyright, 1916, BY LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD Co. All Rights Reserved. AT THE SIGN OF THE THREE BIRCHES "HorwooD Perss BERWICK & SMITH CO. NORWOOD, MASS. U. 8. A. CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I THE ARRIVAL 7 II FOR A YEAR AND A DAY 17 III THE FIRST NIGHT 23 IV A NEWSMONGER 32 V MAKING NEW FRIENDS 45 VI A CALLER AT " THE BIRCHES " 57 VII FROM A MAN'S VIEW-POINT 63 VIII WAVERING 70 IX CONFIDENCES 79 X IN THE MIDST OF A TEMPEST 87 XI PLEADING 96 XII ALONE WITH His THOUGHTS 101 XIII THE DEPARTURE 105 XIV HAUNTED 113 XV OPINION GRATIS 121 XVI FOR JACK'S SAKE 124 XVII A PROPHET AT THE DOOR 130 XVIII A REBUFF 136 XIX BUSYBODIES 142 XX FOOD FOR GOSSIP 151 XXI A VOICE FROM THE TREETOPS 160 XXII AN ALARMING PREDICTION- 167 XXIII AN UNWELCOME CALLER 173 XXIV A LONG ROAD 180 XXV IRMA ARRIVES 188 2134256 CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE XXVI THE LITTLE RED BOOK 195 XXVII POISONED DARTS 199 XXVIII MISCHIEF BREWING 207 XXIX THE CLOSED DOOR 214 XXX THE SECOND MRS. DELWIN 223 XXXI A LINK IN THE CHAIN 229 XXXII A RUNAWAY 234 XXXIII "AULD LANG SYNE" 243 XXXIV OVER THE WALL 252 XXXV HEARD ON THE LINKS 263 XXXVI ESCAPE FROM SCRUTINY 275 XXXVII AT BLOSSOMVILLE 283 XXXVIII VOICES 301 XXXIX FOUR MONTHS' ABSENCE 310 XL ON THE BRIDGE 314 XLI WHEN HEAVEN SEEMED NEAR 331 XLII SMOLDERING 338 XLIII LIKE AN ACCUSING EYE 349 XLIV SUMMONED 360 XLV RETRIBUTION 369 XLVI WHEN LONGING TRIUMPHED 377 XLVII SURRENDER 384 XL VIII WHEN DREAMS CAME TRUE 393 XLIX REVEALED 403 AT THE SIGN OF THE THREE BIRCHES CHAPTER I THE ARRIVAL SUNSHINE dancing on the long, dusty road, a fresh breeze swaying the blackberry vines that clambered over the low stone wall, and the chirping of the sparrows gave a cheery greet- ing to the old stage-coach as it lumbered clumsily over the road on its way to the village. Clouds of dust seemed trying to render it invisible, but its crackled yellow paint glimmered bravely, as if determined to be noticed, and the coach rocked and swayed as if it were frail, but hilarious. The horses were gaunt, and evidently ill fed; but, as if to keep pace with the gayly swaying coach, they ambled down the steep roadway, the descent giving them the appearance of making greater speed than would otherwise have been possible. 7 8 THE THREE BIRCHES On the top of the coach were several passengers. Inside there were but two : an old woman, wiry and angular, and a young woman, fair to look upon. Hair that was warm and sunny, eyes that were dark, and thoughtful, and an oval face that bespoke refinement and strength of character these were what appealed to one first upon meet- ing her. She was evidently very tired, and she leaned back wearily, turning her head so that she might look out at the sunny fields and distant hills, and at the same time discourage any attempt at conversation. The older woman watched her closely. Her small, shrewd eyes narrowed as she scanned every feature, noted the weary droop of the young shoulders, and glanced at the slender hands lying listlessly in the lap, and for a moment she closed her thin lips tightly, with the air of one who thought: " I told you so," although she dared not say it. She wished that the girl would speak, or even emit a tired sigh, when there would be an excuse for saying what lay at her tongue's end, but the girl remained silent, not changing the pose that she had held for nearly a half hour. At last the older woman's patience gave way. " Sylvia ! " THE ARRIVAL 9 The girl turned to look at her. " Will ye say now that ye're sick of the whole thing? The whole crazy scheme, I mean? If ye don't speak soon, Sylvia, I do b'lieve I shall fly!" " Don't," said the girl. " First, it wouldn't be becoming, and second, it's impossible." " I do say ye shouldn't be flippant. This trip isn't a joke by a long odds," was the tart reply, " and how it'll end, the Lord only knows. Won't ye even say ye wish we hadn't started? That ye'd be glad if ye hadn't ever thought of com- ing?" The girl turned squarely around on the seat, and looked for a second into the bead-like eyes of the questioner. " Aunt Zilla, you have asked those same ques- tions at least twenty times since we started, and as many times I have answered them. I am tired with the long journey, first by train, and now, the last few miles by coach; but my determination to reach the old house, and to remain there from now until the date named in Aunt Sylvia's will, is unchanged. * You promised to go with me, and be my housekeeper, and companion, friend, protector, whatever you choose to call yourself, remaining io THE THREE BIRCHES with me until the time is up. You seemed willing, almost eager when we first talked the matter over. I can't understand why you are full of regret now that we ever started." The girl's voice had been angry when she had commenced speaking, but now, sweet and low, it held a note of grieving, and its gentle reproof touched the older woman, where anger had failed. " I don't mean to be impatient, nor to go back on my promise to stay with ye, and stick by ye, even tho' I do think the whole thing foolhardy, but Sylvia, the road seems uncommon lonely, and somehow I do hope the old house won't look ' pokerish ' when we reach it. Not that I expect a band of music to be playing on the back stoop, or a crowd inside when we unlock the door, but as there's just we two, I do hope the old place won't look too glum." " You've not seen the place; I have," the girl replied, " and truly, I can't tell you that it is really ' gay,' but if we face it bravely, it may be bearable." " Bearable! Good gracious, Sylvia ! If that's all you can say, I guess it's worse even than I expected, and land knows " "Here ye be!" shouted the driver, bringing his horses to such a sudden halt that they barely THE ARRIVAL 11 escaped falling back on their haunches. " This is the old Durant house, called ' The Three Birches,' where ye said ye was goin', no comin', wal anyhow, this is it," and he clambered down from his seat to open the door and to assist them to alight. It was not his habit to show so much courtesy, but the girl's appearance had impressed him, and his curiosity was aroused. Later, at the " store," he would tell his cronies of the strange fact that the old Durant house was to have two tenants. Having paid him, the girl and her companion turned toward the house, and the driver, realiz- ing that there would be no opportunity to question them, mounted his seat, and drove off down the road. The girl looked after the receding coach, as if dreading to have it disappear, but the older woman stared in horror and amazement at the house that was for a time to be their dwelling- place. Weather-beaten, and shabby it was, with its blinds with missing slats, its sagging fence, its untrimmed shrubbery, and its weed-grown path, but most striking of all was its look of utter desola- tion. u For goodness' sake, Sylvia ! Isn't there a door on that house where we can get in? Or, 12 THE THREE BIRCHES rather, get out, for I guess we'll be more anxious 'bout getting out, come to think of it." " Come this way," was the quiet response; and the older woman followed, her sharp eyes notic- ing the spaces where pickets had fallen from the old fence, and the garden flowers had found their way out through the open spaces, that they might look up and down the road. " No wonder they want to, tho' land knows there isn't much to see," she muttered. Althea and locust trees in full bloom had hidden both porch and door from view when they had left the coach; and now, as they made their way along the weed-grown path, she saw that the porch was wreathed in roses, and trumpet-vines, each trying to outdo the other in an effort to cover its weather- beaten pillars and its moss-coated roof. The key grated in the rusty lock as Sylvia in- serted it, and she was obliged to grasp the knob, and push against the door before it would yield. A muttered remark from her companion was unnoticed by Sylvia, who entered the little hall, with seeming bravery, and pushed wide the living- room door. Small, charred logs were in the fire- place, as if the owner of the house had but gone out for a stroll, leaving them burning. A book lay open upon the table, and near it, a candle that THE ARRIVAL 13 had guttered, and ceased to burn, as suddenly as had the life spark in that strange woman who, once, from sheer perversity, had chosen to live there. Strong physically, and if possible, stronger of will, she had, upon the death of her husband, left her beautiful home, after having disposed of many of his treasures and taken up her residence in this old and lonely house. Having withdrawn from all social life, all friendship, and kinship, she had spent her last years in the company of her garden flowers, when out of doors her books, when within. Now, by the old carved table stood her niece, and namesake, Sylvia Durant, sadly looking down at the open volume and the half-burned candle, and thinking of the woman who had died sud- denly, while reading there. " Sylvia ! Sylvia ! For mercy's sake, don't stand there dreaming. I'll warrant ye wish ye hadn't come, but ye won't say it, so I'll ask ye a different question. Is there a store anywhere near this old rookery? It's likely we'll have to eat while we're here, and if there's market errands to be done, I'd 'nough rather do them before it's any later in the day." " I wrote to the agent of Aunt Sylvia's prop- 14 THE THREE BIRCHES erty last week, enclosing an order for provisions, to be delivered here to-day, and doubtless they will arrive before long. Some one is coming along the path now, toward the side door." " Side door? I didn't see any door when we landed here; I never dreamed this old trap boasted two," the woman said, as she hastened through the house to learn who might be al- ready boldly knocking. A freckled-faced lad stared up at her in astonishment as she opened the door. "Wai, I swan! " he cried, forgetting to close his mouth after the ejaculation. " Is that the way ye speak to a woman the first time ye meet her? " Aunt Zilla inquired sharply. " Wai, no," said the lad, " but I told the boss 'twa'n't no use to lug a mess er groceries to a empty house, an' he said: 'Tain't empty. Go long over,' but I didn't b'lieve him. When d'je come? " " Put the parcels on the kitchen table," the woman replied, ignoring his question. She knew that every person who came to the house, or who chanced to meet her on the road to the village, would be filled with prying curiosity, and determined to question her; and she was THE ARRIVAL 15 equally determined grimly to ignore their interro- gations. The lad dumped the bundles upon the table re- gardless of the fact that one contained eggs; and he hurried toward the door, glancing warily over his shoulder as he went out. " Wonder if he thought I'd bite? " Aunt Zilla said grimly, as she locked the door. Realizing that she had not heard a sound in the house since she had passed through the rooms to open the side door for the grocer's boy, she went softly back to the door that opened into the living-room. "Sylvia, what ails ye?" she cried. "Ye haven't moved since I left the room. Ye're star- ing at that guttered candle, jest as ye did when we fust come in. Sylvia, ye do act queer. Are ye bewitched? Has this old rattle-trap of a house, with its ugly furnishings, begun to affect ye al- ready? If it has, ye've a job of it ter hold out fer a year and a day ! Sylvia ! Fer goodness sake, speak! " Slowly the girl's eyes turned to look at the ex- asperated woman. " Good gracious, Sylvia ! Ye look as if ye'd seen a ghost! " 16 THE THREE BIRCHES " I haven't," was the quiet reply, " but truly the open book, the half-burned candle, Oh, it makes me feel as if she had but just left this room, and at any moment might return." " 'Tain't possible ye think, " the older woman faltered. " Oh, no, no ! " Sylvia said quickly, " I'm not superstitious, only those things have been left here, just as she left them, and even the charred logs in the fireplace strengthen the impression of recent occupancy." It was evident that the situation demanded im- mediate action, and when Sylvia, as if the spell were broken, left the table with its open book, and went out into the little front garden to admire the riot of bloom, Aunt Zilla snatched both book and candle, and bore them away to the kitchen. She made a second trip to the living-room, plac- ing fresh logs on the andirons, and taking the half-burned ones out to the range. She thrust some paper into the grate, piled small fagots upon the paper, added the charred logs, and, when all were blazing, threw in the old candle and the book, taking care to tear the pages from the bind- ing, lest they might smolder, instead of being at once destroyed. " That's one good job done," she said grimly. CHAPTER II FOR A YEAR AND A DAY GOING over to the window, Aunt Zilla stood looking out, a tall, spare figure, whose gray gown, and thin pale face seemed tinted with the same monotonous coloring that rendered wall and woodwork so drearily un- interesting. Not that her face always lacked animation. There were times when her small black eyes flashed fire, but just now she saw only the garden filled impartially with flowers and weeds, the broken pickets in the fence that marked its bound- ary, the dusty road, and on its farther side, the tall dark forest, looming far above the old house, as if glowering over it, or protecting it, who could say which? " A year and a day," she whispered, " and in such a place as this! " She fell to wondering if pedestrians ever tramped over that dusty road, or if a team ever passed the house. It seemed to Aunt Zilla that the sight of any one passing would 17 i8 THE THREE BIRCHES cause almost wild delight. A moment after, an- other thought less welcome came to her : Did people pass that way after dark? If so, would the sound of their footsteps lessen the feeling of loneliness and desolation, or add the fear that some wayfarer might pause to knock at the door? Out in the garden, Sylvia, unaware that she was being watched, wandered up one weed-grown path, and down another, caressing with slender fingers the tall flowers that reached out from the mass of phlox, columbine, bachelor's buttons, and a dozen other varieties that seemed to have been planted at random. " Oh, the foolishness of some folks ! " groaned Aunt Zilla. " The wildness and folly of running away to a place like this, instead of stayin' where she was, with a rich aunt to care for her, and a rich man dyin' to marry her! " She leaned against the window-frame, still watching Sylvia, and marvelling that one so fair should choose to live in so isolated a dwelling, and for a year and a day, at that! Again she spoke in a voice so low that it sounded like one scarcely awake, giving utterance to thoughts conceived in dreamland. " Engaged, they said, to young Jack Stanwood, possessed of little save good looks, and a brain FOR A YEAR AND A DAY 19 for business. Well, she hasn't chose ter tell me what started her in this direction. She jest wrote and asked me would I agree to stan' by her and be her housekeeper fer a year and a day! Who ever heard such a date, fer a contract? ' A year and a day ! ' Good Ian' ! And we've but just begun! Who ever dreamt the place would be so pokerish, spookey, or any other name that would fit it?" Then, for a time she stood by the window, silent and looking out with eyes that seemed unseeing, until Sylvia's hand on the latch awoke her from her somber dreaming. She heard the girl enter, walk along the hall, and then into the living-room. "Oh ! What have you done ? " '' Now, Sylvia, I've done the only sensible thing that could be done. I've took them things that held ye spellbound, the book, the candle, and the logs, and burned them! Yes, burned them in the range. Why, ye look's if I'd done some- thing wicked! " ' Well, it does seem strange to put them right out of the way, but perhaps it was best, though I'd never have said ' yes ' if you'd asked me." ; ' I knew it. That's why I didn't ask. I done it. Why, Sylvia, if I had my way, I'd burn every stick of this old furniture and get new to cheer 20 THE THREE BIRCHES ye through the long time ye've set a ' stunt ' to stay, but ye'd not consent." " I'd surely not consent. You've not the money to spare, and neither have I. Aunt Daphne Van Horn always spoke of me to her friends as an heiress, but she would not for the world have told them how small was my inheritance," Sylvia said. " She was generous with ye, wasn't she? " " Always," Sylvia replied, " save in one mat- ter. She gave me a luxurious home and pur- chased, with a lavish hand, all the fine raiment that my exceedingly small income would not buy; but in return she claimed the right to choose a husband for me, and that I insisted upon doing for myself. So here I am, in the deserted home of my godmother, the first Sylvia Durant, deter- mined to comply with the terms of her will, and live here, as it directs, for a year and a day, when I shall become sole heir to her property." ' Well, I guess when the time's up ye'll think ye've earned it. Is this old place all ye'll get fer livin' wretched fer a year? " "This!" cried Sylvia. "Aunt Zilla, this is a very small part of the Durant property. Be- side thirty thousand dollars deposited in banks, there is real estate in New York, the value of FOR A YEAR AND A DAY 21 which is yet to be determined. It would never be reckoned as affluence, but it would be a back- ground for Jack and me while he is making his way in the business world, and there's no one worth while but Jack." "H'm! Ye haven't seen the whole world yet," Aunt Zilla remarked dryly. Receiving no reply, she continued: "I've wondered ever since yer first letter came why ye chose me to- stay with ye." 11 First: because I'd always heard you spoken of as fearless; and second: because as you had always lived in the country, you were less likely to be impatient of these surroundings than a city- bred woman would be," Sylvia said. " I've lived in the country, surely, but I 'ain't never been in the wilderness 'til now," was the spirited reply. It was at twilight that Sylvia received an en- tirely new view of Aunt Zilla's character. Brave, and absolutely fearless, she had believed her to be, yet when the toast and tea were ready, and they had taken their places at the table, the older woman had abruptly risen and crossed the little dining-room to the window. ' I can't get it out of my mind that folks is likely ter peep in at them winders," she said, and 22 THE THREE BIRCHES drew the shades down to the sill in nervous haste. She sat down opposite Sylvia, served the toast, and was sipping her tea, when a slight sound made her start. " I'm not sure I bolted that door," she said, and again she left the table, hastening to the side door to learn if it were locked. " And that is the fearless woman whom I have chosen for protector," Sylvia murmured, but when they resumed eating she made no comment upon the evident nervousness of her companion. They finished the meal in silence, the ticking of the clock, the only sound in the room. Sylvia was trying to convince herself that the nervous fear so evident was perhaps the result of the long journey, and consequent weariness, and that once settled down in the place, her aunt would be as brave as she had always been declared to be. Aunt Zilla's mind was filled with very different thoughts. " What in the world ever possessed me ter agree ter come ter this awful place? If we don't go wild with terror we'll do well," she thought. CHAPTER III THE FIRST NIGHT SYLVIA had said not a word of her own opin- ion of the old house. She had thought her aunt's prejudice sufficiently strong, and re- solved to hide the fear that made her start at the least sound. She had known that she would be lonely but timid? Afraid? She had never thought of that. It is remarkable how many uncanny sounds can emanate from the walls of an ancient dwelling. However silent it may appear to be, it is im- possible to remain long under its roof without hearing the creaking of a rusty hinge or the rat- tling of the blind if the wind is stirring, the scrap- ing of branches on the roof if trees stand near the house, to say nothing of countless little snapping sounds for which no one could account. Sylvia was glad when Aunt Zilla, rising from the table, made quite a stir among the china, as she piled it upon the tray, and turned toward the kitchen. 23 24 THE THREE BIRCHES It was a small task to wash the china, and when the pieces were replaced in the closet, she turned, and looked squarely at the girl. " Well, Sylvia," she said, " We've the evening before us, and nothin' very excitin' ter ent'tain ourselves with, so I'll ask which ye think o' doin' ? Will we set in the front room, or the dinin'- room? " The girl looked toward the living-room. " Not there to-night," she said. ' Then there's no other rooms open but the kitchen, so our choice will hev ter be settin' here or in the kitchen, or goin' ter bed ! " Sylvia shivered, either because of a draft, or at the thought of the tiny kitchen from which the side door opened out into the garden. " I'm tired," she said. " I think I'll go up to my room. Perhaps things will look different to- morrow." A look of pity, almost of sympathy came over the thin face of the older woman, and she moved nearer, laying a hand on the girl's shoulder. " P'raps it will seem different after we're some used to it," she said. " It's our first day here, child. I'll lock up, and we'll see if it seems any more, well agree- able on the next floor." THE FIRST NIGHT 25 Agreeable! She had tried to choose a better word, but could think of no term that would more fittingly describe what she hoped to find on the second floor. Although old Sylvia Durant had deliberately chosen to live there, it was evident that she had not been fearless, for beside the ordinary lock, both front and side doors were supplied with three formidable bolts one near the latch, one at the top, and one at the bottom of each. Aunt Zilla took care that all were securely pushed into place, and then with Sylvia mounted the creaking stairs, their candles lighting the way. The chamber over the living-room was to be Sylvia's, and that over the dining-room Aunt Zilla's. They paused in the upper hall, then with a softly spoken " good-night," turned toward their respective rooms, each devoutly hoping that after a night's rest, the dawn would bring them a bit of cheer. Aunt Zilla closed the door of her rbom, and looked about her. Even the pattern on the wall paper appeared to be a series of blue hobgoblins, dancing wildly about upon a tan-colored back- ground. Scrolls and arabesques they were, but the woman's nerves were under tight tention, and 26 THE THREE BIRCHES the scrolls, like her fear, were exaggerated. Hastily she undressed, blew out the dancing flame of the candle, and sprang into bed, and although the night was warm, covered her ears that if strange sounds there were, she might not hear them. In spite of her fear, sleep overtook her, and soon she was dreaming of the long ride by coach that had brought them to the old Durant house. In her chamber, Sylvia stood looking about her. She had placed her candle upon a small table, and seeing a bolt upon the door, had pushed it into place. The furnishings were simple but of fair qual- ity; the paper garlanded with flowering vines was not bad; and the rug that covered the greater part of the floor was of quiet coloring and in- definite design, so that, as a whole, the effect was rather pleasing. A low, reed chair stood beside the table, and like one in a day-dream, Sylvia sat down. Her suit-case was within easy reach, and from it she took some of her little belongings. Not a thought of sleep had she. Indeed, it seemed to her that her eyes were wider open than they had been at any time during the day. Me- chanically, she removed the pins from her hair, and as she brushed it, sat thinking, thinking. 27 She thought of Aunt Daphne Van Horn, and clearly seemed to see her as she had appeared on the last afternoon that they had been together. Again and again she had tried to persuade the girl that it was her duty to marry the suitor who pos- sessed the greatest wealth. Not until the last had she used the obnoxious word, duty. Rather, she had endeavored to show the advantage of such a match. Earlier she had spoken disparagingly of Jack Stanwood, but a flash in Sylvia's eyes had in- stantly taught her the folly of that, and she left Jack's name out of all arguments, instead taking great pains to lay stress upon the social position, great wealth, and generosity of the man who was cordially disliked by Jack and by Sylvia herself. Finding all other arguments unavailing, she had used the last one that occurred to her, with the most surprising result. How well Sylvia remembered that interview. At first, Mrs. Van Horn had been cheerfully de- termined, as if the match were a foregone con- clusion, only that she must go over certain details that her niece might clearly see what was expected of her. After a time, realizing that the girl made no response, she turned sharply to look at her. " Really, Sylvia, few girls promised to a man 28 THE THREE BIRCHES like that would seem so absolutely indifferent. Haven't you a word to say? " she asked. "A word? Yes, and more than a word. How am I promised to the man you are talking of? Surely I have never given him the least en- couragement much less, a promise!" Sylvia had cried, in quick anger. " Such matters can often be better adjusted by one of greater experience. / told him that you favored him, and that only your coquetry kept you from showing your real regard for him." "Aunt Daphne!" "Well, what could I do?" Mrs. Van Horn had responded hotly. " It was a brilliant match for you that you were doing your best to throw away. He was about discouraged, and I told him that to hold him until I could talk with you, and get you to listen to reason. I tell you it is your duty to marry wealth. I took you when, at six years old, you were left an orphan. I've done all I could for you, and what has been the result? You've turned away one after another who have had wealth and position to offer, while you've clung to one who has precious little to boast of. Oh, it is almost beyond belief that a girl of your intelligence would be so foolish! " " Is it foolish to want to marry a man that I THE FIRST NIGHT 29 can love?" Sylvia had asked in a voice that sounded strange even to herself. "Oh, romance!" had been the angry reply. " And a great romance it will be when you two try to live on less than enough for one. If Jack Stanwood imagines that I'll leave enough to make you a help to him, he's greatly mistaken. You'll be a great helpmeet for a man like Jack, and I tell you now, if you obstinately engage yourself to him, I'll make a new will, and revoke my be- quest to you, and leave it to public charity in- stead." With this threat she had left the room before Sylvia could reply, and a few moments later had gone out to her club. Still brushing her waving hair, Sylvia's thoughts shifted to what had occurred a few days later. Always she had believed that Aunt Daphne Van Horn loved her. That she showed no affection, Sylvia considered merely a peculiarity. Mrs. Van Horn had many peculiarities, among them a fixed belief that love was quite unnecessary as an as- surance of happiness in married life. " When I married Marcus Van Horn I certainly had no foolish dreams of love, and I hardly think he thought of anything so romantic," she said. " He was a man of vast wealth, and wealth I 30 THE THREE BIRCHES longed for. He wanted a wife who would be an ornament in his handsome home, and chose me. As I was not in love with him, I've been able very comfortably to survive his death, and now possess the wealth that I always coveted. Tell me, was not the match fortunate?" " From one point, no," Sylvia said in a low voice; " for much as I like ease and luxury, I'd rather have true, faithful love than double the fortune that you now possess." " I suppose that means that you consider Jack Stanwood and nothing an ideal combination," was the quick retort, made more bitter by the sneer that rendered Mrs. Van Horn's fine face repellent. Sylvia's lips for a moment refused to reply. Her anger was too deep for words, and Mrs. Van Horn, turning to her desk, began sorting the mail that the maid had just brought in. " I have letters to write," she said coldly, and Sylvia had been only too glad thus to be dismissed. She too, must write, and at once, a letter that would tell Jack not to come that evening, as he had promised; yet she must see him. Where could they meet? Three weeks before she had received the notice of the terms and conditions of old Sylvia Durant's will. Not the least idea had she at that time of THE FIRST NIGHT 31 complying. Safe in a luxurious home, she be- lieved that Aunt Daphne loved her enough to re- lent, and that later she would give her consent to her alliance with Jack, and she dreamed of a happy life stretching out before her. The hope of converting Aunt Daphne to her own way of thinking was now worse than idle and foolish; it was impossible. Mrs. Van Horn was shallow and fickle, but once her mind was fixed regarding a matter, no power on earth could force her to change it. One declaration that she made had sunk deep. " A great helpmeet you would be ! " she had said, and that had hurt, for, now, for the first time, Sylvia had seen how poorly equipped she was to be a poor man's wife. Finely trained for the life that would be hers if she married as her aunt directed, she had not one useful accomplishment that would make comfort in a modest little home. Plainly, in justice to Jack she must comply with her godmother's strange request leave the home that now could only be unpleasant, and take up her residence in the old Durant place " for a year and a day." CHAPTER IV A NEWSMONGER AGAIN the scene shifted and clearly she seemed to see Jack as he had looked at their last meeting. Wondering why he must refrain from calling at the Van Horn resi- dence, he hastened to a quiet spot in the park, where they had often met before, and he found Sylvia waiting for him. " I'm not late," he had said with a laugh, " You're early; " then a look in her eyes told him that something had happened. 'What is it, Sylvia? Tell me," he had said. " Something is troubling you." He had listened quietly while she repeated all that Mrs. Van Horn had said, but he showed not the least surprise. ; ' Why Jack, how calmly you take it! " she had said. "Well, why shouldn't I take it calmly?" had been the quick response. " I have always known that your aunt did not favor me-, so that could not 32 A NEWSMONGER 33 surprise me; and as to the fact of her promising you to that braggart, Langdon, that surely was no news, for Langdon himself is spreading the story as fast as he can at the clubs. It did not disturb me greatly because I did not believe it. " Even now that you say it is true, I am not ex- cited. Her promise is one thing, and yours is an- other. He doesn't say that he has your promise. He says that he has hers, and her promise does not worry me. Why, Sylvia, Langdon could never win you away from me ! " She blessed him for his perfect faith. " He never could," she had said, and then in the heavy shadow of the trees he comforted her, as only he could comfort. Suddenly she had looked up into his face. " It is getting late," she said, " and I haven't told you all I have to tell. Jack, I can't stay with Aunt Daphne. It would be unbearable now, not only because she is angry with me, but because from now on she will continually invite. Oh, Jack ! You know, he will be there persistently ! " Then Jack had said exactly what she knew that he would say. He had declared that it was " an ill wind " and so forth, and that Mrs. Van Horn's bad temper and Sylvia's avowal that she could not live there proved conclusively that there was but 34 THE THREE BIRCHES one thing to be done. They must be married without further delay and thus solve the problem. " Oh, no, no ! " she had said, quickly. " I am going away." And then, before he could protest, she had told him of Sylvia Durant's will and the strange condition under which she could inherit the prop- erty. It was in vain that he had tried to deter her from her purpose to lose the inheritance, if she must. His salary had just been raised, he argued, with the promise of another raise the next year. She did not tell him that it was for his sake that she might not be a burden that she was eager to go to the lonely old house for that reason. She knew only too well how he would combat that. Persistently he plead with her to give up the wild scheme for winning the inheritance, and to be content with what he had to offer. With equal persistence, she declared her determination to go. At last his patience gave way. " Well, I suppose you will let me come out there to see you?" he said, "or did your godmother state that, to make matters pleasanter, you were to agree to have no guests? " " Jack, if you come, can you refrain from coax- A NEWSMONGER 35 ing me to give it up, and go back to the city with you?" ' No, I can not! The whole thing is a crazy scheme, designed to make us both wretched," he had replied, " and I'd be a fool not to use every effort to make you relent." ' Then, Jack, you must not come," had been her calm reply. Wheedling, coaxing, arguing were alike un- availing, and they had parted, each hurt and an- gry, and each convinced that the other was wrong. Sylvia still sat by the little table, but the brush had slipped from her listless fingers and lay idly in her lap, while the long waving hair, glistening in the flickering candle light, fell about her face and down upon her arms. Plainly she seemed to see Jack's strong athletic figure, his firm mouth that yet could smile so pleas- antly, his clear blue eyes that looked fearlessly out from beneath level brows. But even as she sat thus the smile appeared to vanish, and she seemed to see him as he had looked when they parted, his lips firmly closed; was it anger or pain that held them thus? About the expression of his eyes there was no question. Nothing but pain could make them look like that. He had believed that the girl could not per- 36 THE THREE BIRCHES suade herself to share an income so limited, and that greed had urged her to comply with the terms of the will. And it had hurt; oh, how it had hurt to let him believe that greed was her motive, yet what could she do? Had she told him that she was undertaking the task for his sake, that she might not come to him, empty-handed, he would have made it still harder for her to carry out the plan upon which she had determined. It ren- dered the loneliness still harder, that she was mak- ing so great a sacrifice, while so completely mis- understood. A sigh escaped her lips, and for the first time she realized how long she had sat thinking. She glanced at the little clock upon the mantel. It had not been wound for a year. u You shall go for a year and a day," she thought, as she took her tiny watch from her girdle. Both watch and fob glittered in the candle-light, but the watch had stopped. Did all things stop in that strange old house ? She braided the long, soft hair, undressed, blew out the flickering flame, and then going over to the window, looked out. Moonlight touched the riot of flowers and shrubbery in the garden, and lay a silver path along that part of the road near the fence. The A NEWSMONGER 37 forest, dark and somber on the other side, cast a heavy shadow half way across the road. She turned from the window, and crossing the room, lay down, very wide-awake, but also very weary. Drowsiness at last crept over her, and half-awake she murmured : "Oh, Jack! Jack! I felt I must do this for you." Morning, and Sylvia awoke feeling that dark- ness and terror had fled hand in hand. She had not moved, having slept the dreamless sleep of extreme weariness. She felt refreshed. The fact of having taken possession of the old house was unaltered, but in the sunlit haze of early morning, she saw, as from a different view-point. She arose, and went over to the window and looked out. The road that had been so lonely by moon- light now appeared to have taken on a more cheerful aspect, and even the tall trees on the op- posite side seemed less dark and forbidding. Only here and there could a ray of sunlight filter through the heavy foliage, but where it did ap- pear, it danced upon the green moss at the foot of the trees like merry elves at play. 38 THE THREE BIRCHES Sylvia leaned from the window, and looked down into the garden. The flowers and shrubbery, dew-laden, seemed beckoning to her. " Things look more friendly this morning," she said. She laughed as it flashed through her mind that elaborate toilets would not be required in her present position, and well she knew the look of contempt that would appear on Aunt Daphne's fine face, could she but catch a glimpse of her now. She had twisted her waving hair into a loose knot and pinned it securely. Then she had slipped into the simplest muslin gown that she owned, and hastened down to the garden. It was, of course, the riot of flowers and weeds of the night before, the same untrimmed shrub- bery and clambering vines, the same weed-grown paths, but, for some reason that she could not have explained, the blossoming branches that overhung the path and tapped her shoulder, or caught at her gown as she passed seemed more friendly than the erect plants of a formal garden. Like hands of little children, they reached out, unabashed and unrebuked, to bid her welcome. Already the bees were at work, and the girl hummed softly, as if to keep them company. She gathered a few stalks of the tall scarlet balm and a fine, feathery white flower that looked A NEWSMONGER 39 well with it, and went in to find a vase or jar in which to place them. " They'll brighten the liv- ing-room," she thought. A tall, green pitcher in the corner cupboard served her purpose, and she took it to the kitchen for water. The clatter of dishes told that Aunt Zilla was stirring, and Sylvia, appearing in the doorway, made her start. " Good land ! I thought ye were a ghost I didn't call ye, for I thought ye was tired, and might like ter sleep; an' here ye've been out in that crazy old garden, wandering 'round in sop- ping-wet weeds. Sylvia, ye oughtn't ter be care- less in this out-er-the-way place ! Why didn't ye put on rubbers? Yer feet are wet, I'll war- rant!" ' They're not. These shoes are stout, and if the shoes are wet, my feet are not; and see the flowers I've gathered for the living-room," the girl replied. " Flowers will help to make it cheerful." ' There's certainly room fer improvement," Aunt Zilla said, " and I will say them red and white blossoms do look sort o' gay." Later in the forenoon she appeared in the hall, dressed as if she were going some little distance, for she wore her wraps, although the day was 40 THE THREE BIRCHES warm; a small veil was drawn tightly over her face, and her right hand firmly grasped the handle of her umbrella. " Why, where are you going? " cried Sylvia. For a brief moment she wondered if Aunt Zilla contemplated leaving. " Down-town, wherever down-town is in this strange place," was the answer. " There's some things needed that didn't come over from the store, and I thought I'd take a walk just ter nudge them a bit, an' at the same time find out if that everlastin' road leads anywhere. It looks as if it had no end. Will ye mind stayin' here while'st I'm gone? Sylvia, would ye rather come with me?" Sylvia had followed her out to the front porch, and she laughed as she seated herself upon the upper step and leaned against the post that was half concealed by the rose vines. " Of course, I'll not mind remaining here," she said, " especially as I'm not eager for a walk this hot morning. I'll choose a cooler day to ex- plore the place." " Hot or cold, I'm goin' ter find the store if there is one ! " Aunt Zilla declared; and she strode forth, a determined figure in the June sunlight. She had watched the grocer's boy as he left the A NEWSMONGER 41 house, and up the road she went in the same di- rection that he had taken to return to the store. Tall, dark, and wiry, she looked as if nothing could stop her, but something did, and but a short distance from the house. Trees and underbrush at the side of the road now hid her angular figure from the girl on the porch, who had watched her departure. Similar clumps along the way alternated with long sunny stretches, boasting never a bit of shade, so that she was alternately hidden in the shadow, and dis- played in the sunshine. She was approaching a thick clump of alders when a shrill voice talking caused her to halt for a second, and then, impelled by curiosity, pro- ceed. ' This 'ere is the darnedest town on the map ! " cried the wiry individual who stood by the road- side talking to himself, or to the landscape, no one could say which. * The ^ww-darn-dest ! " he cried with increased energy, just as Aunt Zilla appeared in sight. 11 I agree with ye," she promptly responded, " But man alive! ye oughtn't ter give voice ter such sent'ments. Don't ye know ye ought ter boom the place ye live in? " " Boom it! Boom it, did ye say? Wai, that 42 THE THREE BIRCHES shows ye're a stranger in these parts. Why, woman! It'd take more whack than you er I have got ter boom it. Why, it's just that dead that a bomb drapped in the square wouldn't ex- plode. 'Twouldn't make a sound. 'Twould jist roll over and fall quietly in pieces." Drawing nearer, and looking at her with cur- ious eyes, he asked a question. " Does the gal, Miss Sylvia, like here? Is she contented here since ye brung her? " " I didn't bring her. Not much ! It's none er my doin's. It's she that brung me, an' some agin' my will, too." " Ye don't say! " ejaculated the man. " I do say it an' I'd like ter ask ye somethin'. Where d'ye git her name ? " " Oh, that's easy. Jim Jimson druv ye over here in the stage, and while he didn't ketch yer last names, he did hear ye call the gal ' Sylvia,' so he said down ter the ' store ' that she looked so d'jected, he bet a dollar ye brung her agin' her will." " The idee ! A batch er newsmongers squat- tin' 'round a store, and fixin' up a story ter suit yerselves ! Why we've just ariv ! " Aunt Zilla's black eyes snapped. " Oh, they didn't mean no harm, but say! " he A NEWSMONGER 43 continued, " Miss Sylvia looks tur'ble gentle an' sweet. How on airth could she make ye?" " She could/ " Aunt Zilla said firmly. " She's gentle an' sweet, as ye say, but she's got the de- term'nation of the Durants." " 'Twa'n't no love affair sent her 'way from city life, was it? Didn't no feller go back on her, did he?" The old woman's eyes blazed, and she lifted her umbrella as if to strike him, then, as he dodged, let it fall in sheer amazement. ' Who ever heard of any man goin' back on a Durant, ye loon'tic? There's a dozen men that hev been danglin' after Sylvia Durant, but she run away from all of 'em, and lugged herself and me here," said Aunt Zilla. " She's a beauty, so folks is apt ter think they's a romance hitched ter her, along o' its bein' un- common fer a young woman ter come ter live in that ol' rookery," said the man. " Git out! " cried Aunt Zilla, "an' tend ter yer own bis'ness if ye've got any, or I'll hev some- thin' happen that won't be a romance fer ye by a long odds. Git! " " No, 'fence," he ventured humbly. But Aunt Zilla, thoroughly indignant, uttered but one syllable: "H'm!" and stalked off up 44 THE THREE BIRCHES the road, tapping the ground with her umbrella as she went. Josh Lumley, the village do-nothing, looked after her thin figure. " Ought not ter 'fended her," he said in an un- dertone. " Might like ter pump her agin." CHAPTER V MAKING NEW FRIENDS AFTER a long hot jaunt, Aunt Zilla arrived at the store, and enjoyed the relief of ex- pressing her opinion of a man who for- got several articles on a plainly written order. " Oh, well, I'm apt ter forget things some- times, same's most folks do," was the drawling reply, " but I don't forgit everything. Ter show ye: I heared 'bout ye fust day ye come on the stage with a mighty pooty gal. Jim Jimson told the hull batch of us as was settin' 'round the store, an' I ain't forgot it yet. Coin' ter stay at the old house a spell? " " Yes," she said shortly, " and ye may as well send a bag er flour over with the other things." " All right. I'll be prompt. Ye're what I call a fust-class customer. Ye ordered a pound er tea ! I hain't sold over a half or a quarter of er pound er tea at a time since time out er mind. Got means, hain't ye?" " See here ! " cried Aunt Zilla, " I've lived in 45 46 THE THREE BIRCHES the country all my life, but where I come from, they didn't ask questions like that." " We ask questions here, 'cause that's all the way we're likely ter find out," was the cool reply. " It didn't work that time," Aunt Zilla said. " No, but it might the next, there's no tellin', but say! Coin' ter like here?" he asked curi- ously. " Oh, I don't know. Seems like a queer place." " Queer I Wai, now ye've hit the nail on the head. Queer! " he repeated. " Say, d'ye know why they named this 'ere place Blossomville? 'Cause there's always plenty o' blossoms, but darned little fruit." Without waiting for any comment he con- tinued: " Don't make no odds whether it's pear- trees, apple-trees, er plum-trees, it's all the same. Trees chuck full o' blossoms in the spring, but when it comes time ter gather, there's nary fruit. Why, squash-vines in this local'ty has blossoms 'bout the size er soup-plates, but what of it? They 'ain't no squashes worth mentionin'. Same with folks. The children 'round here is han'some when they're little, but look at 'em later, an' see what they be ! There's Sarah Ann Gates. Han'some child as ever was; but Lawd! Look MAKING NEW FRIENDS 47 at her now! Long legs an' arms! Why, her arms saw the air so I can't never think of any- thing but a windmill when I see her talkin' an' gestick'latin', an' as fer her complexion! Good Lawd! I tell ye, we blossom here all right, but we 'mejitly peter out." "Ye're givin' out a poor 'pinion of the place," Aunt Zilla remarked, hoping that he would con- tinue. He did. " What I'm tellin' is true," he responded, " As true as my name's Nat Gates. Sarah Ann, I spoke of, is my niece. Why, gals has plenty o' 'tention as long as they're good ter look at, but here in Blossomville, jist as soon's a gal is out'n her 'teens, she's a sight ter behold! 'Tis so! 'Tain't no use ter tell the gals here ter marry fer love ! They hev ter grab the fust man that axes 'em 'cause they don't never expect ter git 'nother chance. Time they're over twenty they look like old witches. Tell 'bout ketchin' time by the fore- lock. Great Peter! They hev ter grab him by the hull scalp! " Aunt Zilla was amused and her black eyes twinkled. She was about to speak, when the talkative one resumed. ' That's why folks here is so 'mejitly int'rested in Miss Sylvia what did ye say her name was? " 48 THE THREE BIRCHES " I hadn't said," she replied, " but I'm willin' ter say her name is jest like her aunt's was Sylvia Durant." " Oh, ye don't say! Wai, she's a beauty." He leaned over the counter, his face expressing wild interest, or curiosity, who could say which? Possibly it was a little of each. " Is yer name Durant, too? " he asked. "No, I'm Mrs. Drusilla Bond. Sylvia calls me ' Aunt Zilla.' " " Pleased ter know ye," was the truthful re- sponse, " 'n' I'll give ye a piece er news ter take back home with ye : The Squire's goin' ter call at yer place. He is for a fact ; he told me so. Folks here allus likes ter git 'quainted with any new folks that come here, but I expect the Squire is struck all of er heap with Miss Sylvia, bein' he's tur'ble in a hurry ter call." "Why, man alive, he 'ain't seen her! We haven't but just come," Aunt Zilla said, looking at the man in amazement. " Oh, he seen her, all right. He drove by the old house, an' stopped in to talk with me when he came back, an' he said as how he'd call soon, an' lose no time 'bout it. He seen her with a white gown on, a wand'rin' about the ol' garding, MAKING NEW FRIENDS 49 an' he's bound to know her. As I told ye, the Squire's struck all of a heap ! " " Then he may as well stay in a heap for all the good it'll do him," was the angry retort. " Good land, woman! Don't fly in the face of Prov'dence ! The Squire ain't ter be sneezed at, not by a jugful. He's good-lookin', an' what's more he's got means, the Squire has. He's well ter to do, I tell ye. Why, he's got Wai, I'll be hanged!" Aunt Zilla, too angry for words, had turned, and left the store. Open-mouthed, Nat Gates leaned over the counter, and watched the tall thin figure as it hur- ried down the road. " Wall, I vum ! Kind o' toppin', wa'n't she ? " he remarked, but there was no one present to re- ply. Alone on the porch, Sylvia sat looking down at the flowers over which the bees were hovering. A big yellow-striped hummer was trying to en- ter a small bell-flower, buzzing all the while, as if angry because the blossom was a " tight fit." As she dreamily gazed, she thought of the three hundred and sixty-five days stretching out before her. She rose, and walked down to the 50 THE THREE BIRCHES gate. She looked out upon the lonely road. The sound of dry twigs snapping made her start. "Have I the courage to remain here?" she thought. "Hark! What was that sound?" she asked herself. She turned from the gate and went back to the porch. " The one extra day we spent here yesterday," she said half aloud. u How can I occupy all the others so that the waiting will be, well, bear- able?" The loneliness, and the fear at night, and yes those indescribable sounds. She turned as a familiar creaking made her start. " There is the cause of at least one of the abominable noises," she said in quick relief. Out-hanging from the side of the house, just below her chamber window, was a rusty swing- ing sign bearing the legend: " Sign of the Three Birches." She laughed, and thought how for- tunate it would be if all the strange sounds could be as easily accounted for. " The noises of the night are awful," she said. A low whine startled her. Then it was re- peated a bit louder. She looked around her to learn whence it came, and there, where a picket had fallen from the fence, were two soft brown eyes looking wistfully at her. " Do you want to come in? " she asked, and a joyful bark replied. She ran along the path to the gate, through which a handsome red setter bounded as soon as it was opened. "Down, Sir! Down!" Sylvia cried, for in evident delight he was bounding about her, springing up in an effort to kiss her. He was well trained, for he hung his head, as if abashed at his rudeness, yet he leaned lovingly against her, and looked up at her with eyes that plead forgiveness. " Oh, you're a good dog," said the girl, pat- ting his fine head, " only you're well rather impulsive." " Good dog," he knew the meaning of, and wagged his tail, but the remainder of the sentence he did not comprehend, so he continued to watch her face for further signs of welcome. " Come, sit here beside me," and as she spoke, Sylvia returned to her seat on the porch, and the dog, quite as if he had always lived there, dropped down beside her, his forepaws overhanging the edge of the porch. His coat was silky, and he appeared to be well fed, as if his owner cared for him, but he wore no collar. He lay content be- 52 THE THREE BIRCHES side Sylvia, as if he had no thought of leaving. As she talked to him he snuggled nearer, and when her slender hand caressed his head, he showed his evident pleasure. " No collar, no name, and an owner no one knows where. Oh, I wish I could keep you, lad- die." At the last word he whined with delight, and reached to lap her cheek. " No, no ! " she cried, dodging the caress, and laughing, " but is ' Laddie ' your name? " It seemed as if the dog all but spoke. He wagged his tail until his entire body was in mo- tion, he pranced about, and in every way that lay in his power, he told her that the name fitted. " Well, Laddie you shall be, as long as I have you with me, and dear Laddie, I do hope your master will be long in learning where you are," Sylvia said; and then, happier because of the new, dumb friend, she sat dreaming, her arm about the dog's neck. Both girl and dog were content, and for a long time they sat thus, the dog often turning to look up at her, his soft eyes eloquent. It was Laddie who first heard a sound of approach, and he pricked up his ears, alert, listening. Then Sylvia heard it. It was a horse's hoof-beats on the road, MAKING NEW FRIENDS 53 and almost as soon as she had heard it, the horse and rider appeared from behind the wild shrub- bery that had hidden them. The horse, a fine, well-groomed animal, guided by the firm hand on his bridle, walked up to the fence and reached over to nip at the nearest shrub. His rider, a stout, prosperous-looking man, di- rected all his attention to the occupants of the porch. His ruddy face was clean-shaven, his gray hair closely cropped, and his small gray eyes looked with lively interest at the girl, the twinkle in them rendering his expression kindly, although his mouth was firmly set, as if he were one who considered his will preeminent. It was apparent at a glance that, whoever he might be, his clothing was neither purchased nor made in Blossomville, but that which made the strongest impression was the man's absolute confidence. He was always sure of himself. Sometimes a bit too sure. He had caught a glimpse of the graceful, white- gowned figure on the porch before she had seen him, and he had approached boldly, expecting to see a look of keen interest on her sweet face, caused by his unexpected appearance. Instead, it was the dog who looked alert and curious. The girl looked up without apparent interest, but when the rider drew up to the fence and stopped, her 54 THE THREE BIRCHES level brows lifted a trifle, as if questioning why he paused. " Pleasant morning," he ventured, not as if that were news, but as if he used the remark as an en- tering wedge. " Charming," was the response, gently spoken, but inviting nothing further, in the way of con- versation. " I don't know that you know it, but I am Luke Elmore, Squire Elmore, they call me here," he said. " Are you? " Sylvia said quietly. " Well, now, Miss, Miss I don't know your name, but I came to give you a sort of wel- come here," he said in an injured tone. ' We don't wait for introductions in this little place, and if we did, who'd introduce me to you? There's no one here who knows you." " Is this dog yours, and did you stop to get him? " Sylvia asked. "That dog? No," replied the squire. His vanity was greatly hurt, in that he had made no impression, but at least she had spoken, and he was thankful for that. " That's the dog the chap left on the platform when he skipped town in a hurry yesterday." MAKING NEW FRIENDS 55 " Oh, then he'll come back to get him, and I'd hoped I could keep him here," Sylvia said with grieving in her voice. In her anxiety regarding her new, dumb friend, she forgot the reserve that she had determined to maintain. Her arm tightened on the dog's neck, and again he looked up into her eyes. " He'd be a comfort in the long days," she said, " but oh, at night, with Laddie in the house, I'd never fear." ' Well, I guess you'll have no great difficulty in keeping him," was the comforting reply, " for he acts as if he felt well contented, and as to his owner ever coming for him, you need have no fear. He left a bill for three weeks' board at the little tavern, together with a few other bills unpaid, and when he jumped aboard the train, he drove the dog back onto the platform; so as he was purposely left, I guess he's yours, if you want him." "Oh, Laddie, Laddie!" was all Sylvia could say, so great was her relief. "How did you know his name?" the Squire asked, to prolong the conversation; " he seems to be wearing no collar." " I happened to call him ' Laddie,' and he 56 THE THREE BIRCHES seemed wild with delight, so I believe that is his name, and Laddie he shall be." " And now as I want to be a kindly neighbor in this little place, may I know your name? " " I am Sylvia Durant," she said quietly. CHAPTER VI A CALLER AT " THE BIRCHES " AUNT ZILLA, filled with wrath that the storekeeper had dared to speak of any resident as aspiring to know Sylvia, strode resolutely down the road, occasionally ejaculat- ing; " H'm! " as a vent to her anger. Suddenly it occurred to her that he who thus aspired was even more to be despised, and she thumped the ground with her umbrella. Judge of her emotions when, as she neared the house, she saw a stout, florid man mounted upon a fine horse, and apparently enjoying a chat with Sylvia. " Didn't let much grass grow under his feet, did he?" she whispered. "Wai, I guess Sylvia could freeze him, Why, of all things ! She's talking to him! " A few steps nearer she espied the dog, and spoke her thoughts. " Good land ! Has he brung her a present the fust time he set eyes on her? Wai, if he must bring a animal, I do hope he won't keep it up, fer 57 58 THE THREE BIRCHES the place ain't big 'nough fer a menagerie, an' pussonally, I'd not like the care of one." Before Aunt Zilla reached the house, the Squire had lifted his hat, and rode on. She hurried forward, opened the little gate, and walked up the path. The dog looked askance at her, and crowded closer to Sylvia, keeping a watchful eye, however, on what he believed to be an intruder. " Who was that man, Sylvia? " A low soft laugh greeted the questioner. " He introduced himself," she said, " and he told me that he was Squire Elmore, and by his manner, Aunt Zilla, you and I are to consider ourselves greatly honored in receiving a neighborly call from him." " Call? Why he was on his horse and outside the fence, Sylvia." " Well, that wasn't his fault. I didn't invite him in." ' Yer Aunt Daphne Van Horn would be hor- rified if she see a fat, elderly man what had never been introduced, a-talkin' ter ye as if he'd been 'quainted some time." " Has any one, a stranger to you, Aunt Zilla, talked to you, without having been properly pre- sented, since you started for the store?" A CALLER AT "THE BIRCHES" 59 The woman's stern face relaxed and she smiled grimly. " I guess 'twon't be any use to look fer formal- ity here," she said, " fer I hadn't gone far when the queerest rascal I ever see started runnin' the place down, an' I agreed with him, and 'fore I knew it, I vow, I was talkin' with him ; and Sylvia, the cur'osity here is something jist awful! They ask the fust question that comes ter them, but say ! Does that dog b'long to him? " Aunt Zilla did not say who, but instead, pointed down the road, where the Squire and his horse had disappeared. " No, no! " cried Sylvia. " He's mine; aren't you, Laddie? And with him in the house, we'll not be afraid." " Well, I'm not sure," was the reply. " He acts 's if he was afraid of me, an' if that's so, what would he do with a full-sized tramp? " " Show his teeth, and growl, of course. He isn't afraid of you, for he's no coward, are you, Laddie?" He looked his devotion. ' Well, he is a fine-lookin' critter, I will say," Aunt Zilla said. "Say, young feller! Are ye goin' ter be friends with me? " She extended her hand and Laddie promptly 60 THE THREE BIRCHES laid his paw in it, looking up at her for approval. " Wall, 'f I ever see the beat o' that! " Aunt Zilla exclaimed, and when she heard his story, she at once decided that it must have been luck that brought him. " When I fust see him beside ye, I didn't know he had a name, and I was thinkin' I'd call him, 1 Calamity,' but I do'no' but ' Windfall ' would fit better," she said. " His name is ' Laddie,' and Laddie he'll be," Sylvia said, leaning to lay her cheek against the dog's head. It proved to be a day of happenings. Later in the afternoon, the grocer's boy appeared with the articles that Aunt Zilla had purchased and two letters for Sylvia. As they lay upon the table, where the boy had dropped them, only one had the address side up. The writing was familiar; yet, for the moment she could not say whose it might be. She opened it, and read: " DEAR SYLVIA: " All the girls miss you, but I most of all. " You can't think what a time I had trying to obtain your address that I might write to you. " After asking every one else, I thought of Jack Stanwood, and asked him if he could tell me where to address you, and he did. He looked rather glum. A CALLER AT "THE BIRCHES" 61 "You and Jack were firm friends, I thought; yes, even more than friends, but really I don't tell you to annoy you, but because it may be that you ought to know, that Jack is consoling himself for your absence by being friendly with some of the girls, Fannie Ardmore in particular, whom he never before cared to notice. Why did you leave the city in such haste? Really, you set us won- dering, and your aunt, Mrs. Van Horn, simply freezes any unlucky wight who is so unwise as to inquire for you. " I never noticed before what a handsome fel- low Jack is. Last night at Mrs. Farrington's re- ception he looked especially fine, as he stood talk- ing with Fannie. " He is so strikingly dark, and she is so pale a blonde. Of course, we all admit her to be a silly little thing, but she knows how to dress effectively; and if she can't talk brightly, she leaves all the more spaces in the conversation for the man who can, and possibly that is her strong point. ' I suppose Jack finds time to travel to the se- cluded spot where you are staying, doesn't he? " It is said that he disappears every Saturday morning, not re-appearing until Monday. If he isn't with you, where is he? An old aunt keeps house for you, one of the girls told me. How really quaint! Isn't it dull? ' Do write, and tell me how you like rusticat- in S- " Lovingly, " IRMA DELWIN. " P. S. I'd simply love to come and see you, but I was not invited in your farewell note. " I. D." 62 A CALLER AT "THE BIRCHES" Sylvia's cheeks were burning when she had fin- ished reading the letter, and without so much as a glance at the second letter, she slipped the two into the velvet bag that hung from her belt. Pleading a headache, she went up to her room, Laddie at her heels. She did not take the letter from the bag, but sat down in the low, reed chair by the window, and when twilight came, it found her still sitting thus, the light breeze blow- ing the curling bits of hair back from her flushed face, while Laddie, from his place on the rug be- side her, watched her, as if wondering at her si- lence. CHAPTER VII FROM A MAN'S VIEW-POINT THE sun was lower now. Trees at a dis- tance were enveloped in a soft lilac haze. Twilight, with its neutral tints, would soon make even near objects indistinct. Laddie softly tapped the floor with the tip of his tail, a mute hint that he would like to be no- ticed. Still the girl sat thinking, thinking. Why had that letter come to disturb her? The writer had never been more than a casual acquaintance. Why had she cared to write, when so much effort was necessary to secure the address? Plainly the letter was written to cause uneasi- ness, but why? Why should Irma Delwin be eager to communicate with her, or to hint that it would give her pleasure to call? One does not take an all-day journey to make a call unless some especial object impels her to use so much time and effort. It was the more surprising in Irma's case, as she was noted for her aversion to effort in any direction. 63 64 THE THREE BIRCHES The breeze that stirred the curtains was cooler now. Sylvia shivered, and picking up the scarf that lay on the arm of her chair, drew it about her shoulders. " Sylvia ! Sylvia ! Are you coming down soon? Tea is ready now." The girl longed to say that she was not hungry, and that she would remain where she was, but she knew that immediately Aunt Zilla would rush up- stairs to learn if she were ill; so she arose and crossed the room to the hall, saying: "I'm com- ing," with the hope of allaying curiosity. She took her place at the table, just as Aunt Zilla came in from the kitchen. Laddie had dropped upon the floor close be- side Sylvia's chair. She had spoken the first word of welcome since his master had cast him off, and evidently, in his faithful heart, he had vowed to be her friend and protector. Aunt Zilla sat down, and commenced to pour the tea. 4 There's a long distance between this house and the next one," she remarked. " This road on the left leads right into the woods,, an' the one at the right is the one I took to the store ; and the house I was speakin' of is a big farmhouse. A little old man named Wiley owns it. I found out FROM A MAN'S VIEW-POINT 65 that much, an' I guess 'twas him I see settin' on the porch as I went by, but I, Why, Sylvia ! I hadn't noticed how pale ye look. Is yer head still achin'?" ' Yes," Sylvia said in a strange voice. " Wasn't anything in the letter ter upset ye, was there?" ' The letter was from no one of any impor- tance," was the truthful reply, but Aunt Zilla was not wholly satisfied. ' Ye didn't say ye felt sick until that youngster brung the letter. Brought two, didn't he?" " Yes, but I haven't opened the second yet. My head ached so that I did not feel like reading it. It is doubtless as unimportant as the one I did read." " I'll read it aloud to ye, if ye want I should," was the eager offer. " Oh, there's no hurry about it." "Who's it from?" " I don't know. I said I'd not read it," Sylvia replied with a shade of annoyance. " Didn't know but ye knew the handwritin'," was the next venture. " I've not so much as glanced at the envelope yet." Aunt Zilla decided that Sylvia possessed no curi- 66 THE THREE BIRCHES osity; while in return, the girl was firmly con- vinced that the inquisitivenesss of the locality was not the exclusive possession of those outside the old house. The meal was a silent one. Occasionally Lad- die whined for a tempting morsel, which each time he received, although Aunt Zilla remarked that animals should never be fed in the dining-room. Sylvia waited until the dog had devoured a hearty meal served in a tin pan in the kitchen. Little cared Laddie how or where it was served, and he ate with gusto. Quantity, not quality was his motto. " Ye ought ter go to bed early," Aunt Zilla advised; " fer really, Sylvia, ye do look awful. Like 'nough ye'll feel better after a good night's rest." " I think you are right," the girl said gently, grateful that the way of escape had been made so easy for her. After all, the questioning if rather annoying, had been prompted by interest rather than curiosity. A creaking, groaning sound made Aunt Zilla start. ' There ! That's the worst noise of all that I hear in this house," she said, to which Sylvia re- plied : FROM A MAN'S VIEW-POINT 67 " But one that I learned the explanation of to- day. There is an old hanging sign on that side of the house, just under my chamber window, that bears the legend: ' Sign of The Three Birches.' It is rusty and creaks as the wind moves it. It hangs above the door on that side of the house that is closed up. You know that that door is nailed, as well as bolted, and the shutters over the windows are as securely fastened." " I know it, an' it fairly gives me the fidgits! " declared Aunt Zilla, " fer I'm all the time won- d'rin' what's in there, an' never darin' to try to find out." " It will be opened some day," Sylvia said, as she moved toward the door. " Good night." " Good night," was the reply uttered aloud, but to herself the older woman whispered: "If I know myself, there'll be a able-bodied man here to open that closed door, an' take the fust look for us!" The dog raced up the stairway ahead of the girl, and pushed wide the door that she had left ajar. He was eager to show that he knew which room hers was, and that he was glad to stay with her. 1 You're a comfort, Laddie," she said, as she 68 THE THREE BIRCHES drew down the shade, and lighted the candle, re- solved to read the second letter. Believing it to be a similar one, from some other girl, doubtless an alleged friend, who had some- thing disturbing to communicate, she drew it forth, and tore open the envelope without looking at its address. The first glance at the letter showed Jack's familiar writing. No need to look for his name. " DEAR SYLVIA : " I know I should not write, but I will. " You asked me neither to come nor write, un- less I could promise to refrain from urging you to give up this wild ' stunt ' that you have set your heart upon doing. I did not promise, because I could not. " See what you are doing, Sylvia. You are making two people, yourself and me not to speak of a third, your Aunt Zilla absolutely wretched. " What do you think the city is like with you away, and what can that God-forsaken old place seem like to a girl like you, Sylvia, used to all that is cheerful and bright? I have never met your aunt who is with you, but unless she is a most singular woman, she must be sick of it already. " Sylvia, because you started to do this thing, you do not have to keep it up. I'm enough of an egotist to think you miss me, and I've taken my courage in my hands, and said it, but I am con- siderably humbled in one respect. FROM A MAN'S VIEW-POINT 69 " I would have said that your love for me was sufficiently strong to make you shut your eyes to the lure of money, and cleave to me, but you have proven that to be a wrong estimate, for you have chosen to be apart from me for a ' year and a day ' in the sole interest of winning a small legacy. " Sylvia mine, forgive me if that sounds harsh. I am sorely hurt by your persisting in doing this thing that I begged you not to do. Write, relent- ing in so far as to promise that you'll let me come, and that when I come, you'll tell me you have de- cided to let the wretched legacy go to charity if it must, and be content with what I have to offer you, a comfortable if not an imposing home, and my faithful love that you already possess. " Truly yours, " JACK. " P. S. Sylvia, I'm fearfully sick of the the- aters and the club, and, at this season, what else is there with which to annihilate time? Write at once, do. "J. S." The letter was like Jack himself: straightfor- ward, manly in its statements, boyish in the fretful postscript. It seemed as if he had written the let- ter straight from his heart, and had signed his name, then, like a big boy, had told of his lack of interest in amusements as an added plea that she consider his loneliness. Sylvia read, and reread the letter. She would wait until morning to write, she thought. CHAPTER VIII WAVERING SYLVIA awoke with a sense of depression of something that, on the day before, had been disquieting. Oh, now she remembered ! It was the letters : the first, designedly annoy- ing; the second, what could she say of Jack's letter? Frankly it avowed the sincerity of his love for her, and urged her to relinquish her self- imposed task of winning the legacy, and to come to him, empty-handed, or nearly so, her wee in- heritance being so small as to afford but simple living at the old house, which, in accordance with the terms of the will, was rent-free. But pride had urged her to the task that she might bring him a bit of fortune, and thus refute Aunt Daphne's statement that she would be a burden to a poor man. Jack did not know that. Then Irma's letter telling of his conspicuous attention to Fannie Ardmore recurred to her, and the hot color burned in her cheek. No sooner did 70 WAVERING 71 she determine not to believe a word of the story, than a part of Irma's letter, with irritating dis- tinctness, flitted through her mind. " He disap- pears every Sunday morning, not reappearing until Monday. If he isn't with you, where is he?" " I will not be prejudiced against Jack," she whispered, and even as she said it, she glanced at his open letter, her eyes at once resting upon the postscript. Again and again she read it. " Sylvia, I am fearfully sick of the theaters and the club; and at this season what else is there with which to annihilate time ? " Sylvia would not have admitted that such an idea could occur to her, yet unhappily she thought of the fact that the Ardmore's summer residence was an enchanting place, and that week-end house parties were the rule on the Ardmore program. If, because he was dull and lonely, Jack accepted their invitations, why was he silent regarding them? Had he deliberately mentioned the the- aters and the club to convey the impression that he went nowhere else for amusement? She sat down at the little table, and wrote a brief note, ex- pressing her unchanged determination to carry out, to the letter, the terms of the will. 72 THE THREE BIRCHES The morning was hot and sunny, and Sylvia walked slowly along, her parasol screening her from the hot rays, the letter safe in the quaint bag that hung from her wrist. She had expected re- monstrance from Aunt Zilla, coupled with an en- thusiastic offer to mail the letter for her, that thus might the address be read on the way, and the name of the intended recipient learned with- out asking. It happened, however, that there was cooking, and other work to be done, and beyond remarking that it must be an urgent letter that positively must be posted, even although the day had started as if designed to be a " scorcher," she let Sylvia depart without making any further com- ment. The dog stalked along beside her, caring little where he went so long as he might be her compan- ion. He followed his usual habit of looking up at her occasionally as if asking for approval; but she was so closely occupied with the thoughts that troubled her, so lonely knowing that Jack would never come in for an evening with her, at least not for a whole, long year, and then . What if he became estranged because of the long waiting that she had herself imposed? She wished that with the mailing of the letter her un- easy thoughts might vanish. WAVERING 73 Vaguely she saw the butterflies flitting over the wall, and she wished that her heart was as light as theirs. How gayly their fluttering wings bore them upward in the sunlight, as if Hope itself were their propelling power ! Hope ? It had been the basis of her happiness, when all the world seemed smiling. So brief a time, and all things so changed! Aunt Daphne's home no longer hers also, be- cause she had refused to agree to marry a man that she abhorred. Now, with all her love held stead- fastly in Jack's keeping, she was apart from him, appearing in his eyes to be grasping for money, as if life with him, minus money, were not to be thought of! To make matters even worse, how was one to forget that letter that Irma had written, or for that matter, could any girl fail to notice that Jack had taken care not to speak of the Ard- mores? " It is hard enough to endure a year and a day at the old house, without distracting thoughts to keep me company," she said, half aloud. Laddie whimp-ered a sympahetic reply, and she soothed him with a pat. ' You are a bit of a comfort," she said. She was nearing the white farm house that 74 THE THREE BIRCHES Aunt Zilla had spoken of as belonging to a little old man named Wiley. Everything about the place bespoke content, from the house itself down to the luxuriant hollyhocks near the road. Rose- tinted, yellow and white, they gleamed in the sun- light and rustled in the hot breeze. Sylvia paused to admire them, never dreaming that a pair of kindly old eyes had been watching her approach. " Pooty, ain't they? " questioned a gentle voice. ' They are beautiful," Sylvia replied, a smile parting her lips, as she tried to discover the speaker. Sylvia was very winning when she smiled, and the little old man came forward. His small, fine features, his crown of thin, sil- very hair, and his slender frame gave him the ap- pearance of being frail, so that strangers were apt to inquire for his health, whereat he invariably replied: "My health's all right, thank ye, an' so be I." " Come in an' rest a spell, 'fore ye go on ter the store. Come set in the shade o' my holly- hocks. I'd be so pleased ter hev ye," he said to the girl who stood admiring them. Sylvia could not refuse his .gentle courtesy. Flushed and tired she was, although hardly half WAVERING 75 way there, and the flag-seated chair in the cool shade looked inviting. ' You are very kind," she said as she sat down, " It is a long walk to the store, and back." He looked at her with mildly approving eyes. 'We lost our daughter," he said, a tear dim- ming his blue eyes, " an' ever since I've longed ter see a young gal movin' about the place." He blinked, and a smile bravely replaced the tear. " I'd be pleased if ye always stopped here a spell on the way ter the store an' back," he said, wistfully. " I'd love to," Sylvia said, grateful for his gen- tle friendliness, " and I will." " Sort o' lonesome a.t ' The Three Birches,' ain't it? " he asked. ;< Indeed it is," Sylvia replied, in a manner that spoke volumes. ' Then, whenever it gets ter be jest too lone- some ter be borne, come over here. I'm Ezry Wiley, an' my wife, Temp'rance, will be turr'ble pleased ter see ye." Sylvia was surprised at the eagerness with which she accepted his invitation. It offered an oppor- tunity for an occasional escape from the gloom of the Durant house. She looked toward the holly- 76 THE THREE BIRCHES hocks that were yielding their sweets to the ma- rauding bees. " Funny fellers, them," remarked Ezra, " an' dreadful human, too. Got all they kin hold, yet scrambl'in' fer more. Go it ! " he continued, as a huge bee dived deep into a pink blossom. " I like ter see a feller persist ef he wants ter git a thing; tho' I must say I think ye graspin'." A big brindle cat lay asleep on the grass, close beside his chair, and the little old man reached a slender hand to stroke the soft fur. The cat awoke, and as a bee flew humming by, stretched a tawney paw to strike at it. " Tom! Tom! " cried Ezra, " would ye med- dle with a critter what wasn't meddlin' with ye? Last time ye fooled with a striped bee, he stung yer nose fer yer imperdence. Don't ye remem- ber?" Tom arose, and rubbed against the old man's legs. " Ah, he remembers, an' well he may, bein's he couldn't see 'round his nose fer nigh onter three weeks. Let 'em 'lone, Tom. It's a awful good plan ter tend ter yer own affairs, an' let other folks alone." Espying the dog, Tom turned "and ran up to the house, although Laddie had only watched him WAVERING 77 curiously, making no effort to molest him. Sylvia noticed that while the kindly old fellow expressed a gentle interest in her, he showed none of the curiosity of his neighbors, and that he made no effort to question her regarding her stay at the old house, or her life previous to her arrival at Blos- somville. After a pleasant chat, she went on to mail her letter, having promised to stop for an- other rest on her way back. The " post-office " was situated in one corner of the grocery store. Having been stared at by the half-dozen loungers who spent the greater part of every day there, she slipped her letter into the box, answered several questions which were pro- pounded by Nat Gates, with a view to keeping her in a good position for his cronies to observe her, and then she started to return. " Han'some as a pictur, I declare ! " said one. " Sweetest face I ever see! " said another. "Carried her head like a thoro'bred!" re- marked a third. :< Don't look much like old Sylvia Durant, what used ter live at that old house with the flatiron- shaped garding. Lor' but she was a case ! Say, they is noises in that 'ere old rookery that jest make you flesh crawl. I'd hate ter hev that gal scaret," said another. 78 THE THREE BIRCHES " Oh, she's got a ol' aunt livin' with her that has got a powerful lot o' grit. Noises wouldn't scare her, an' as fer ghosts, if they is any that old woman would stand ready ter whack 'em with her ambrill, you bet! " Unaware of the interest that she had created, Sylvia walked along the road, a bit calmer since the letter to Jack was mailed. She had wavered while yet it was in her possession, wondering if it might have been differently worded. She did not wish to retract. She was firm in her resolve to remain at the old house for the specified time, and equally firm in her belief that she could not persist, if Jack were to come often to plead with her to relinquish her purpose, but she wondered if she might have expressed her statements more tactfully. Had she seemed hard? " Nonsense! " she murmured, putting her right foot down with a firmer tread. " If I had writ- ten less sternly, Jack would have seen weakening in the lines, and would have rushed here, simply to coax and plead. It was best to mail the letter, just as I wrote it." CHAPTER IX CONFIDENCES NO one ever spoke of the owner of the best farm in Blossomville as Mr. Wiley, nor as Ezra Wiley. Gentle and kindly he was beloved by all, and he had a cheery word for everyone whom he met, from the oldest inhabitant to the latest ar- rival. " Ezry," they called him, and he merited their regard. ' The meanest man in the world has likely got a good streak somewhere; " he was wont to say, " an' I'd 'nough rather be lookin' fer it, than pickin' flaws." The village children often paused in their play to say: " Let's go over to Ezry's and p'raps he'll tell us a story." And they were always given a glad welcome, and the story was always told. Ezra enjoyed relating, for their delight, the hap- penings of his youth. The little old man was eagerly looking for 79 8o THE THREE BIRCHES Sylvia's return, and his twinkling eyes looked up brightly as she opened the gate, and entered. " I remembered your invitation, and I've come in to rest a bit, before going home." Home! The word had been thoughtlessly ut- tered, but it sent a sudden pang through her heart, for suddenly, and with fearful force, she realized that she had no home ! Surely the fact held no novelty, but for some reason it presented itself in a new light, and that light was glaring! Sylvia never knew how it happened, or how the subject had been introduced. She only knew that Ezra Wiley had not questioned her, and that it must have been his gentleness that had led her to talk of herself. However that may be, before she left him, she had told him that she did not remem- ber her parents; that she had always lived with her Aunt Daphne in the city, where now, because of a difference of opinion regarding what was best for her happiness, she could no longer live. Even then he had not questioned what that " dif- ference of opinion " might be. Instead, he re- peated his wish that she might often stop for a little chat. " Sometimes it does young folks good ter talk their troubles over with some one older, who has seen trouble, an' knows what 'tis," he said, add- CONFIDENCES 81 ing: " An' when ye come, if ye want ter tell me what vexes ye, girl, why tell it. An' if 'twill do ye more good ter talk of other things, then we'll do that." Sylvia was grateful for his unselfish interest and his lack of curiosity, and she thanked him warmly. For a moment both were silent. The sunlight touched the girl's bright hair, giv- ing the light brown waves a warmer tint; and the old man gazed at her, marvelling that she was so fair. The hollyhocks rustled in the breeze; the bees, still busy, made droning music; all things seemed peaceful, and drowsy. Suddenly a stri- dent voice broke the silence. " Ezry! Ezry! Where be ye? Land sakes, but I'm in a hurry fer 'nother pail o' water! " " I'm comin', and so ye might say is the water. Leastways, I've begun ter go fer it," was the answer, the last half of which was hardly above a whisper, and accompanied by a comical pucker of the mouth and a merry twinkle in the kind old eyes. He rose stiffly, and smiled as he said: 'Ye never in yer life see such a woman fer water I No matter whether she's washin', scourin', er bakin', there's a continooal call fer water! Funny, they 82 THE THREE BIRCHES named her ' Temp'rance.' I'm glad they did, tho', fer she's a master hand fer water, an' I do like ter see names fit the pussons they're tacked to." "Ezry! Ef ye're still after that water, ye must hev gone ter the bottom er the well! " " I'll be there in a jiffy, Temp'rance," was the pleasant answer, and as he moved toward the well, Tom followed at his heels. " Don't ye hurry, Miss Sylvia," he said, " I'll soon be back." Having taken the brimming pail to the house, he hastened to return to his guest. " Temp'rance is a good woman, as ye'll find out when ye know her," he remarked, as if he feared that her sharp voice might have prejudiced the girl. " She's got plenty o' energy, an' that's one thing fust made me think o' marryin' her. She had plenty er energy an' 'tain't none of it abated, so ter speak." Sylvia laughed softly, and Ezra laughed with her. He broke his finest stalk of pink hollyhocks, and put it in her hand when she rose to go. " It will look bright in the old house, and help ye ter remember ter come often," he said. CONFIDENCES 83 " Oh, I will," she said gratefully, and as she walked down the road, she turned to wave her hand to the kindly old fellow, who returned the salute. " Dretful sweet gal," he said to the cat that had sprung up on the wall beside him. Aunt Zilla was at the gate when Sylvia reached the house. " I've been worried, ye was gone so long," she said. "Where hev ye been? My! Who give ye them hollyhocks?" " Our nearest neighbor," Sylvia said. " The little old man who owns the white farmhouse. He invited me to stop and rest a while, and I was glad to. Oh, but the sun is hot! " " Not too hot to go neighboring it seems, fer ye hadn't been gone ten minutes when there was a awful poundin' at the side door, an' when I went I found a freckled-faced youngster with a big basket of early vegetables. I says, ' Run along, sonny, I don't want ter buy anything.' * Ye don't hev ter! ' he said pert like; ' I was told ter give these ter the gal what lives here.' ' Who sent 'em ? ' says I, an' sez he : 'I wa'n't ter tell ! ' an' scooted fer the woods. Now, what d'ye make er that? " " We certainly have well-disposed neighbors, 84 THE THREE BIRCHES if they are not near neighbors," Sylvia said, think- ing as she spoke of the difference between city and country acquaintances. In the city a gift of vegetables would suggest charity, and give offense, whereas in the country it came only as a gift assuring friendly feeling. " I'll tell ye one thing, Sylvia, that I think 'nough sight queerer than the basket full er garden truck the boy left, an' that's the outrageous noises ye hear in this house. I've heared ye tell 'bout the old sign creakin', an' I know what ye said 'bout the branches er that big tree a scrapin' on the roof windy nights, but this is a new noise, an' Sylvia, it beats all ! " The girl made no reply, as she turned to enter the house. " I do wish ye'd pay 'tention ter what I'm tell- in' ye. The noise was, There ! Did ye hear that? " Certainly Sylvia heard it; and even as Aunt Zilla spoke, it was repeated, like the groaning of one in great distress. Again it sounded, and Aunt Zilla screamed. "Hello! What's the matter?" a bluff voice inquired, and Squire Elmore appeared in the doorway. He had been passing with the hope of CONFIDENCES 85 seeing Sylvia, and at the same time wondering if she would extend a welcome, if he hinted that he would like to come in. Hearing Aunt Zilla's scream, he had entered, and now was in, without the need of hinting. She described at great length the sound that had been frequently repeated dur- ing the morning; and if she had been the sole oc- cupant of the house, he would have assured her that ancient dwellings were apt to harbor all man- ner of weird sounds, and have gone his way. Now, with the hope of often seeing Sylvia Du- rant, he tried to allay the older woman's fears, and promised often to look in, as he was passing, to learn if all was well. At the same time, he registered a vow that he would continually pass that house, and that every time he passed he would surely stop to in- quire. Property acquired by inheritance, and a limited education had bred in Luke Elmore a firm conviction that he was superior to his neighbors, and had given him almost an insolent confidence in himself. Therefore, he chose to ignore Sylvia's evident indifference, believing that with time, and persistence, he would surely win her. Her en- gagement to Jack had been secret, and no ring upon her finger gave evidence of her pledge. 86 THE THREE BIRCHES Seeing no token upon the white hand, Squire El- more considered the field open, and he determined to waste no time. From that day his attentions were persistent and untiring. Sylvia was grateful for his neighborly kindness, but she could not dispel a desperate long- ing to evade him. Aunt Zilla expressed no sympathy. How could she? She appreciated the huge baskets of fresh vegetables, of early fruits, of flowers that she daily found waiting, dew-laden, when she opened the doors in the morning, and surely she was thankful to have him appear, as he often did, just as some unusual noise had frightened her. Sylvia did her best to avoid him, and often suc- ceeded. With her heart hungry for Jack, how could she welcome the Squire, stout, florid, and elderly? She shrugged her pretty shoulders as she thought of it. CHAPTER X IN THE MIDST OF A TEMPEST TEN days passed two weeks then, the third week since she had mailed her letter to Jack, and Sylvia was sick at heart be- cause no reply came. True, the letter had invited no response. It's tone had seemed final. Indeed, she had so worded it that it might appear as if no answer were expected, and now, woman like, she was grieved because no letter came. She had slipped out, unnoticed by Aunt Zilla, and now was strolling through the patch of wood- land, thinking of Jack at every step. There was not a day that she did not think lovingly of him; but on this day, she saw his face, oh, so clearly as she wandered on. She dared not venture far into the woods, but there was a path that led to a tiny brook, and by keeping to that path she could not lose her way. It was late afternoon, and the air was sultry. 87 88 THE THREE BIRCHES Here and there a white birch stood out sharply, but the somber trees harmonized with her mood. The birches were reminders of the old house that had been named for a clump of three unusually large specimens that stood at one side of the tri- angular piece of land, jocosely termed a garden. A garden it had sometime been, but in its present state a " riot " would have better described the flowers and weeds that flourished with equal zest. If anything, the weeds were the stronger. The sky was overcast, and the woods seemed unusually gloomy. She reached the little babbling brook, and sat down upon a rock beside it, listen- ing to its murmuring music, but thinking think- ing of Jack. She had been buoyed up in setting out to reach the old house with the thought that at least she would be free from Aunt Daphne's alternate coax- ing and threatening that she must receive with courtesy, if not enthusiasm, the homage of the man whom she abhorred. In that, she had been successful; but in her belief that the year and a day would pass quickly, and with the flavor of ro- mance, she had failed miserably. Denied the luxury, the pleasures, to which she was accustomed, the days dragged slowly, and with leaden feet. Now, she realized that whether IN MIDST OF A TEMPEST 89 it had been music, dancing, riding, the theater, or receptions, the pleasure, the real, deep happiness had been that Jack was at her elbow. Without Jack what would any of these pleasures have held for her? That, too, was the most desolate fact about the old home ; Jack was not there ! A faint sob, symbol of her bitter loneliness, escaped her lips, and she sat erect, looking around as if fearing that some one might have heard. She had come to feel as if at any moment, wher- ever she might be, Luke Elmore was liable to ap- pear, and the feeling strengthened her aversion. She retraced her steps, and just as she was enter- ing the side gateway, she saw him standing upon the front porch, waiting for admittance. A clump of tall shrubs concealed her, and as soon as she heard the front door opened by Aunt Zilla, she ran into the house, and up the rear stair- way. She crept along the upper hall to her room, and listened. " Sylvia has been out some time," she heard Aunt Zilla say. ' I didn't notice where she went, but I've been up-stairs ter look fer her, an' didn't find her, so I know she's out." " She may be at the Wiley place," the Squire responded, " so I'll go along. I may see her there." 90 THE THREE BIRCHES ' You won't" Sylvia whispered, delighted that she had just escaped him. The wind was rising, driving the branches of the trees against the house, and rattling blinds and windows. Light clouds were scudding across the sky, but back of those loose fleecy clouds were banks of leaden color that foretold a tempest. The chamber was growing darker. Aunt Zilla stepped into the hall, and she heard her say: " Oh, I wish Sylvia was safe in this house." " I am," came the answer to her wish, and Sylvia appeared descending the stairs. " For goodness' sake, Sylvia ! You in the house all the time, an' me a worryin' fer fear ye'd be drenched? The Squire was here not long ago, an' I said ye was out. Was ye in at that time ? " "Just in," Sylvia replied, " and it is useless to ask why I didn't come down, for you know that I remained where I was to avoid seeing him." " He's got means," Aunt Zilla said. " Let him keep them," Sylvia replied. " There's only one that I care for, and that is Jack Stanwood. You know that, so what is the use of talking of Squire Elmore's good points or of his possessions to me? I'm not interested, and I wish he could understand it." IN MIDST OF A TEMPEST 91 " Hev ye told him 'bout Jack? Prob'ly that might help him some ways towards understand- ing." " I've not told him any of my private affairs, and I don't wish you to," the girl said hotly. Aunt Zilla was about to reply, when a terrific peal of thunder caused her to forget what she had intended to say. Again and again it crashed, the great drops dashed against the window, and to add to the ter- rific din, a blind blown loose from its fastening was alternately opened by the gale, and then flung back against the window. Sylvia covered her ears to shut out the tumult, while Aunt Zilla, her hands tightly clasped, looked as if she believed the destruction of the house to be imminent, and was merely waiting for the struc- ture to fall. The gale increased in fury, and the sighing of the wind through the forest was as if a band of demons, out in search of human victims, were ut- tering elfish cries as they sped along. The great front door shook as the wind assailed it, and Sylvia wondered if some one, determined to enter, was fiercely struggling to open it, despite its ponder- ous bolts. Small wonder that the two were terrified, for 92 THE THREE BIRCHES the lightning was almost incessant; and in their fear, the woman and the girl sat silent, wondering if the storm would ever cease. Somewhere at the rear of the house a tree, twisted by the gale, fell with the crash of splintering wood. Sylvia uttered a faint cry that was drowned in a heavy clap of thunder. Loose twigs were flung against the house as violently as if absolute spite had hurled them. Then for a moment there would be a sudden stillness, a flash of lightning would make every object distinct, and then, as if with renewed vigor, the tumult would be incessant, and louder than be- fore. The old house rocked. Something out in the kitchen fell with a resounding bang, and Aunt Zilla felt sure that the range must have actually collapsed. Then, for a time, the wind lulled, and only the pattering raindrops could be heard, first as if they were giant drops upon the window, and then, as if the fury of the storm abating, it fell more softly like a shower. For a brief respite, even the rain ceased, and in the momentary lull there came a loud, determined knock at the door. Sylvia's heart stood still; she sprang to her feet, and leaned staring toward the door, on the other side of which was some one who had knocked for IN MIDST OF A TEMPEST 93 admittance ! Aunt Zilla, groping in the darkness, laid a hand upon her arm. ' What shall we do ? " she whispered, but Sylvia's lips refused to utter a sound. The knock was repeated. After a pause it was again re- peated, this time with more vigor than before. Whoever stood outside that bolted door was in- sistent. '* It may be some tramp that wants shelter out'n the storm, but I'm afeared of him," whispered Aunt Zilla in nothing less than a stage whisper. Sylvia made no reply. She was thinking that the door was not very substantial. Would the de- termined knocker burst it open? She trembled in sudden panic as a tremendous pounding made the old door shake. Then a voice called: "Sylvia! Sylvia!" She flew to push back the bolt, and throw wide the door. "Oh, Jack! Jack!" she cried, clinging to him, forgetting that his coat was dripping; never questioning his coming, only aware that he had come, and that with him beside her, her terror had vanished. It was Aunt Zilla that awoke them to a sense of present conditions. 94 THE THREE BIRCHES " I s'pose I'm ter call this young man ' Jack,' since ye don't introduce us, an' fer that matter, he may as well call me Aunt Zilla, 'nstead er Mrs. Bond, but Sylvia, d'ye know his coat is consid'able wet? Let him take it off, an' I'll dry it, an' get some supper. It's likely he's hungry, an' I've jest remembered that with the scare the storm gave us, we've neither of us tasted a mouthful." And while Aunt Zilla bustled about making preparations for tea, Sylvia, close beside Jack in the living-room, was telling him of their terror caused by the storm, and how terror had become almost frenzy at the sound of his first knock at the door. She had taken him to the living-room, be- cause the tiny kitchen admitted of no visitors when Aunt Zilla was busy. " The sun was shining when I rode out of the station," he said, " and the greater part of the trip was sunny, but as we progressed this way, the sky became overcast, and a cool breeze sprung up. The coach was packed even those who climbed on top sitting close together lest a jolt send them off into the dust of the road, and as I enjoy a tramp hugely, I said I'd walk. The old Jehu who drove that coach told me to keep to the straight road over which he was departing, and I couldn't miss the old Durant house. It was IN MIDST OF A TEMPEST 95 already twilight, so I was glad to hear that I couldn't miss it. He shouted after me : ' It's 'bout two mile, young feller,' and I started on my tramp. Sylvia, it's not less than four miles of the worst road I ever covered, but it is worth it, Sylvia, just to be with you ! " " And to think that it was you, Jack, who stood knocking at my door, which I, listening, frightened half out of my wits, dared not open! " CHAPTER XI PLEADING HAPPY in each other's company, all fear of the tempest gone, they were surprised when Aunt Zilla appeared in the doorway to say that tea was so soon ready. Aunt Zilla watched them closely as she poured the tea, and served the biscuits. She decided that she liked Jack's honest face, with its clear eyes, and firm, yet pleasant mouth. " This will end the plan of stayin' at this old house," she thought, " and I'm glad of it, fer I've had 'nough of it already, an' more than 'nough! " She believed that Sylvia's bright eyes were a sure sign that she was far happier with Jack near her, and now that he had actually come in spite of the fact that the two had parted in anger, she never for a moment doubted that Sylvia would listen to his pleading. Sylvia was thinking along a widely different line as she talked and laughed with Jack. " If he would come here to cheer me through 96 PLEADING 97 the year, and never try to persuade me to give up my task, he might often come, and how happy I'd be ! " she thought. Aunt Zilla wondered how much time he had al- lowed for successful pleading. " Will ye be able ter spend a week with us? " she asked, unable longer to restrain her eager curiosity. "A week!" Jack cried with a laugh. "I'm to leave here to-morrow morning, when I'm told the old stage passes at six." " I'd hoped ye'd stay a spell," Aunt Zilla said in evident regret, adding: " The place is lonely, an' yer company cheers." " I wish I might," Jack responded, " but it was only after abject begging to be allowed two days absence from the office, and the promise upon my part to work like a Trojan when I returned that I gained this brief visit." He wished he might be alone for the evening with Sylvia that he might better reason with her. She would be less likely to yield if another listened, he knew. The latter thought flitted through Aunt Zilla's mind, and when tea was over, the table cleared, and the china washed and put away, she went up to her room, determined that Jack should have 98 THE THREE BIRCHES every chance for winning Sylvia to relinquish her determination to remain at the old house. A long time she sat thinking, hoping. Heartily sick of the Durant house, and of her promise to stay with Sylvia, she looked to Jack Stanwood as the only person who could induce the girl to leave it, and earnestly she hoped that his pleading might prevail. Fearless she had always called herself, but there was an atmosphere about the house that would have given a harsh test to the strongest nerves. She could not lie down, nor could she lean back in the low rocker. Well forward upon the edge of its seat she sat waiting, waiting for what she could hardly have told. Nothing could have induced Aunt Zilla to listen. Indeed she had closed her door upon entering, and deliberately seated herself at the far end of the room, but she thought by the tones of their voices she might guess if things were progressing smoothly. Surely if she should hear Sylvia's mu- sical laugh, she would know that no clash of opin- ion had occurred; but if, instead, only the drone of voices in earnest conversation came up to her, then certainly it would mean that the two were but arguing the matter as they had done before. The storm was abating, the gale had spent its fury, but the pattering drops upon the pane told PLEADING 99 that the rain had not ceased. To the woman wait- ing, hoping on the morrow to hear that they were to leave the old house, with its loneliness, its strange noises, its air of mystery, came the sound of Jack's voice full of restrained anger. Evi- dently he was in the lower hall, as if about to mount the stairs to his room. Clearly she heard every word. " You think your duty is to the dead, rather than to the living. You believe that you must comply with an old woman's whim expressed in her will; but to my pleading that I need you, Sylvia, that I can not bear a long year without you, you turn a deaf ear." Sylvia replied in a strangely quiet voice that was barely audible to the anxious listener, but the man's retort came clear and cutting. " I am likely to remember," he said. " * A year and a day,' the extra day added, doubtless, because a year isn't suffering enough." Not another word, but the sound of firm steps climbing the stairs, passing her door and along the hall. Then the opening and closing of a door at the far end of the hall. Yet a while longer, Aunt Zilla sat anxiously listening for Sylvia's footsteps. Was she intending to remain down there in the lonely living-room all night? She must not be ioo THE THREE BIRCHES permitted to do that. She would be sick with fright before morning. " Dear, dear ! What a strange girl ! " whis- pered the anxious one. After a moment a door opened, and soft foot- steps came unsteadily up the long stairway, as if the person who approached the upper hall cared little whether she ever reached it or not. As softly she crept along the upper landing, and a second later Aunt Zilla heard Sylvia's door close. CHAPTER XII ALONE WITH HIS THOUGHTS WITH his hands thrust deep in his pockets, Jack paced up and down the room, his shadow on the wall looming tall, then falling short as he approached, or withdrew from the table where the candle sent out its flickering light. After a time, he dropped into a chair, and with his head bent, appeared to be in a brown study. As he sat thus, he reviewed every stage of his friendship and love for Sylvia, from their first meeting at the horse show, to the wretched end- ing of what he had believed would be a happy evening. He had promised himself that Sylvia would be easily persuaded to leave the old house, never to return. He saw the lights, the flowers, he heard again the haunting strains of the waltz that had always been his favorite and hers, and to which they had swayed in perfect unison. The opera and he seemed to see Sylvia in Aunt Daphne Van Horn's 101 THE THREE BIRCHES box, the latter woman in heavy brocade and ablaze with diamonds; and Sylvia, exquisitely beautiful in soft white satin and pearls. At first Mrs. Van Horn had received him gra- ciously, considering him merely in the light of an agreeable fellow who danced well, conversed well, and was too much a gentleman to presume to the hand of Sylvia, because his own possessions were so meager. That he had a heart she never doubted, but that he should presume to bestow it upon her niece why, really that was out of the question. No gentleman would so far forget himself. Mrs. Van Horn had a habit of looking upon those who possessed agreeable manners, but no wealth, as mere automatons who helped to make her parties successful, in return for the priceless honor of having received an invitation to be pres- ent. And whether it had been at the opera, at balls, or receptions, Jack had been aware of a great crowd with but one noticeable individual, Sylvia. Then he thought of that wonderful evening when she had told of the stormy scene with her aunt, when having acknowledged that she had given her love to Jack, Mrs. Van Horn had denounced Sylvia as a fool, had arraigned Jack as an upstart, ALONE WITH HIS THOUGHTS 103 and had wound up the interview by telling the girl that she did not know her own mind. " I'll not permit you to ruin your prospects by such an absurd union," Mrs. Van Horn had cried; whereat, Sylvia had told Jack that she had stoutly declared her love for him, and that she should marry no one else. "And I want only you, Jack; and one thing Aunt Daphne said was untrue," Sylvia had con- tinued. " She says if I marry you, Jack, she will disin- herit me, and that I'd find you different if I told you that, and you aren't different, dear. You're just the same." How lovingly she had nestled against him when he assured her that it was she, Sylvia Durant, that he wanted, and that he could in time make money enough to afford comfort, if not luxury. She had nestled yet closer, with a contented little sigh, murmuring that it was her own Jack, and not money that she wanted, and that Aunt Daphne could keep her wealth, for all she cared, and will it all to charity if she chose. ' What has come over Sylvia to so completely change her?" he whispered. Then aloud: " Once I was more to her than all the world. Now, to inherit a few hundred dollars, and this 104 THE THREE BIRCHES desolate old rookery, she is willing no, deter- mined to be parted from me for a year, barring the few weeks that have already passed." He thrust out his hands as if he thus might push the wretched thoughts from him, the gesture implying relinquishment rather than despair. He rose and went over to the window and, drawing aside the heavy curtain, looked out into the night. The storm was over, but the wind was still blowing almost a gale. Here and there a star peeped out overhead, now dimly seen, now brightly twinkling, alternately hidden and dis- played by the wind driven clouds. For a time he stood thus ; then, snuffing out the flickering candle, threw himself, still clothed, upon the bed, to rest but not to sleep. For hours he lay thus, thinking, thinking, so that while his muscles, tired by miles of tramping through the storm, were grateful for relaxation, his mind, when day broke, was far more weary than when he snuffed out the dancing flame. CHAPTER XIII THE DEPARTURE JACK arose when the gray light of dawn crept in at the window. Of what use was it to lie there, when sleep had deserted him? Impatient of the darkness that had failed to bring rest; impatient of the dawn that ushered in a new day with every detail of his disappointing visit clean cut and cruelly distinct, he heartily wished that breakfast were already over, the trip back to the city accomplished, and his hands and brain closely occupied with the two days' accumulated mail. Not that work, however engrossing, could blot out disappointment, grief, anger, loneliness. That he knew to be impossible, but there would be moments when matters requiring immediate atten- tion would, for the time, thrust personal interests aside, and he craved even those brief intervals of respite from harassing thoughts. There in the old house silence reigned. Neither team nor pedestrian broke the stillness of early morning. Jack opened" the chamber door softly and went down stairs not to the 105 io6 THE THREE BIRCHES room where, with his arms about Sylvia, he had talked of the joy of once more being with her, and she had nestled so lovingly beside him. In- stead, he turned sharply away from the living- room, and making his way along the dark old hall, drew the ponderous bolts on the oaken door, and went out on to the porch. The storm had drenched the garden, and now from every leaf a drop hung pendant. It seemed hardly worth while to walk along the path, damp under foot and overhung with dripping shrubbery. Leaning against the weather-beaten pillar, he watched the bees, already buzzing among the flowers. He thought of Sylvia, fair and graceful, her basket on her arm, gathering blossoms, in the hope that their color and fragrance might give a bit of cheer in the somber rooms. The strength of will that had resisted all his pleading was a new trait in Sylvia. Was it the " Durant will " that Mrs. Van Horn had so often mentioned? At first Sylvia had seemed excited as she had tried to combat his arguments and convince him that he should not try to persuade her to relinquish her avowed determination to comply with the terms of the will. As is ever the case, one word THE DEPARTURE 107 had led to another, until, hurt and angry, he had accused her of possessing a mercenary rather than a loving nature; whereat, Sylvia, instead of flush- ing with anger, had suddenly turned white, and had answered with a coldness that was new and strange. When he had turned to leave the room, he had fully believed that she would call him back, and retract, at least in part, the cold words that had cut so deeply, but she did not, and in silence they had parted for the night. A faint sound as of the handling of china, the first sound that he had heard in the house since he had risen, told that Aunt Zilla was preparing breakfast. He looked at his watch. In a little more than a half-hour the old stage-coach, if on time, would pass the door. " Better not waste much time primpin', young feller, fer we're right on time in the mornin'," Jim Jimson had shouted as Jack was leaving the coach on the night before. " Comin' from the deepot, we don't go nigh the Durant house, but in the mornin' we race clean by it, 'n' ye'll hev ter be right out in the road a-waitin' fer us ef ye want ter git aboard." Aunt Zilla, pausing on her way from kitchen to the dining-room, espied the wide open hall door. " Maybe they're out there a makin' up," she io8 THE THREE BIRCHES said softly, and added, ." Least ways, I hope so." She paused a moment, wondering if the two were in earnest conversation. " Dear, dear! I ought ter call 'em in. 'F I don't the stage'll arrive 'fore he's half through his breakfast," she whispered, " but I do hate ter go out there. Lovers ain't fond of bein' int'rupted." A moment longer she waited, then, without ad- vancing, she called: " Better come in ter break- fast! " Receiving no response, she called again, and a bit louder: " Breakfast is ready! " She gasped in astonishment when Jack entered the dining-room alone; she looked beyond him, sure that Sylvia must be deliberately loitering in the garden. " I've not seen Sylvia this morning," Stanwood said, as if in response to the question that he saw in the shrewd black eyes. " I'll call her," Aunt Zilla said; " she must have over slept." " Pray don't disturb her," he said so clearly, so coldly, that she resumed her seat from which she had partly risen. Then each made an effort to eat, and to appear as if unaware that one whom they both loved was deliberately absent from the table. THE DEPARTURE 109 And while the two sipped their coffee, and nib- bled at their toast, Sylvia, still wearing the white gown of the evening before, lay, in heavy slum- ber, just as she had thrown herself down upon her bed. She had sat in a low chair by the window for hours, hoping that the soft evening air would cool her burning cheeks, but the arguments, the stern rebuke accusing her of being selfish, and mercen- ary, the gross misunderstanding of her motives; these flitting through her tortured mind had made her head ache, and her cheeks far hotter than be- fore. Believing that she could not sleep, she had not undressed, but in her restless tossing upon her pillow, the pins that had held her bright hair in a loose coil at the base of her head, had worked themselves free, and the hair now lay a glittering mass upon her shoulders. It was not until nearly daylight that sleep, blessed sleep, came to blot out, for a time at least, the distracting thoughts that had made rest during the earlier hours of the night impossible. The time for Jack's departure was now so near at hand that at any moment the old stage-coach might ap- pear in sight, and still she lay motionless, heavily sleeping. no THE THREE BIRCHES " Hey, there ! Don't ye git rampageous ! Ye'll hev ter stop ef 'tis down-hill grade, 'cause there's a likely-lookin' chap wants ter, Oh, here ye be. Wai, climb aboard, now. There ain't a minute ter spare ef ye want ter ketch the train! " A hasty word to Aunt Zilla, a look into her eyes that showed her such genuine pain, that her sym- pathy shifted from Sylvia's to Jack's side of the argument, and he was off, Jim Jimson having started his horses before his new passenger was actually seated. As Aunt Zilla turned from the doorway, a slen- der white gowned figure with flying hair came running down the stairway. "Jack, oh Jack! " she cried, " Is he gone, or did I dream I heard the coach? Jack! " " Wai, yes, he's gone, an' with four horses ter drag it, I guess 'twouldn't pay ter try ter over- take the coach. The driver said they'd jest barely be in time ter ketch the train ef they didn't waste a minute." The girl stood looking at her as if scarcely com- prehending. " I wouldn't never hev believed ye'd stayed away from breakfast jest delib'rate, but hevin' stayed, what made ye change yer mind, an' come down? Why, Sylvia, why don't ye speak? Ye THE DEPARTURE in look like a ghost. Surely ye know 'twas strange ter come racin' down jest too late ter even say 1 good-by.' " But Sylvia, without replying, groped her way along the hall to the living-room, where, sinking into a reed chair near the window, she looked out on the dusty road, with eyes that saw neither sunlight nor shadow. Aunt Zilla, in the doorway, stood irresolute, wondering how to treat this new phase of a prob- lem which, ever since the day of their arrival, had puzzled her. On days when the girl had seemed cheerful, Aunt Zilla had gladly fallen in with her mood, but often there had been times, especially when stormy weather had shut them in, when all attempts at conversation had proved futile, and the older woman had relinquished the effort. At such times Sylvia was not moody. No one could justly have said that, but the atmosphere of the isolated house, the loneliness, the knowl- edge that for so long a time she must remain there, would prove so depressing that no topic suggested awakened a spark of interest. After a few moments' study of the girl's listless figure, Aunt Zilla retired to the kitchen, there to give vent to her feelings with silent walls for audience. She would have mentioned her opin- iia THE THREE BIRCHES ion of the situation to Sylvia, but she saw that it was hardly a fortunate time for airing her views. Having made much clatter among the dishes, she extended her hand toward the opposite wall as if she believed it capable of hearing, and proceeded to free her mind. "What's a body ter do in a case like this?" she asked. " Here's him gone, an' her as blue as a indigo-bag. Ye couldn't make her budge from this place, an' nothin' short o' that would satisfy him. He's a likely young chap as I ever see, an' she's a lovely girl, but she's got the Du- rant will, an' he's got some spunk, so there ye hev it, an' what's ter be did, I'd like ter know? " The four grimy walls of the little kitchen proved satisfying in place of a human auditor, and after a few moments she resumed. " She's been bright and cheery when the sun shone, but that was before he'd been here, an' they'd had a difference. How will she act now, I wonder? If anything I could do would cheer her, land knows I'd do it, but what would be the thing ter do ? I guess nobody could answer that," she concluded, and she finished the morning's tasks in silence, her monologue having apparently eased her mind. CHAPTER XIV HAUNTED THE soft haze of early morning had vanished before the warm sunlight that gilded all ob- jects its bright rays touched. Tall and dark, the great trees across the road caught never a sunbeam save upon their topmost branches, so that their lower limbs, their heavy trunks, and the stunted underbrush formed a dark and cheerless background for any object that chanced to stand out in the light. A single stalk of meadow-rue stood erect in the sunshine at the roadside, its feathery white blossoms and lace-like foliage contrasting sharply against the dark, shadow-haunted forest behind it. Sylvia's eyes had been looking out as if into space, her mind closely occupied with thoughts of one whom out of all the world she held dearest, and who now, hurt and angry, was speeding as rapidly as possible away from the village and the girl that he loved. Now that he believed her to be mercenary, and "3 ii4 THE THREE BIRCHES obstinate in her determination to win what he supposed to be but a miserable pittance, would he still care for her? Would his love still enfold her, or would his false estimate of her character and motives usurp the place in his heart that hitherto had been wholly her own ? Then doubt crept in. Had he, up to this time, been entirely her own? Had the wretched rumor uniting his name with Fanny Ardmore's been unfounded? A sharp pang at her heart told her how intense was her love for Jack Stanwood; how fearful a thing would be the loss of that love. Then, for the first time, the sun-kissed meadow-rue caught her attention, and she gazed at it, noting its slen- der grace, and beauty. A sigh escaped her lips the first sound that she had uttered since she had sat down by the open window. " I am like that," she whispered. " Straight and slender, alone, and with the dark background of Aunt Daphne's scorn, and in the immediate, foreground, Jack's anger, and a year to be en- dured in this terrible old house ! " After a time her eyes roved to a spot farther down the road where a slender white birch stood swaying in the rising breeze. " Or like that," she whispered, " for I am like HAUNTED 115 the birch, too. Every breeze stirs and rocks it. A gale would try to break it, and no other of its kind stands near to help it to withstand the buf- feting of wind or storm." It was not odd that Sylvia should make the comparison, for so great was her sense of utter loneliness that the blossoming weed, and single, slender birch seemed strikingly like herself in her present position. Aunt Zilla tiptoed softly from the kitchen out into the hall, glanced at the silent figure still sit- ting at the window, and as softly withdrew. " No use ter try ter talk ter her while she has any such thoughts as she 'pears ter hev naow," she said. " Mebbe by this time she's some re- gret-tin' keepin' away from breakfast an' lettin' a likely chap like that go off feelin' huffy." The cool of early morning had departed, and now the rays of the scorching sun beat down upon the road, making the deep, powdery dust as hot as if a furnace lay beneath it. A lean, overgrown lad, tall for his fourteen years, slouched along the road wincing when his bare foot discovered a sharp pebble, then tramp- ing more sturdily than before to imply that if any one imagined that he had flinched, that person was mistaken. Beside him trudged a small boy, who ii6 THE THREE BIRCHES appeared to feel highly honored that one who had attained the distinction of being fourteen years old would permit a little nine-year-old chap like him- self to walk and even talk with him. The over- grown lad would have scorned to admit that the intense heat was almost too much for him, but when the small boy cried : " Gee ! I got ter rest an' cool off," the older boy saw a chance to take the rest that he coveted, without loss of pride or dignity. "All right!" he said, "I could tramp along fer hours yet, but I don't want ter walk the feet off'n ye, so we'll set down here in the shadder fer a spell." They had been walking along close to the fence, unseen by Sylvia because of syringa bushes that overhung, and taller shrubs that made a sort of high, uneven hedge. For a time they were silent, then the sunlight, moving aslant the roadway, lay upon their bare feet and legs, a burning band. They crept farther along, still beneath the shelter of overhanging shrubbery, until they were well out of the reach of the sun, and leaning back against the fence, resumed their conversation. They were now nearly opposite the open win- dow where Sylvia sat, and though unseen by her, their words were clearly audible. HAUNTED 117 " Well, 'tis haunted. My granther says so, an' I guess he knows." It was the older boy who spoke as with au- thority; and with the evident intention of con- vincing his companion that he knew whereof he spoke, he continued: " An' he remembers when he was a young man, he went out one night ter meet a feller he knew, an' the way he'd be 'bliged ter go, he'd pass the ol' house; they was no way o' dodgin' it, " " What d'he see? " questioned the eager young- ster. " Aw, wait 'til I git ter it, can't ye? " snarled the narrator. After an irritating pause, made not only for effect, but designed to punish the impatient one, he continued: " Wai, granther says he did hate to pass the house like pizen, but he had to, to keep the 'pintment with the feller what he knew would be waitin' fer him up the road, so he grabbed the stick he held in his hand tighter, an' thought ef he stepped pretty lively, mebbe he'd git by 'fore any- thing happened." Again there was a pause, but this time the small boy, because of the recent sharp rebuke, remained silent. With the unreasonableness frequently u8 THE THREE BIRCHES seen in adults, the lad, previously annoyed by in- terruption, was now offended because none oc- curred. He frowned at his young companion. The small boy took the hint. "G'wan!" he said. " Oh, d'ye want ter hear what happened? " "'Course I do. G'wan, do!" the small boy urged. Thus flattered, he resumed. " Wai, 'fore granther reached the house, he see lights appearin' an' dis'pearin', but he kept right on, an' jest as he reached the gate, this gate next where we're set- tin', the light flared up in all the winders, and he heard kind er soft music o' violins an' harps. He was some scared, fer they hadn't nobody lived in that house fer years 'n' years, an' he knew nobody hadn't moved in, fer he'd passed the house 'bout five o'clock an' 'twas jest as empty as it had al- ways been. There, what d'ye think o' that? " " My! I'll bet his hair stood on end! " was the answer, in an awed voice ; then wishing to have a share in the telling, he added: " My grandma says she remembers when some one lived there, but she's forgotten who." " Yer grandmother's got a gret mem'ry, 'ain't she, Bub? " sneered the big boy, and the small boy made no further attempt to add to the story. HAUNTED 119 He could not, however, refrain from asking a question. "Did he git by?" "Ye're a little greeny! Ef he hadn't got by that time, how'd he be tellin' me 'bout it ter-day? Wai, he took what courage he had, and started ter walk past this gate, the one next where we're settin', and jest when he was in front o' it, a white hand reached out through the picket ter grab him ! Granther says he give one yell, an' raced by, but when he reached the place up the road where he 'xpected ter find his friend waitin' fer him, the feller wan't there, and he wa'n't never seen again, an' hain't been heard from, from that day ter this. Come on ! Pa'll give me fits ef I ain't home pooty soon. He's got a job in pickle fer me that I don't hanker fer, darn it." They sprang to their feet, and tramped off up the road. Sylvia had heard every word, and although she knew it to be an absurd tale, the fabrication of some superstitious villager who enjoyed the sen- sation that such a story would awaken, yet she could not shake off its uncanny influence, and ear- nestly she wished that she had not heard it. She resolved not to repeat it. Aunt Zilla, already convinced that the place was haunted, because of 120 THE THREE BIRCHES the strange sounds that from time to time echoed through the house, needed no such tale as the young lad had told to strengthen her conviction, or confirm her statements. Would she hear the tale from some other inhabitant? CHAPTER XV OPINION GRATIS AGAIN Aunt Zilla turned her attention to- ward the living-room, but this time she did not " tiptoe " as before. Instead she ad- vanced with determined tread, coming to a full stop directly in front of Sylvia. In her left hand she held a mass of weeds that she had uprooted, in her right a pair of rusty shears. " Sylvia, ye must rouse yerself. Ye can't set there all day like that. Not that there's any- thing ye need do, but ye'll get no good out o' worryin' over things that's did, fer what's did is did, while there's a chance that some day when the spirit moves ye, ye kin ww-do it, but jest now I want ter ask ye: Did ye hear the yarn 'bout this place them young chaps was tellin'? " " Yes, and I wish I'd not heard it," the girl said in a low voice. " I hoped ye hadn't heard it," the older woman replied, " but I was sure ye had. I didn't see them boys as they came along, fer I was on my knees 121 122 THE THREE BIRCHES in the garding, a choppin' off some tall weeds that looked jest a bit wuss'n the others, an' all at once I heard voices. I'd half a mind ter tell 'em ter stop, drive 'em off, an' tell 'em ter keep away f'm here, but some way I didn't. The place is none too pleasant as 'tis, an' so we don't need the ill will of any of the critters that live here, man or beast. Like 'nough if I'd druv 'em off they'd come back at nightfall ter scare us with some outlandish trick." " It was best to say nothing to them," Sylvia replied. " Doubtless I was foolish to heed what they told, but I was sufficiently unhappy be- fore they sat down by the gateway to talk, and I surely am not cheered by the knowledge that this old place has the reputation of being haunted. It's odd," she continued, " that you were hoping that I had not heard it, at about the same time that I was wishing that their story might not have reached your ears. I did not dream that you were in the garden, and so near them." Deciding that there was no time like the pres- ent for doing what she considered her duty, Aunt Zilla seated herself upon the extreme edge of an old flag-seated chair, and proceeded to express her opinion, which, however, had not been asked. Her left hand still clutched the clump of uprooted OPINION GRATIS 123 weeds, her right held the rusty shears with which she gesticulated, to enforce her meaning. " Speakin' 'bout bein' unhappy, Sylvia, I know ye're lonesome here all the time, an' no wonder, but as ter this morning's unpleasantness, ye can't blame a feller what's possessed of any brain at all, ef he goes off some vexed when you, the one he come ter see, let him eat his breakfast alone, an' then don't even appear ter say ' good-by,' until it's too late ter see him, which don't count fer much! " Sylvia turned from the window, and for the first time faced Aunt Zilla. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes, bright as stars, were dark and angry. CHAPTER XVI FOR JACK'S SAKE AS suddenly as the color had suffused her cheeks, it receded, leaving her paler than before, and her eyes that for a second had flashed fire, now held a look of quiet deter- mination. " It's no use, Aunt Zilla," she said. " You are blaming me without fully understanding the situa- tion. That is exactly what Jack is doing. I have already told you, and I believe you remem- ber it, that this old house is but a small part of the property. I am sure that I told you that be- side thirty thousand dollars deposited in banks, there is real estate in New York, the value of which is yet to be determined. Jack believes that this weather-beaten house, and possibly a small sum of money, is the tempting prize for which I am obstinately staying here, thus making us both miserable." " Sylvia Durant, ye're the queerest girl I ever see. There's plenty o' good points in ye, that 124 FOR JACK'S SAKE 125 make me love ye, but here an' there there's an odd streak I can't noways understand. Per massy's sake, what is yer object in keepin' Jack in the dark, a lettin' him think ye're stayin' here, and keeping the two of ye apart fer the sake o' win- nin' what's next ter nothin' at all. Sylvia, hev ye any reason fer not tellin' him? Ef ye hev, I'd like ter hear it." " Aunt Daphne Van Horn was determined that I should marry, not Jack whom I love with all my heart, but a man whom she had chosen for me, simply and solely because he was wealthy. When I refused, she was furious. She threatened to disinherit me, saying that that would bring me to terms. She accused Jack, my Jack, of caring for me because he believed me to be sole heir to her wealth, and said that when he learned that none of her fortune was coming to me, he'd lose his in- terest." " But Sylvia, girl, I can't b'lieve he'd change toward ye fer any such reason as that. I said the minute I set eyes on him : ' That chap is true blue,' an' I still think so." " So do I, Aunt Zilla, but Jack does not know how tempting is the prize that I can win, if my courage is equal to the test. I must abide by the terms of the will to obtain it, or, failing to do so, 126 THE THREE BIRCHES forfeit all claim to the property. I know you wonder why I've not told Jack, and I'll tell you now just why I have kept silent. " If, when the year has passed, I have been so stanch, so faithful that I have, in spite of the fear, the loneliness, remained here as Aunt Sylvia stipu- lated, the prize will be mine. That prize I have coveted; that with it fairly won, and actually in my possession, I shall be able to refuse Aunt Daphne's words that, ever since she uttered them, have rung in my ears. ' You are not quite penniless,' she said, ' but your property is so small that you will be a burden to a poor man, a drag, a foil to his ambition. Your tastes are expensive. To be sure, that is my fault,' she said, ' for I have fostered, and gratified them; but tell me, Sylvia, what can you do to help make a poor man's home comfortable?' It was a cruel speech, but it was the truth. What could I do to lessen expenses for Jack? I could not cook, I've never tried to make a single article of clothing, and I am not sure that I could mend neatly. My cheeks burned with anger, called forth in part by the contemptuous speech, but largely by the fact that my own heart acknowl- edged the truth of her words although I said never a word that admitted that. FOR JACK'S SAKE 127 " I was angry that I could not say one word in my own behalf. Aunt Daphne laughed. ' You are well fitted to be the wife of the man that I chose for you, but you are incompetent to deal with problems that would daily confront you in the simple home that Jack Stanwood could pro- vide. Why, Sylvia, you have always had a maid to help you dress. Think of that! As a poor man's wife, you'd be a joke, a hindrance.' " I dared not mention Jack's warm and loving heart, or to say that I knew that he would be patient with me, while I was learning to be his helpmate. I did not insist, as I had often done before, that love was far dearer than money, for you know, as all in our family have known, that the reason that Aunt Daphne and Aunt Sylvia could never agree was because Aunt Sylvia loved her husband dearly, and after he passed away, she seemed to care for nothing that for- merly had held her interest. " Aunt Daphne married for money, and when she found herself alone in the world, she plunged into the gay social whirl, seeming more infatuated with it than ever. Aunt Sylvia, true-hearted, sin- cerely grieving for the one whom she had loved so ardently, declared Aunt Daphne's course a dis- grace, and an exhibition of flightiness, that be- ia8 THE THREE BIRCHES spoke great lack of respect for the one who so re- cently had been taken from her. Aunt Daphne returned the compliment by calling Aunt Sylvia an absurd and foolish recluse, and the two sisters never met again." Aunt Zilla had been listening with rapt atten- tion, never once had she ventured to interrupt. At times, when especially moved, she had waved the handful of wilted, dangling weeds, and once she had carved the air with the shears, but her parted lips and the twinkle in her sharp black eyes told plainer than words that she was fully in sym- pathy with the girl whose friend and companion she had promised to be. * Ye're sweet-tempered, Sylvia, an' ye're bright an' quick ter learn, so, in my opinion, ye'd be a blessin' ter whoever ye choose ter wed." " I could learn, I believe, to do all the tasks for which Aunt Daphne declared me to be unfit, but I'd not be doing right to let the prize slip through my fingers that would insure freedom from anxiety for Jack." " But ye hain't yet told me yer other reason fer tryin' ter win it," cried Aunt Zilla, " an' not tellin' Jack." " I will tell you," Sylvia said, " and that is wholly for Jack's sake. Jack now believes, as FOR JACK'S SAKE 129 I said a short time ago, that this old house and a wee bit of money is all that keeps me here. Aunt Zilla, I want him to continue to 'think that, even though it makes me look small and grasp- ing to make the sacrifice of living here to attain, apparently, so little. " When the property is mine, I can surprise him with the size of my acquired possessions, but greater still will be my delight, when I can tell Aunt Daphne that Jack never dreamed the size of my little inheritance; that he believed me to be foolishly faithful in acceding to Aunt Sylvia's wishes; that throughout the year he supposed that my reward would be meager; that he waited for me because his love was sincere; and that he did not wish to wait, but would gladly have married me on the day that she threatened to cut me off penniless." A loud knock at the back door startled Sylvia, while Aunt Zilla dropped both the weeds and the rusty shears. "Would ye answer the knock?" she whis- pered. CHAPTER XVII A PROPHET AT THE DOOR WOODBINE overhung the doorway whence the knock had sounded, and tall, heavy shrubbery bordered each side of the walk, so that the entrance was barely visible from the road, unless one knew it to be there, and looked for it. Aunt Zilla, on her way through the house, mut- tered remonstrance : " What ever possessed any one to come pokin' round the house ter hunt fer a door to knock on? " The rusty bolt at first resisted her effort to push it aside, the sagging door dragged on the sill. Then, unexpectedly it gave way, and opened, dis- closing a singular-looking individual standing on the walk and looking up at Aunt Zilla with a va- cant stare. His coat and trousers were of a rusty hue, bespeaking long service; his hat, an ancient derby, matched their tints to a nicety; but the strangest part of his costume was a length of 130 A PROPHET AT THE DOOR 131 gayly flowered calico that was thrown over his shoulder as if intended for a mantle. Espying the tall, angular woman in the door- way, he removed his hat, and stood waiting, as if he expected her to bid him welcome. ' Was't you that knocked?" she asked, sharply. The fellow nodded. "Well, what d'ye want?" " I'm a prophet, an' I've come ter warn ye, an' woe unto ye if ye don't attend. This house is but a temp'rary abode, an' when the crack o' doom sounds, this dwellin', an' them that's in it will go up in smoke! " His voice, when he had commenced speaking, had been low, and its tone monotonous, but the last word burst from his lips in a shriek, so un- expected that Aunt Zilla actually jumped, at the same instant uttering a shrill cry keyed to the same pitch as that of the last word of the prophecy. I{ No use ter take on like that, or ter jump about friv'lous, but prepare fer the day o' wrath when in flames the " " Crazy as a loon ! " whispered Aunt Zilla, closing and securely bolting the door, and then cautiously peering from the window to learn if 132 THE THREE BIRCHES the strange being had departed. A jar holding tall stalks of phlox stood on the window sill, form-i ing a screen from behind which she watched. Out on the walk the man stood and for a mo- ment regarded the closed door as if believing that it might again open. He seemed not to be angry, but rather as if vaguely wondering that his prophecy had received no applause, had awakened no enthusiasm. When, however, it dawned upon him that the door was to remain closed, he threw his arms above his head, and, after holding the pose for a moment, dropped them at his side, bowed his head, and chanted a few notes, as if in incantation. Then uttering one long note, like an outcry, he shook his head, and turning, walked down the path to the gate. He paused there, and thrusting his hand into his coat pocket, drew forth a handful of ashes with which he bestrewed his unkempt locks. Again he looked fixedly at the closed door, then strode off down the dusty road, the gayly colored calico mantle fluttering behind him, as if waving adieu. Aunt Zilla dropped on the nearest chair. " What next? " she said. Sylvia, appearing in the doorway, wondered what had startled her. "Who tapped at the door?" she asked. A PROPHET AT THE DOOR 133 " Why, Aunt Zilla, you look as if you had been frightened. It wasn't the strange-looking man that I saw a moment ago going up the road, was it?" Aunt Zilla nodded. * Yes, an' he's as crazy as a loon," she replied, " and I wish I thought this would be the last time we'd see him, but I don't. I b'lieve we'll be pes- tered with him from now on." Sylvia tried to speak lightly. " Oh, perhaps not," she said, although the pros- pect of frequent calls from a lunatic was anything but cheering, and if he were resident in the town, why might he not feel like calling if he happened to be passing? " Why did you think him insane ? " Sylvia asked. " Did he talk strangely? " "Did he? Why, Sylvia, he thinks he's a prophet! " Aunt Zilla forgot her resolve to tell the girl nothing that could frighten her, and she described the happening in detail, watching Sylvia closely the while, as if to note what impression the recital made. As the girl stood quietly listening, her face gave no hint of the anxiety within her. " Only we two in this big, lonely house," she thought, " and a man of unsound mind, liable, on 134 THE THREE BIRCHES any day or evening, for that matter, to knock at either of our three doors for admittance, and Jack so far away! " She caught her breath. An appalling sense, greater than ever before, of the utter loneliness of the situation, of their absolute inability to pro- tect themselves from any one who might choose to annoy them, swept over her, and for a mo- ment she could not speak. Aunt Zilla, believing that her description of the happening had failed to impress the girl because it had not been sufficiently harrowing, proceeded to repeat the man's alleged prophecy, laying great stress upon the fact that he had seemed dis- pleased, and that he had left the house muttering. Sylvia was vainly endeavoring to summon sufficient bravery to speak boldly, when, suddenly, help came from an unexpected quarter. Laddie had all this time been lazily dreaming the hours away, sprawled luxuriously on a braided rug in the upper hall, whence he had taken him- self to sleep off the effect of an over-generous breakfast. He now appeared in the doorway be- side Sylvia, rubbing against her, and looking up at her with eyes that bespoke his faithful love. A sense of having suddenly found a protector whom, for the moment, she had forgotten dwelt A PROPHET AT THE DOOR 135 beneath the roof, gave her new courage, and she spoke bravely. ' The man who so frightened you may be harmless, even if unbalanced; and in any event, remember, we have Laddie, and no one would harm us with Laddie here." Aunt Zilla looked at the dog, and an expression of relief passed over her face, followed, a second later, by a shadow of doubt. " I do'no' how much of a pertector he'd be," she said dubiously. " He seems too gentle ter defend anything, 'less it might be a bone that he didn't want some other dog ter git away from him, but he looks well here, an' he's got a power- ful bark. I declare if I'd thought of him, I'd have called him out ter the door ter int'view the prophet, an' I'd seen what he'd do." Laddie's sudden appearance in the doorway had surely cheered them. CHAPTER XVIII A REBUFF EARLY morning, dew-laden, and with the scent of flowers in the air, found Sylvia down in the riotous little garden, feeling happier than when, from her chamber window, she had looked out upon the mass of varied color. Her soft muslin gown clung to her slender fig- ure, showing its grace, its rounded beauty as she walked slowly up one weed-grown path and down another, gathering the finest blossoms that there might be some bits of cheering color in the gloomy rooms. Always it had been her habit to sing softly over little tasks, but she seemed to have forgotten to sing. There was no piano in the old house, but had there been one, she was hardly in the mood for music. One sings when light- hearted, and Sylvia Durant had not been truly light-hearted since " The Three Birches " had sheltered her. Now that Jack had come and gone; gone, and without a word from her at part- ing because, in her extreme weariness of mind and 136 A REBUFF 137 body, she had overslept, she was more lonely than before. What was life without Jack? Tears filled the sweet eyes, brimmed over, and plashed upon the flowers in her hand. "How-d'yedo!" " Oh, who can that be, and to have caught me crying! " she thought, and bending yet lower over the flowers she seemed not to have heard. " Good morning." This time it was useless to pretend that she did not hear, unless she wished to imply that she was stone-deaf, for the words were clearly spoken. She turned to reply. It was fortunate that Luke Elmore was not sensitive, for surely the expres- sion that followed the first glance of surprise on Sylvia's face was not one of delight. " Good morning," she said in a low voice, and continued gathering flowers, as if she expected him to pass. " I came to ask if I might take you for a drive this afternoon? " He saw the quick flush on her cheek, and added: "Oh, not because I think my company would give you great pleasure, but because there are parts of Blossomville that are prettier than this, and as they are too far from here for a 138 THE THREE BIRCHES walk, I asked you to make the little trip in my buggy." " Thank you," she said, " but I cannot go. I have something that I must do this afternoon." She disliked the man, and found it difficult to hide her disgust for his abundant confidence, his persistence at times when it seemed incredible that he could not realize that his attention vexed her. Hunger for Jack, grieving because apart from him, made Elmore's persistence almost unbear- able. It was impossible to discourage him. Rarely was there a day that he did not loiter in passing. Usually he remained to chat. His first ad- vances had been made, he had declared, in neigh- borly spirit. He had professed great sympathy with their loneliness, and fear in the old house. He had listened with apparent interest to Aunt Zilla's complaining of the terrifying noises that she declared kept her " nerves on the jump." He had searched the premises in the hope of finding the cause of the disturbing sounds that had earned for the " Three Birches " the reputation of being haunted. These efforts had won for him the approval of Aunt Zilla. Sylvia had at first felt very grateful for his many kindly acts, but when it became only too evident that his neigh- A REBUFF 139 borly interest was assumed for the sole purpose of forcing a more intimate acquaintance with her- self, she drew back, and thereafter, when he came in for a " neighborly call," he had the uninter- rupted opportunity of being as neighborly as he liked with Aunt Zilla. Sylvia was determined not to be openly rude to man, woman, or child whom she might chance to meet in Blossomville, but she was equally de- termined to repulse any curious questioner, and to the doughty squire to turn the cold shoulder per- sistently. Therefore, when the basket that hung from her arm was well filled with the flowers that she had been gathering, she turned toward Elmore, who, still leaning upon the fence, had been ad- miringly regarding her, and said coolly : ; ' I am going in now to arrange these flowers, and there are other things I must do. Good morn- ing." She went slowly up the path to the porch. He should not accuse her of childishly running away. He regarded her in amazement. It was un- believable that there existed a girl who would not welcome nay, be eager for any attention that he might choose to bestow. "What have I done?" he asked as an over- grown lad might have asked it. 140 THE THREE BIRCHES " Nothing whatever," she said, not pausing, but looking over her shoulder as she neared the porch, " but I must go in now." He laughed. " I feel as if / must, too," with a clumsy effort to take the evident rebuff play- fully. "I have some letters to write," she said; " Good morning." He watched the graceful figure as it ascended the steps, crossed the porch, and vanished in the hall, the great door swinging to, but not latching. Vaguely he wondered if she would relent, and return to the porch for a word with him, lest her coolness might lose for her his friendship. From the time that he had scraped together the small sum that had purchased a tiny farm to the present time, when he held the coveted reputation of being the one moneyed man of Blossomville, he had been flattered by his neighbors, until he believed his friendship to be a priceless boon that he could bestow or withhold at will, thus causing unspeakable happiness or absolute despair. Believing the old house to be Sylvia's sole in- heritance, he considered that the girl was reck- lessly standing in her own light. That she cared for another never entered his stolid mind. Her slender left hand wore no emblem to show that her A REBUFF 141 heart was pledged to another; therefore, he had never questioned if she were free. His was a stubborn nature, used to carrying out whatever his mind conceived to be to his advantage. Probably if a rumor of her love for Stanwood had reached him, it would not have prevented a determination upon his part to win her. He had come to believe that because he had succeeded in one thing, nothing existed that he could not con- quer and make his own. Looking up from the desk where she sat writ- ing, Sylvia was amazed and angry to see the Squire, still leaning upon the fence, and looking toward the house. The letter, a rather long one, written in reply to one from her lawyer, was nearly finished, and she had intended taking it at once to the office. Again she glanced toward the window at the far end of the room. From where she sat he could not see her. Sylvia realized that he was hoping that, if he waited patiently, she might reappear. " This ought to be mailed at once," she whis- pered; then with a smart tap of her little foot, she added: " but I won't go out to mail it while he's out there, if I have to wait all day. He'd tramp all the way to the store and back again with me, and I can't bear that." CHAPTER XIX BUSYBODIES THE dusty road gleamed white in the sun- shine, and the high blueberries that grew in the field beyond turned their bloom- covered berries to court its rays, or to attract the attention of two old women who were working as if in frantic haste to fill their pails. A long time they had picked in silence, the drop- ping of the berries upon the bottom of their tin pails making a lonesome note, the only sound that broke the stillness. The heat was intense. A great crow flew cawing overhead, but the smaller birds were silent. A hot breeze, laden with the fragrance of the pines on a little distant knoll swept across the field, and blew back the flapping brim of the sunbonnet from the face of the one who was apparently the elder of the two, showing a thin dark countenance lighted by a pair of bright black eyes, whose expression of cunning, 142 BUSYBODIES 143 together with the thin-lipped, tightly closed mouth, gave a face which was rather unpleasant to con- template. The other woman, as she turned to drop an- other handful of berries into her pail, glanced at her companion with a look of mingled curiosity and impatience. She was a stout, elderly woman with a mild, characterless face, whose only expres- sion, if it could be said to have any, was that of in- quisitiveness that had long been chronic. After waiting with ill-concealed annoyance, she extended a pudgy fore-finger, and poking it directly under the brim of her companion's sunbonnet, ejaculated: " Dorcas Dale, be ye asleep, er hev ye forgot what ye was goin' ter tell me? " " I wa'n't asleep, an' I hain't forgot what I had ter tell. I was jest waitin' till I'd got good'n' ready," snapped the offended Dorcas. " No 'fense, I'm sure," was the answer, " only I thought I'd like ter hear it, whatever 'twas." The older woman, somewhat mollified, hung her pail on a short sturdy twig, and facing about remarked: " 'P'raps it won't be new ter ye, that the ' Three Birches,' has got a tenant, but I'll bet ye hain't seen 'em yet, an' I hev! " " I know they's a gal, an' a skinny woman, but haow they ever dared ter come there, or hevin' H4 THE THREE BIRCHES arriv', haow they darest ter stay beats me," was the answer, " but that ain't news, Dorcas, fer we've known that since we heared it the day after they fust come." Her voice bespoke disappointment. She had expected a rare bit of gossip. " What I jest said ain't news, but what I've got ter tell is! The gal is a beauty, an' the thin woman looks ekal ter the job er keepin' house fer her, which is likely what she's there fer, an' they do say Squire Luke Elmore is jest tremenjous taken with her," Dorcas concluded. " With which, Dorcas? " whined the other im- patiently. " With the gal, an' Keziah, they do say the gal ain't at all took with him." "Well, why should she be?" Keziah asked coolly. " He's middlin' plain." " He's got means! " cried Dorcas, with as de- termined a voice as if lack of admiration for the Squire were a personal injury to herself. " Means! " drawled Keziah. " Why, Dorcas, a pretty gal likes money, of course. The two seem ter go tergether, but if she has ter choose one or t'other, she'll choose the poor feller what's some takin', an' let the dull clumsy feller with the money slide ! But, say ! Don't ye wonder BUSYBODIES 145 if they ain't scaret with the noises that folks keeps tellin' is soundin' there jest continooal? " " Everybody ain't as sup'stitious as you be," retorted Dorcas, " but speakin' fer myself, I can't say I should hanker ter stop there over night." " I guess not," said Keziah, her colorless eyes showing absolute terror at the thought. " 'Twa'n't more'n three months ago that ol' Abram Frickson was passin' there at twilight," she continued, " an' he heared all sorts o' noises comin' from garret to cellar, an' tho' he had con- sid'ble rheumatiz, he cut fer home like mad, an' he ain't walked past there since. 'Bout a week before these folks ye're talkin' of moved in, Zeke Johnson's boy was up by there, a-drivin' one o' the cows home that had strayed away, an' he seen lights 'way up in the cupelow, an' he licked that cow, an' they made fer home at 'bout the same speed that ol' Frickson did, an' the neighbors say ye couldn't tell when they reached home, which was the most scaret the boy or the cow. I tell ye, I wouldn't go nigh that place fer any- thing." ' Wai, I would, an' I'm go'm' ter! " announced Dorcas. "Ye don't mean it!" her sister cried. "Ye wouldn't never dare ventur there." 146 THE THREE BIRCHES " Yes I would, as I said afore," Dorcas re- torted sharply, " an' I'm goin' up there ter call an' see her, no them, jest as soon as I git my best dress done that I'm turnin' an' makin' over as I git time." '' What be ye goin' fer? " Keziah ven- tured mildly, adding with more spirit: "They mightn't be int'rested ter see ye." " I ain't goin' 'cause I think they're achin' ter see me," was the cool response. " I'm goin' ter see what the gal looks like that knocked Luke Elmore all of a heap. He's been needin' some er the starch taken out'n him fer some time, 'n' I've always been 'bout wild ter see the inside er that old house. Old Mrs. Durant, when she lived there, didn't want ter know any er the Blossomville res'dents, an' she didn't spare nary effort that would make 'em r^lize that callers wouldn't be welcome." " I'm as curus ter see the inside o' the ' Three Birches ' as you be, but there ain't nothin' that could tempt me ter ventur inside the door." Dorcas turned toward her sister a- face that definitely expressed her disgust. " I guess I'm ekal ter goin' alone, ef I see fit," she said coolly, " an' this I'll .tell ye : Ef my dress is done by Saturday, I shall put it on, an' go BUSYBODIES 147 straight over there ter make a call on 'em, sure's my name's Dorcas Dale ! " Keziah felt that something must be done to dissuade her sister from running the fearful risk of entering the old house that all Blossomville believed to be haunted. With much effort she bent her bulky form that she might set her pail upon the grass, then straightened up, and laying her hand upon her sister's arm, spoke more ear- nestly than before. " Look here, Dorcas, I wish ye'd give up the notion 'bout makin' that call. There ain't no use in it, an' I don't want ye harmed. Ye know the last pusson that went there, afore these new folks come, was ol' Bar- bara, that ol' What's-his-name, the lawyer, sent ter clean the place up after Mis' Durant, what up an' died, had went. I guess nobody hain't fergot what happened. Ol' Barbara went in, jest shiverin' with fear. Bein' some orderly, she meant ter start at the attic, an' clean clear through down ter the cellar, but she didn't, an' ye well know why. The attic was full o' bats, an' one on' em flew off with her wig, an' she raced from the house, an' went tearin' up the road, bare- headed as ol' Deacon Leffinton, nary a spear o' hair on her head, an' her a screamin' an' cryin' that a witch was after her." 148 THE THREE BIRCHES " As I ain't wearin' a wig, it stands ter reason I ain't 'fraid er losin' one, an' I'm jest de-tar- mined ter call there ! " Dorcas replied stoutly. " Wai, I wish ye joy! " cried Keziah, angrily, annoyed that her advice had made no impression. For a long time neither woman spoke, each applying herself to the task of filling her pail, until suddenly the sound of wheels approaching attracted their attention, and Keziah turned her bulky form around so hastily that she hit her pail, and barely escaped spilling her berries. " Good land ! It's nothin' but the coach, with Jim Jimson atop of it. By the way ye nudged me ter look at it, I didn't s'pose it was anything less'n somebody's shay!" "Did ye see the gal in it?" Dorcas asked eagerly. "Dioking fixedly at the lovely face, then: " Sylvia, girl," he said, " there are a few things I want to say to you; things that I intend you, and only you to know. I have suffered much since I last saw you." She was about to speak, but he lifted his hand, as a sign that he would continue: " I was not referring to the accident, but rather to the mental suffering I endured between that day at twilight, when you left me on the bridge, and the day when Firefly threw me. ''I was hurt and angry, angry with you, with Blossomville, with all the world, Sylvia. Dur- ing those days, rumor told me that, somewhere, 374 THE THREE BIRCHES there was a lucky man who held you dearest out of all the world, and to whom your own pure heart had been given before I ever knew you. Sylvia, was that true? " The fine head nodded assent, but the eyes avoided his. Pity for the wretched man filled her heart. A lump in her throat made it impossible for her to speak. " Look up, Sylvia, little girl. I can bear it better now, for since I've been lying here, I've learned much. I can not understand why I had to learn that love can not be gained by compulsion; that it must be gently won. My heart was filled with a desire for venegance, on that day when I rode out onto the highway. In my ugly mood I forgot to guide my horse. As Firefly took me through the lonely forest, I was conscious of in- tense hatred for my rival, whoever he might be. Just at that time, I believe that there existed noth- ing that I did not hate ! " Listen, girl ! You wouldn't think any decent man could dream of so evil a thing as setting a trap for one whom he had never seen, yet that is what I longed to do. My heart was full of bit- terness. I vowed to know the day and hour when he would come to ' The Three Birches,' and if he RETRIBUTION 375 would come from the station across the meadow- land. I wondered how I could learn these things. I must not be caught watching, and I could not trust Giles. " Sometimes I think I must, at that time, have been almost beside myself. Then came the plunge from the saddle. While I lay out there in the storm, pinned so securely beneath the tree that I could not free myself, I could only lie there and think. "I did think! ' This is retribution ! ' I said. I knew suf- fering such as I had been willing to inflict upon another. Sylvia, there is one thing that I want you to believe. I thought only of harm- ing him, but not once while I was brooding and jealous did it occur to me that in harming him I should be grieving you. !< I was selfish, cruel, contemptible. Sylvia, I've suffered so much, and so regret all my harsh- ness, my bitterness, that now, from my heart I can truthfully say : * I am sorry,' and I want, I crave your forgiveness. ;< I wish you all happiness, and every good gift that Heaven may send you, Sylvia, girl. I am very tired now, I must rest, but before you go, Sylvia, can you tell me I am forgiven? " 376 THE THREE BIRCHES Gently she took the proffered hand, and a tear fell softly upon it. " I do, indeed, forgive you," she said earnestly. He looked so weak, so unlike himself, it seemed idle to express a hope of his recovery; but before she could think of a comforting word to say, the doctor entered, and she went out into the hall, the housekeeper following her to the door. ' The doctor said he oughtn't ter have had any callers," she said, in a loud whisper, " but I told him he made Giles send for yer, an' he says, says he: " ' Don't let any one else in ter talk ter him 'til I say so.' ' CHAPTER XLVI WHEN LONGING TRIUMPHED SYLVIA breathed a sigh of relief when she was once more out on the road, and walk- ing briskly away from the Elmore place. She felt as if she had just awakened from an un- pleasant dream. Pity had driven fear from her heart when she had entered the sick man's room, but with pity had come a sense of deep depression. The sick man had made his confession, had hum- bly begged for forgiveness, and she had felt, as she looked down at his pale face, his earnest eyes, that but a few days of life were left for him. It had been a dreadful thing to see a man so changed, so weakened, especially when the man had been so rugged a specimen of humanity. Again she paused on the bridge, and looked down into the rippling stream. An hour earlier she had stood thus, filled with dread of the interview. Now, as she watched the amber sunlight danc- ing far below the surface on the bed of the stream, a strange feeling of apprehension, a dread of 377 378 THE THREE BIRCHES the approaching date, that hitherto had held for her a promise of happiness, came over her. Why did she shiver? She was not cold. There were two reasons for a dread of the long- anticipated day. The first, and less important, was the opening of that closed door, on the other side of which lay that silent, darkened room, and the secret that it held. The second, upon which her loving heart dwelt with increasing anxiety, was the question if, when that day arrived, Jack, so long silent, would come to her. No word had yet come in reply to either of the two letters that she had sent, the first retracting her earlier statement that he must refrain from coming to " The Three Birches," lest he be tempted to beg her to relinquish her determination to remain at the old house for the prescribed time. She had felt that for the short time remaining, she could withstand his pleading, and she had written lovingly, tenderly. The second, when longing for him, had put pride to flight, and she had begged him to come to her. That, too, had been ignored, and anger had forced her pride to assert itself. LONGING TRIUMPHED 379 A long time she stood leaning upon the railing, still looking down, apparently lost in thought. When she turned toward " The Three Birches," there was a look of resolution in the clear eyes that told of a new view of some vexed question. Her step was lighter. There was burning color in each cheek, and she seemed full of suppressed ex- citement as if she had found a new way out of an old difficulty. Aunt Zilla had gone to the store, and on the table in the living-room she had left a little note, saying that she had thought of some things that were needed in the house, and had gone over to the " square " to get them. Sylvia hurried to her room, and soon at her desk was writing, writing, the pen seeming fairly to fly over the paper. The first letter was soon written, and enclosed in its envelope, carefully addressed, and a stamp affixed. The second epistle was evidently written with more care. Often she paused, a tender light in her eyes ; then again she would bend over the page, and, for a time, the scratching of the pen would appear to be endeavoring to outdo the ticking of the little clock on the top of the desk. It was a long letter, but, when she carefully read 380 THE THREE BIRCHES it over, it was apparently to her liking, for she touched it lightly with her lips, a lingering caress; then placed it in its envelope, saw that the address was correct, put a stamp upon it, and tucked it into her girdle. With the other letter in her hand, she went down to the hall. On the lower stair she paused, then retracing her steps, she opened both letters, and laid them upon the desk before her. She had a nervous fear that she had written in haste, and that consequently the letter to her lawyer might have been more concisely expressed. Far greater was her anxiety regarding the letter to Jack. She must read it again. His letter should be so written that whether angry, or coldly indifferent, he would feel com- pelled, for the sake of the love that had been, to come to her no, that could not be done. She knew that no letter could actually compel an angry man, or a coldly indifferent man, to do this or that. But if neither angry, nor cold, only deeply grieved, what then? Impatient of these and other tormenting ques- tions that vexed her tired brain, she sat down to carefully read the letters: LONGING TRIUMPHED 381 " To the Honorable John Erl'ington: "DEAR FRIEND AND COUNSELOR: I remem- ber, when I was about to take up my residence in the old house at Blossomville, you spoke of the closed room, the door of which had been securely fastened, some time prior to the death of my aunt. At the time, you strongly advised me to have it opened. You told me that many superstitious residents of the village had circulated tales re- garding it, such tales being well calculated to an- noy me. You believed that listening to such gos- sip, together with constantly passing that door, would, or at least might, tend to make me very nervous. " I thought of all that you had said. I knew if, when that door was opened, there lay revealed nothing that should have been dreaded, I should then be very glad that I had listened to you. If, on the other hand, anything was disclosed that could increase my dread of the place, then would it be impossible for me to remain there. I have now reached a point, however, when each time that I pass that closed door it is harder than the time before. " Come and open it. I cannot longer endure it ! You promised to come, if at any time I should need you, to unbar the secret behind that great oak door. I need you, and even if I were dis- posed to take a resident into my confidence, I do not believe there dwells in Blossomville a man with sufficient courage to draw a single nail from its place. 382 THE THREE BIRCHES " Trusting that it may be possible for you to come at once, I am, " Yours sincerely, " SYLVIA DURANT." As if this letter met with her approval, she folded it, again addressed an envelope, and sealed it. Then from her girdle she took the other let- ter, and as she opened it, she drew a long breath that was half a sigh : " JACK, DEAR JACK: "What does your silence mean? You who have always been so gentle with me, so consider- ate, now leave my letters unanswered, and the words for which my heart longs, unspoken. ' Yet I write thus more in wonder than re- proof. Were you other than my Jack, manly, and brave, and true, I would not ask for a letter now. I would let the silence be as long as it might please you to have it. " But, dearest, you were never a creature of moods. You were always the same, my Jack, so that I now am wondering if something of which I am unaware has caused you to remain away from me, even after twice being urged to come. June first is near at hand, and on that day, because of the great bond of true love that has bound us, a blessed bondage that holds me loyal to you, I now ask you to be here. Come, and help me to re- joice that I have been given strength to endure existence here. When you come, and oh, I be- lieve you will, I will tell you the one great reason LONGING TRIUMPHED 383 that helped me to remain here, even when I felt my courage waning. ' Words can not express my longing to see you, Jack, to have you with me once more. Jack, dear, I believe I have lost all the pride I ever possessed, for now, at the end of my letter I plead, aye, Jack, I beg of you to come. Always your own, " SYLVIA." " If I write it differently, it may not be more appealing," she said, and for a moment she sat irresolute, thinking. Then she sprang to her feet. " I'll not change it! No, no, I can not change it I " she cried, and folding the letter, she pressed it to her lips an instant; then placing it in an en- velope, she addressed it, and hurried down the stairs. Half-way on the road she met Aunt Zilla. ' Why, Sylvia ! Ye've got home an' are startin' out again? " she queried. " Was the call tur'ble tryin'? Was ye lonesome, Sylvia? " " I'll tell you all about the call when I come back," Sylvia replied, " but just now I'm going to mail two letters that I've just written." " All right. I'll walk along sorter slow, an' p'raps ye'll ketch up with me, on yer way back," Aunt Zilla replied. She turned to look after the graceful figure. " / mailed a letter, too," she said, " but I guess I'd better not tell ye, dear." CHAPTER XLVII SURRENDER THE day had been an unusually trying one, and every one connected with the firm of Stanwood & Broadbent, from old Marcus Stanwood, himself down to the office boy, was glad when closing time came. Business had been rushing; no one had ever thought of being patient, no one but Jack, but his power of endurance seemed limitless. The stenographers had made irritating blun- ders; the office boy had deliberately admitted a man whom Marcus Stanwood never wished to see, and the old man had all but " foamed at the mouth." An accountant had lost her purse, and unwisely presuming to mention the fact to her employer, he had roared: " Well, do you expect me to run out and look for it?" One luckless wight, whose desk was near the private office, carelessly dropped a paperweight, 384 SURRENDER 385 whereupon the door had opened with a bang, and this cheering remark had been shouted forth: " If this infernal racket isn't stopped at once, I'll discharge every one of you! " An hour before closing, things were running a bit smoother, but every one was tired; and as he hurried along the street toward the hotel Jack felt the effect of an unusually trying day. The longing for Sylvia was daily becoming harder to endure. The thought that she was pledged to another was unbearable, and to keep his mind from dwell- ing upon it he had been working harder than ever before. Just as he was leaving the office, the postman had put two letters into his hand, and without looking at them, he had thrust them into his pocket. After dinner, he went to his room, slipped into a lounging coat, removed his right shoe and gaiter, substituting a low pump. Before changing the other shoe, he suddenly thought of the letters. He went over to the chair on which his coat was lying, took them from the pocket, and tossed them upon the desk, where they landed, face down- ward. He had intended to smoke while reading them, 386 THE THREE BIRCHES but, for the moment, could not remember where he had laid his cigar case, so picked up the envelope nearest to his hand, and stared at the unfamiliar writing. He opened it, and expression of amazement overspread his fine face. " DEAR MR. JACK STANWOOD: " I don't think Sylvia can hold out 'til June first 'thout you come. Not that she's sick. She ain't, but she ain't bright and cheery like herself. " They is one person here that has pestered her perpetooal, but I guess he understands now that Sylvia can't noways abide him. " He stays away now, part 'cause he knows he might as well, an' part 'cause he's flat on his back, hevin' endured some jolt off'n his horse. Ye must know the time fer waitin' is 'bout up, an' when ye know Sylvia's reason fer stayin' here, ye'll feel some different than ye hev. I declare, I hope ye'll come soon, fer she looks so I'm worried. ' Yours to command, " DRUSILLA BOND." The quaint letter bore neither date, nor the writer's address, and for a second Jack looked puzzled. " Drusilla Bond? " he said; then: " Aunt Zilla! The dear, good soul 1 She surely means well, but I wonder if " A bit of hope, a ray of light SURRENDER 387 He picked up the second letter. Ah, the fami- liar hand! " From Sylvia ! " burst from his lips, as his nervous fingers tore open the envelope. In eager haste he read her earnest, tender pleading. "Thank God!" he cried, "Sylvia is, and al- ways has been, mine ! " Three times he read the precious letter that had raised him from wretched doubting to great- est happiness. Then he thrust it into his breast pocket, and, as if he had not a moment to spare, commenced tossing things into his suit-case. So engrossed was he that he did not hear Trefton enter. "Hello! What's up?" Jack turned, and replied, " Just trying to make a train that I must get, that's all." ' 'Pon my soul, Jack, you do appear to be rushing matters. Looks 's though you needed help when you chuck your hair-brush in with your ties. " Say ! Do you know you're wearing shoes that are not mates? One patent pump, and one boot with a gaiter won't do. Makes you look a trifle loony. " Say, Jack! Are you half-mad? You've not a word for yours truly, but you keep on stuff- 388 THE THREE BIRCHES ing that infernal suit-case. It'll have an at- tack of acute indigestion if you're not careful. For Heaven's sake, Jack, stop long enough to catch your breath, and swap this boot and gaiter for that pump ! Wherever you're going, I'd like you to land looking sane! " Jack laughed, and it was the happy, care-free laugh Trefton had not heard for a year. " Donald, I'm off to see the best girl in the world. Wish me joy, if you can. I know your views and mine differ, but that has never marred our friendship. " I've not been very good company the last few months, but matters that worried me have righted themselves, and when I return you may have to work as hard to keep me circumspect as you have in your effort to cheer me." Jack caught up the suit-case, and was off. " Don't know just what day I'll be back, Donald. See you soon 's I return," he said. The elevator man was half way down the hall talking to a crony, and Jack rushed for the stair- way, Trefton closely following. A crowd of homeward bound pedestrians jostled each other on the sidewalk, and in the throng Jack disappeared, having hailed a taxi-cab that had just drawn up at the curb. SURRENDER 389 Trefton sprang into a doorway, and mounting its single step, peered over the heads of those who had rushed between Jack and himself. "No use!" he ejaculated. "Gone off half- cracked just as he did once before, and that time it was a woman, too ! Knowing Jack as well as I do, it's safe to bet it's the same woman! He's true as steel ! Discouraging, just when I thought I'd converted him to the faith of the ' Brother- hood of Bachelors ' ! " It was a long walk back to his rooms, and when he had let himself in, he slowly removed his gloves, laid them with his hat on the desk, threw his coat on a chair, and sat down on a low, cushioned window-seat to think matters over. After a time he spoke, hardly above a whisper: " That's the third friend and chum I've lost, and in each case it was a woman that did it. All three married ! Last season I thought, for a time, that Jack was going the same way, but for months he has been so awful quiet that I believed he was safe, and here he's off somewhere to-night, the Lord only knows where, and acting as loony as either of the others did ! " He thrust his hands deep into his pockets, and fell to thinking. He had been sitting an hour thus, when sud- 390 THE THREE BIRCHES denly he rose and strode across the room to the bureau. " You look just as you feel," he remarked to the reflection. " Just as you feel" he repeated, " and this keeping up a perpetual bluff to convince the other fellows that you don't care for girls, and that you enjoy single-blessedness is hard work." Then a grim smile curved his lips. " Maybe she'd ' back down,' if I gave her the chance. I said I'd hold out till doomsday, but what's the use?" He stood a moment irresolute. It would be maddening, yes, and humiliating to appear at her house, only to be informed that she was " not at home." He sat down at the desk and took the telephone as a mediator. His " remarks " regarding the slowness, and dilatory methods of all employees of telephone companies, this one in particular, were sharp and to the point. At last he was rewarded. "Hello!" "Ah! "under his breath. " I'd like to talk with Miss Ardmore." " Yes." SURRENDER 391 "Yes." " Oh, this is Miss Ardmore speaking? " " Well this is Mr. Trefton." " Yes, it's Donald Trefton. You never used to bother about using the entire name. Donald used to do nicely, and, what? Oh, I said Miss Ardmore. Well, Fanny, if you'll be at home this evening, and would like to see me, I'll come over, and Say, what's to prevent calling you all the things I used to call you? What? You'll be glad to see me? Fanny, the months, and weeks, and days since I last was with you have been, It's imposible to tell you over the 'phone. I'll tell you later when I'm with you. And Fanny ! I'll not be keeping you from some pleasure you'd planned to enjoy? Dear, do you mean that? Then look for me to-night! " He hung up the receiver. " There, that's attended to. I've ' backed down,' or the same thing. ' I spoke first,' as the kiddies say, but Fanny was a regular trump. No foolish pride or stubborn will in Fanny. Act- ually said she could hardly wait for me to come ! " Oh, the glad note in his voice ! It was early yet, but in his present state of mind, he could not sit quietly down to read the paper. Instead he paced the floor for a time, thinking of the eager 392 THE THREE BIRCHES little catch in Fanny's voice, of her sweet relent- ing. His eyes were alight with the new, or rather the return of the old, happiness. His firm lips had lost their tight set line, and a faint smile parted them. Happening to catch sight of himself in the mirror, he paused before it. " Say, my friend ! You've grown five years younger since you looked out at me a short time ago, and all because of the sound of a beloved voice over the 'phone. At the same rate of re- juvenation, I ought to look like a mere lad when I return from the Ardmore home to-night. " Wonder if Jack will chaff me about the ' Brotherhood of Bachelors.' Guess not! " Under the circumstances, he can't afford to ! " CHAPTER XLVIII WHEN DREAMS CAME TRUE A LIBERAL tip in the driver's hand had caused him to make all possible speed to- ward the station, but whenever traffic choked the way, and the taxi was forced to pause, Jack anxiously scanned his watch, for well he knew that Blossomville boasted but two trains daily. If he missed the evening train, he would be forced to wait until the morrow, and he was in no mood for waiting. He had had enough of waiting. " Only twelve minutes more and going at a snail's pace! " he growled. Again the taxi stopped. " Say, beat it! " Jack roared. "Aw! Can't ye see th' mob?" retorted the disgusted driver. ' Well, drive over or under it, I don't care which, but make that train for me and you'll get another tip. See?" The driver " saw." A tip often excels the skill of an oculist. 393 394 THE THREE BIRCHES Arrived at the station, Jack thrust a bill into the fellow's hand, muttered: " No change," and bolted for the train. " Them crazy loon'tics allus pays well," the driver remarked, as he pocketed the bill; then turned his attention to securing another passenger. Jack made his way through the crowded sta- tion and boarded the train just as it was about to start. There were plenty of vacant seats, and he slipped into one, thankful that he was already speeding over the rails. The evening paper lay on the seat next the one in which he sat. What was that headline? He saw the name " Sylvia," and, with a quick- ened pulse, leaned to read. " Only a yacht christened," he whispered, and he read no further. There was but one Sylvia for him, and she had said that she longed to see him! " And I'll soon be with her," he thought. He had taken a rear seat, and now, for the first time, he looked ahead at the other passen- gers. There were but five beside himself. Across the aisle a young man was earnestly talk- ing to the girl beside him. Jack did not notice the man, but the girl's face he could plainly see. He WHEN DREAMS CAME TRUE 395 thought her ordinary. He wondered how any fellow could be interested in a girl like that. How inferior she was to Sylvia ! Then he remembered that every girl could not look like Sylvia, and he laughed softly. Sylvia was his, and there was no one like Sylvia ! Immediately in front of the pair that he had been watching sat two big women who had been conversing in whispers, but gathering courage, as the trip progressed, were now loudly talking. " I told her not to take complexion wafers if she had bought 'em. ' You'd 'nough sight better throw 'em away, an' lose yer money,' says I, ' than pizen yer system.' ' " And did she take 'em? " eagerly inquired the big chemical blonde. " Did she ? Of course she did. She'd take cy'nde er potass'um ef she'd paid good money fer it ! Oh, I tell ye, she's a reg'lar " A train-man entered and ended the conversation by loudly bawling: " All passengers leave this car at next station, and take fust train that 'rives. This train goes no farther! " The two big women pried their bulky forms from their seats, and the blonde made for the luckless train-man. 396 THE THREE BIRCHES "What d'ye mean?" she demanded. "Why do we git off at the next station? This train, don't never stop 'fore we 'rive at Bantam- ville." " Th' ain't no such station," growled the man. He backed toward the door, but the big woman clutched his sleeve. "Ain't no such station?" she asked with fine scorn. " That's the place I come from! " " Ye come f'm Bantamville ! " he cried. " Wai, ye must 'a ' looked out o' place there," and wrig- gling from her grasp, he made a rush for the door, and escaped. The train was already slowing down, and the passengers made haste to gather up their belong- ings. There had been an accident on the road, the conductor said, as they left the train a minor accident, but sufficient to delay traffic for a short time. Another train would pick them up a bit later. The two big women lunged toward the bench by the station door, landed safely upon it, and resumed their interrupted confab. The lanky youth and neutral-tinted girl left the platform, intent upon enjoying a stroll while await- ing the arrival of the train. A sedate, elderly man, tall and spare, stood at WHEN DREAMS CAME TRUE 397 the far end of the platform, apparently in a brown study. Jack, pacing restlessly up and down, wondered how any live man could stand so long in one spot, holding the same pose, and, for all one could tell, thinking the same thought. He remembered a gray pelican that he had once seen in the park, standing as motionless as that thin gray-clad man. He thought the appearance of man and bird wonderfully like. The simile was not so bad. The Honorable John Erlington could be as silent and motionless as the big bird, but those who best knew him were well aware that, active or tranquil, his eyes were ever watchful. When he did move, it was with a carefully planned pur- pose, and like the pelican, with unerring skill, he snatched the prize for which he had been watching. Just now his mind was occupied with thoughts of Sylvia, of the lonely house, of her courage in remaining there. " A wonderfully brave girl," he muttered. ' Nine out of ten would have knuckled to a rich relative like Mrs. Van Horn, and have married any one that she suggested, rather than lose the Van Horn millions. Ah, but a surprise awaits Sylvia Durant! " 398 THE THREE BIRCHES Jack had become weary of tramping up and down the platform ; the lanky youth and his lassie had returned from their stroll; the two stout women, having discussed all of their mutual ac- quaintances, sat bored and listless, no other sub- ject having presented itself. Would the train never come? At the very moment when the would-be travel- ers had begun to feel that patience had ceased to be a virtue, a headlight peeped around the bend, and soon the train had drawn up at the little sta- tion, and the six occupants of the platform had clambered aboard, each breathing a sigh of relief that once more he was on his way. Time again passed wearily. It was dawn when the train-man thrust his head in at the open door to shout: " Blossomville ! Blossomville ! " Only two left the train, Jack Stanwood and the old lawyer. The tall, spare figure headed at once for the tavern in the square. Jack stood at the roadside, and looked across the dew-laden fields and meadows. He had taken a short cut across those very meadows earlier in the year because thus he could sooner reach the house. Now, how- ever, he had arrived at the little station at Blos- somville at an hour so early that he believed Sylvia WHEN DREAMS CAME TRUE 399 to be still asleep and dreaming. Even industrious Aunt Zilla would hardly be astir. The road would be a longer route, and by desperate restraint upon his eagerness he could force himself to walk slowly. He longed to see " The Three Birches " with its vine wreathed porch and swinging sign. And Sylvia had written ; had urged him to come ! How the thought warmed his heart and set it beat- ing. Unconsciously his pace quickened. He could walk around the old house, as if he were on guard. He could look to where the friendly trumpet-vine climbed upward to her window, and, with loving tendrils, clung to the blind, its branches dancing in the soft breeze, and peeping in. The road curved, and there above the trees was a spiral of smoke, blue and pearly in the morning light. Aunt Zilla, the energetic, was already " up and doing." A bit nearer, and he would see the old garden. Ah, there it was the clump of white birches standing out against the dark forest trees as if proclaiming: " For us the old house was named ! " The untrimmed shrubbery overhung the sag- ging fence, the locust trees swung their scented clus- ters, but above the riot of foliage rose the roof of the old house, moss grown, yet dominant. 400 THE THREE BIRCHES For a moment Jack looked at the curling smoke ; then at that upper window that he knew to be hers. If only she would look out upon the gar- den! He would catch a glimpse of the sweet face, the bright hair, and he would call to her. No, that might startle her, it was yet so early, but if she Softly he heard the well-loved voice singing the song that had always been his favorite: " Blue the sky, bright the flowers, Sunshine on the lea, Earth seems fair because to-day My love will come to me." She was walking slowly along the path, toward the gate; he could see the white gown through the shrubbery. He could wait no longer. " Sylvia ! " he cried, hurrying forward. He saw her run down the path, push the gate open, and rush toward him, her arms extended. Her face was radiant, but the great joy, the glad surprise of his early coming, sent a sudden weak- ness over her. She reeled, and would have fallen but for the strong arms that caught her, and held her close. " Darling," he whispered, as he laid his lips to hers. " Jack, my Jack," she murmured, clinging to WHEN DREAMS CAME TRUE 401 him, her soft eyes looking up at him as if to make sure that this was not a dream lover. Long they stood thus beneath the over-arching trees, her head against his breast, his arms about her. They were whispering those things which all lovers whisper, for although no living being was in sight their confidences were too sweet, too sacred to be shared even with the vagrant breeze. Later they strolled through the old garden, and the tangle of weeds and tall flowering shrubs that had seemed so lonely now appeared an enchant- ing spot. Her lover, her Jack walked close beside her, and that made all the difference in the world ! Aunt Zilla, from the kitchen window, espied them, and noting their happiness, addressed a re- mark to the range. " Guess I may 's well shet off the fire, an' delay breakfast a bit. No two people in such a heavenly state as that could come right down ter eatin'. I'll make the descent gradooal. Some time this forenoon they may begin ter reelize they're hungry, 'tho' I ain't sure! Lor' me! I s'pose I acted jest like that when Jehiel Bond was a-courtin' me ! " The underbrush at the side of the road shook as if some one or something were crawling along 402 THE THREE BIRCHES the ground, and the wriggling foliage showed that the object, whatever it might be, was making rapid headway. Not until it reached a place far from the old house did it venture to come forth. There, after peering through the bushes, and learning that no one was in sight, it arose stiffly, and looked back along the road. It was Josh Lumley. " Who in time was that? " he inquired of the landscape, which, with its usual reticence, made no reply. " Here I've spent days an' days a-watchin', but I ain't never seen that feller. No- body else has, nuther," he added with prodigal use of negatives. " Makes me mad ter think myself so all-fired 'cute an' then find somethin' has been goin' on right under my nose, an' I never seen it! Ef the gal feels like that toward that feller, no wonder the Squire come out short. A fine gal ain't dividin' that sort o' feelin' 'mongst num'rous friends. She squanders it all on one lucky chap ! Wai, I hope he's worthy. That's all I've got ter say 'bout it, fer she's fit fer a prince, as all Blossom- ville would say! " CHAPTER XLIX REVEALED AN hour later, having partaken of an exceed- ingly light breakfast, which they had eaten for the sole purpose of not offending Aunt Zilla, they left the dining-room, going out into the hall there to enjoy the fresh breeze that had come up with the sun. Laddie, having been properly introduced, had gravely offered his paw, evidently accepting Jack as a friend because Sylvia seemed to wish it. Up and down the hall he stalked beside Sylvia, glancing around her at Jack, as if wondering why this man occupied her attention to the exclusion of himself. The great door stood open, and John Erlington entered, before either had heard his approach. " Well, well, Miss Sylvia, right glad am I to see you looking so cheerful this morning. You are light-hearted because so soon you will be free to leave the old house." ' The freedom will be sweet," Sylvia said, " and 403 404 THE THREE BIRCHES Mr. Erlington, this is Mr. Stanwood, whose story and mine were confided to you some time ago. Jack, Mr. Erlington was my Aunt Sylvia's attor- ney. He has been my counselor and now will be our advisor and friend." " Indeed I will, and gladly," the old lawyer responded. " And we shall need you, I am sure," Jack said cordially. " I have come, at your request, to open the closed door. At one time, your aunt vaguely hinted to me that curios of great value were stored there, and that she spent much of her time there. I never saw that room, so that I am as much in the dark as you are as to what lies concealed there. Do you wish me first to enter, learn its secret and then summon you? " Closely he regarded Sylvia as he asked the question. " Last night I would have begged you to do that, but now, with Jack beside me, I'll not fear," she said. Aunt Zilla now joined them, and was surprised to find that the lawyer's bag held some well-chosen tools brought for the occasion. u Let me help you, sir," Jack said, stepping for- ward, and between them they managed to draw REVEALED 405 the great nails that had been driven into the solid oak. Each time the door was shaken with their efforts, groans, such as had terrified Sylvia, came from behind its oaken paneling. Laddie, lying near, his head upon his paws, uttered a low, answering growl. "What can it be?" whispered Sylvia, leaning heavily upon the arm of the great hall chair upon which she had sunk. Aunt Zilla's curiosity was great, but her fear was greater, and she fled to the rear of the house on pretense of finishing some neglected task. " Sylvia 's safe with them two men. Ef she was extry scaret, they'd be so oc'pied comfortin' her, they wouldn't even know 'f I fell inter a reg- 'lar spasm, yes, an' flat on the floor, too. Beauty 's a gret thing fer raisin' valor. Tis so, fer a fact ! " She smiled grimly. She heard them still struggling to open the door. At last the nails were removed. The great bolts creaked as John Erlington withdrew them. The key grated in the rusty lock. Jack turned to Sylvia, and seeing her pallor, went to her, drew her close, and whispered: " Courage, dear, I'll enter with you." Still the key resisted, then suddenly it turned, 406 THE THREE BIRCHES but the sagging door was obstinate, yielding only when John Erlington, with a quick lunge, threw his weight against it. A breath of mold and dampness swept out from that room, and as he lighted the candles in the sconces a strange, fantastic arrangement of ob- jects and curios glittered in the flickering light. He had groped his way in the darkness, but a lighted match had revealed sconces well up on the wall near which he was standing. Sylvia, clinging to her lover, looked about her, wide eyed, and awed. Something akin to that which she had felt, upon first seeing the charred logs, the guttered candle, and the open book, on that first day, crept over her, and nothing seemed real save the strong arm about her. The shutters were still on the windows, the light from the porch doorway too distant to throw a ray into that lonely room. The wavering light from the candles caused all projecting objects to throw long, hobgoblin shadows upon the walls. Hangings of dark smoke-gray silk made a dismal background for an array of Japanese swords in cunningly lacquered scabbards, over which rep- tiles crawled. Hideous masks hung with the swords. Masks with ivory horns set in stiff, wiry hair. Frowning REVEALED 407 masks, with bulging, bloodshot eyes. Grinning, demon-like masks, with huge teeth and red, pro- truding tongues. It was the lawyer who first broke the silence ! " Small wonder that your aunt, and godmother, spending the greater part of each day in this room, became peculiar! " He turned as he spoke, and a bronze figure in a sort of shrine attracted his attention. It was evidently an idol, its robes lacquered red, its shrine covered with wonderful designs in mother-of-pearl. He laid his hand upon the base of the throne, and a hollow groan came apparently from the mouth of the figure. Its ugly head was moving slowly up and down. Not one of the hideous masks was as horrible as the face of that idol. Sylvia seemed unable to turn her gaze from the fearful face. " Is it from that frightful figure that those dreadful groans come? How can it be? How could a bronze idol utter " ' Its head is hung in some manner, so that what- ever jars the house, if ever so slightly, sets it nod- ding, and the groaning is really the sound of the metal neck grating upon the metal body. Whether it was accident or design that hung the 408 THE THREE BIRCHES head so as to make it seem to utter fearful sounds I do not know," John Erlington said. " Of one thing I am certain: Few girls, however deter- mined, would have remained here, and this dear girl would never have endured the ordeal for her own profit. It was wholly for you, Mr. Stan- wood, and I " " For me! " interrupted Jack. " Why, sir, I have begged her to give it up." " Jack, Jack! It was, it was for you, dear, that I came here. Aunt Daphne vowed to disinherit me, because I would not marry the man whom she chose for me, and at the same time she said that I would be no help-meet, only a hindrance, a mill-stone around your neck, dear, if I came to you empty handed. " I did not tell you that thirty thousand dollars goes with this old house, and there is other prop- erty in New York. Do you yet know, Mr. Erl- ington, what that is worth? It won't be a for- tune, but oh, it is worth while ! " " Be a bit careful about that statement, my dear," he said, his small gray eyes twinkling, " for at the present time the New York property shows a valuation of nearly a quarter of a million, and there is yet a parcel of real estate, the value of which we have yet to determine." REVEALED 409 For a moment Sylvia stood as if stunned by the knowledge that she had reaped so rich a reward for her courage and endurance. Then like a flash she turned to Jack, her eyes like stars. "Oh, Jack!" she cried, "Aunt Daphne can't call me ' empty-handed ' now, and best of all, she knows that you loved me when you thought I had no possessions." " Sylvia, my Sylvia, I did indeed," Jack said earnestly. " I congratulate you both," the lawyer said, " and I want to tell you that I have found it very hard during this long year faithfully to live up to the instructions given me in a letter written by Mrs. Sylvia Durant. In it she stated that you might, if you wished, open this room at any time, or wait until the year was ended, but on one thing she was firm. " She insisted that I test your bravery by encour- aging you to remain here, and that I keep the secret as to the amount of your inheritance until within a few days of the time that you were to receive it. "These strange and hideous curios were some that her husband had collected, and while she abhorred them, she persisted in living with them because the man whom she had dearly loved so 410 THE THREE BIRCHES valued them. This she told me, but she did not tell what sort of objects formed the collection. " Her grief, her loneliness, wore upon her, and these hideous curios constantly before her made the isolation harder to bear. She said and did many strange things, among them her expressed desire that you, Sylvia, used to a bright, gay ex- istence, should spend a year in this house which, she admitted, had made of her a more gloomy woman than before her residence here. To do her justice, I believe she thought that your Aunt Daphne had made such a fashionable butterfly of you, that the year of enforced quiet might really prove beneficial." " Ah ! " Sylvia, bending over a quaint table, was eagerly reading from a sheet of paper placed beneath the heavy plate glass top. Jack was at her side in an instant, and reading the lines to which she pointed. Lawyer Erlington, adjusting his glasses, also read: " SYLVIA DEAR : " For I believe your eyes will read this, I write to tell you that I know of your secret engagement, and approve your choice. I know, too, that my sister intends to disinherit you. You will be forced to come here to win what you believe to be a pittance, because even that you will need. REVEALED 411 " I married for love. It is the only way. You will do the same, therefore I have planned so that you and the man of your choice, shall be care- free. " I have but one regret, and that has been tor- ment. I abhorred these masks and the idol, and made no secret of it. Therefore have I forced myself to live with them, a sort of penance, be- cause my aversion to his treasures grieved my loved one. I can not write more. " Good-by, and God bless you, are the last words of your Aunt and godmother. " SYLVIA DURANT." Sylvia's eyes were wet, as she raised them; Jack's had a suspicious moisture; while the old lawyer, usually so calm, complained that flickering candle light always made his eyes water. The little table had stood in a far corner of the room, and Sylvia, espying it, had gone to it to examine its beauty, thus discovering the note ad- dressed so tenderly to herself. It was as a voice from the dead, and together the three left the room, feeling as if old Sylvia Durant had actually spoken. June second dawned fair and sunny, as if to make the last day at " The Three Birches " as cheery as possible. They had brought only a few personal belongings with them on that June day, 412 THE THREE BIRCHES a year ago, and now these articles were packed, and Jack and Sylvia, Aunt Zilla and Laddie walked decorously down the path. Neither looked backward at the old house, for while a legacy had been acquired by the sojourn there, the memories connected with the place were too sad to be dwelt upon. Therefore, with reso- lute step Jack and Sylvia walked to the gate, Aunt Zilla turned the key in the door, while Laddie tugged at the leash. John Erlington had made all arrangements for them, and when they reached the little village chapel, the old clergyman was there, as were Ezra Wiley and his good wife Temperance, and gentle Aunt Phyllis, all in their Sunday best. The old lawyer had been a veritable " best man." The simple, yet impressive ceremony was soon over, the blessing pronounced, and the Wileys had bidden the happy pair " God-speed," the little party was leaving the church, when sud- denly from the underbrush by the roadside sprang a grotesque figure, voluminously draped in flow- ered calico. It was the prophet. For weeks he had kept silence. Laddie had de- stroyed his " mantle," and without a mantle he believed himself unable to prophesy. From some REVEALED 413 unknown source he had acquired a new and gau- dier drapery, and he felt that his power had been restored. Evidently his resplendent apparel had affected his style of harangue, for with arms uplifted, and a smile, broad if not radiant, he shouted: " Joy ter ye 1 Joy 'thout limit ! The millennium is at hand, an' love an' peace reigns ! " Jack laughed, and flung some coins toward him. The prophet touched his hat-brim and knelt to gather up the offering. His exaltation, though mighty, did not render it impossible for him to stoop for the silver that lay glistening on the road. The train was at the station on scheduled time. Laddie suffered the indignity of riding in the bag- gage-car, checked, like the other baggage. He had rode thus before with his first owner, and fully believed that, at the end of the journey, he would trot along once more beside Sylvia. The plan, however, was for him to go with Aunt Zilla to her little home, there to remain until Jack and Sylvia were settled in their own home, where he would be a welcome member of the household. They were now bound for New York. Aunt Zilla was to ride but a short distance with them, when she must change cars, and go in another direction 414 THE THREE BIRCHES to reach her native town. Having always a des- perate fear that not a moment could be wasted in leaving a train, she rushed for the car door, be- fore the brakeman could announce the station, and racing along the platform to the baggage-car, demanded the dog. He bounded out upon the platform beside her, looked for his beloved Sylvia, made a break for" the already moving train, only to be ruthlessly dragged back by a wiry hand upon the leash. He tried to follow the flying train and Sylvia, looking back, saw that it required the combined efforts of the burly station-agent and Aunt Zilla to re- strain him. At the beautiful summer home of the Ard- mores a week-end house-party was in progress. Whatever Christian virtues or pagan follies are attributed to individuals at other times, there are but three things that can awaken their enthusiasm at a summer party music, dancing, and gossip. On this especial evening the music was all that could be desired, and nearly all the guests were dipping, swirling, swaying to its fascinating strains. Donald Trefton and Fannie Ardmore were sit- ting on a low divan, a mass of palms making a cozy corner for a chat. REVEALED 415 " Donald, have you heard about Mrs. Van Horn?" " Of course I have. Over at the club young Torrington was telling that a paragraph in to- day's ' social column ' stated that Mrs. Daphne Van Horn was quietly married to a prominent club man, Brant Langdon. I said if she was, it was the only thing that she ever did quietly. Usually she wishes her social doings heralded as with a brass band! " " But think what she says, Donald! She's tell- ing every one that Sylvia has so disappointed her, that she actually married Langdon so that the Van Horn millions might not go to Sylvia. She says that Sylvia has chosen love rather than wealth, whereas her choice should have been money, and no love. She says that that is the only sane choice! Oh, Donald, it isn't! " ; ' Indeed it isn't," Trefton responded, with feel- ing, and the tender words that followed were hushed by a wave of music that suited their mood. It was the " Melody of Love." Just inside the ball-room Irma Delwin stood watching the dancers. Beside her, her step- mother, " the second Mrs. Delwin," as she per- sistently styled herself, was keeping a watchful eye busy. With it she intended to so pointedly gaze 4i6 THE THREE BIRCHES at some wight who valued her invitations that he would feel obliged to ask Irma to dance. She was playing the part of match-maker, not for Irma's welfare, but for her own. She wished to be the only woman in the Delwin mansion. A passing couple mentioned Sylvia, whereat Mrs. Delwin remarked, sotto voce: " Jack Stanwood is a very fine young man, surely, and altogether charming. Really, if he had been more well, tactful, I believe he might have married into a wealthy family." " Oh, of course, every one knows he is an aw- fully good fellow, but I never could see why Sylvia fancied him," Irma hastily responded. Mrs. Delwin turned sharply about. " Don't be absurd, Irma," she said. " Every one knows that you liked him, and I myself hap- pened to be driving through the little place where you spent so many weeks of the summer, and saw you walking on the links with him. I got the im- pression that you were especially interested in the conversation." A vapid youth, whom Mrs. Delwin had been eyeing, obediently came and asked Irma for a dance. " I'd be willing she should marry that, yes, and I'd get Horatio to settle a hundred thousand upon REVEALED 417 her, if thus I could be rid of her," she whispered, the remark aimed apparently at Irma's plump back. The music ceased. Mrs. Delwin glanced wearily across the ballroom. The very young man was bending attentively over Irma, who had quite forgotten him when a more interesting man claimed her attention. Mrs. Delwin heaved a mighty sigh. "That's Wainright, Roderic Wainright. Well, I should raise no object to him as a suitor for her," she murmured. " In truth, I do not think there lives a man whom I would not encourage, if by thus doing I could rid the home of Irma." Voices from behind the clump of palms were now barely audible, and Mrs. Delwin, always curious, moved nearer. 4 Well, I always admired Sylvia, and I am glad to hear that her godmother left so much to her," said a kindly voice, " and surely there's not a finer young man anywhere than Jack Stanwood." " I agree with you," responded a second woman's voice, " but what a flutter of surprise Mrs. Van Horn's marriage created! " ' Yes, because you know she is immensely wealthy, and she always said " Mrs. Delwin, not in the lea.st caring what Mrs. 418 THE THREE BIRCHES Daphne Van Horn had said, moved away, and soon was talking with another matron, who, being also a stepmother, could fully sympathize with her, or at least, appear to, which for the time, an- swered the same purpose. And while those who had always flattered Mrs. Van Horn, because she expected it, and loved Sylvia, because they could not help it, were gossip- ing of the two marriages, the wagging tongues in far away little Blossomville were quite as busy, and the excitement greater. Luke Elmore fully recovered, but, with a re- serve of manner that had come to him, took no part in the gossip, avoiding any group of men that he saw chatting together. All had admired Sylvia, and all now wished her happiness. It was Josh Lumley who came forward one morning with a fresh item of news. " They're a-goin' ter hev a fine home in New York, him an' her, an' somewheres in the country they're a-goin' ter build a newfangled house with rooms all on one floor, an' the hull thing sounds fine 'cept the name. " Them one-story country houses is called bung- holes! Could ye beat that? Bung-hole ter live in beats me all holler! " he said. REVEALED 419 " Oh, ye hain't got that name right," declared a neighbor in disgust. " I hev, too," declared Josh, " an' the feller what told me has built 'em, so it's likely he knows what they be." And while their affairs were being so freely dis- cussed, Sylvia, beside her husband, who would al- ways be her lover, leaned back with a happy sigh. Jack laid his strong hand over the little gloved one. She looked up at him with shining eyes. ' You'd like to know my thoughts," she said, " and I believe we were thinking much the same thing. It was flitting through my mind at just that moment, that we had passed through great trial, and come forth into the sunshine of true love." " And what sunshine could be more radiant than that? " he responded. THE END University of California SOUTHERN REGIONAL LIBRARY FACILITY 405 Hilgard Avenue, Los Angeles, CA 90024-1388 Return this material to the library from which it was borrowed. NON-RENE JAN 16 DUE 2 WKS FROM DATE RECEIVED (Ill 11111(11 III II I II II II I II 1 1 III I II A 000 040 729 6