UPON IMPULSE
The seminary buildings stood not far from the low, lodgelike railwaystation, and a path led through a gap in the fence across the meadow.People were soberly converging toward its central building, as ifproceeding to church.
Among the people who alighted from the two o'clock train were ProfessorBlakesly and his wife and a tall, dark man whom they called Ware.
Mrs. Blakesly was plump and pretty, plainly the mother of two or threechildren and the sovereign of a modest suburban cottage. Blakesly was asevidently a teacher; even the casual glances of the other visitors mightdiscover the character of these people.
Ware was not so easy to be read. His face was lean and brown, and hissquarely clipped mustache gave him a stern look. His body was wellrounded with muscle, and he walked alertly; his manner was direct andvigorous, manifestly of the open air.
As they entered the meadow he paused and said with humorousirresolution, "I don't know what I am out here for."
"To see the pretty girls, of course," said Mrs. Blakesly.
"They may be plain, after all," he said.
"They're always pretty at graduation time and at marriage," Blakeslyinterpreted.
"Then there's the ice cream and cake," Mrs. Blakesly added.
"Where do all these people come from?" Ware asked, looking about. "It'sall farm land here."
"They are the fathers, mothers, and brothers of the seminary girls. Theycome from everywhere. See the dear creatures about the door! Let's hurryalong."
"They do not interest me. I take off my hat to the beauty of the day,however."
Ware had evidently come under protest, for he lingered in the daisiedgrass which was dappled with shadows and tinkling with bobolinks andcatbirds.
A broad path led up to the central building, whose double doors wereswung wide with most hospitable intent. Ware ascended the steps behindhis friends, a bored look on his dark face.
Two rows of flushed, excited girls with two teachers at their head stoodflanking the doorway to receive the visitors, who streamed steadily intothe wide, cool hall.
Mrs. Blakesly took Ware in hand. "Mr. Ware, this is Miss Powell. MissPowell, this is Mr. Jenkin Ware, lawyer and friend to the Blakeslys."
"I'm very glad to see you," said a cool voice, in which gladness wasentirely absent.
Ware turned to shake hands mechanically, but something in the steadyeyes and clasp of the hand held out turned his listless manner intosurprise and confusion. He stared at her without speaking, only for asecond, and yet so long she colored and withdrew her hand sharply.
"I beg your pardon, I didn't get the name."
"Miss Powell," answered Mrs. Blakesly, who had certainly missed thislittle comedy, which would have been so delicious to her.
Ware moved on, shaking hands with the other teachers and bowing to thegirls. He seized an early moment to turn and look back at Miss Powell.His listless indifference was gone. She was a fine figure of a woman--astrong, lithe figure, dressed in a well-ordered, light-colored gown. Herhead was girlish, with a fluff of brown hair knotted low at the back.Her profile was magnificent. The head had the intellectual poise, butthe proud bosom and strong body added another quality. "She is a moderntype," Ware said, remembering a painting of such a head he had seen in arecent exhibition.
As he studied her she turned and caught him looking, and he felt again acurious fluttering rush at his heart. He fancied she flushed a littledeeper as she turned away.
As for him, it had been a very long while since he had felt thatsingular weakness in the presence of a young woman. He walked on, tryingto account for it. It made him feel very boyish. He had a furtive desireto remain in the hall where he could watch her, and when he passed upthe stairs, it was with a distinct feeling of melancholy, as if he wereleaving something very dear and leaving it forever.
He wondered where this feeling came from, and he looked into theupturned faces of the girls as if they were pansies. He wandered aboutthe rooms with the Blakeslys, being bored by introductions, until atlast Miss Powell came up the stairway with the last of the guests.
While the girls sang and went through some pretty drills Ware againstudied Miss Powell. Her appeal to his imagination was startling. Hesearched for the cause of it. It could not be in her beauty. Certainlyshe was fine and womanly and of splendid physique, but all about herwere lovely girls of daintier flesh and warmer color. He reasoned thather power was in her eyes, steady, frank as sunlight, clear as water ina mountain brook. She seemed unconscious of his scrutiny.
At last they began moving down the stairs and on to the other buildings.Ware and Blakesly waited for the ladies to come down. And when they camethey were in the midst of a flood of girls, and Ware had no chance tospeak to them. As they moved across the grass he fell in behind Mrs.Blakesly, who seemed to be telling secrets to Miss Powell, who flushedand shook her head.
Mrs. Blakesly turned and saw Ware close behind her, and said, "O Mr.Ware, where is my dear, dear husband?"
"Back in the swirl," Ware replied.
Mrs. Blakesly artfully dropped Miss Powell's arm and fell back. "I mustnot desert the poor dear." As she passed Ware she said, "Take my place."
"With pleasure," he replied, and walked on after Miss Powell, who seemednot to care to wait.
How simply she was dressed! She moved like an athlete, without effortand without constraint. As he walked quickly to overtake her a finerlight fell over the hills and a fresher green came into the grass. Thedaisies nodding in the wind blurred together in a dance of light andloveliness which moved him like a song.
"How beautiful everything is to-day!" he said, as he stepped to herside. He felt as if he had said, "How beautiful you are!"
She flashed a quick, inquiring glance at him.
"Yes; June can be beautiful with us. Still, there is a beauty moremature, when the sickle is about to be thrust into the grain."
He did not hear what she said. He was thinking of the power that lay inthe oval of her face, in the fluffy tangle of her hair. _Ah! now heknew._ With that upward glance she brought back his boy love, histeacher whom he had worshiped as boys sometimes will, with a love aspure as winter starlight. Yes, now it was clear. There was the same flexof the splendid waist, the same slow lift of the head, and steady,beautiful eyes.
As she talked, he was a youth of seventeen, he was lying at histeacher's feet by the river while she read wonderful love stories. Therewere others there, but they did not count. Then the tears blurred hiseyes; he remembered walking behind her dead body as it was borne to thehillside burying ground, and all the world was desolate for him.
He became aware that Miss Powell was looking at him with startled eyes.He hastened to apologize and explain. "Pardon me; you look so much likea schoolboy idol--I--I seem to see her again. I didn't hear what yousaid, you brought the past back so poignantly."
There was something in his voice which touched her, but before he couldgo on they were joined by Mr. and Mrs. Blakesly and one of the otherteachers. There was a dancing light in Mrs. Blakesly's eyes as shelooked at Ware. She had just been saying to her husband: "What asplendid figure Miss Powell is! How well they look together! Wouldn't itbe splendid if----"
"Oh, my dear, you're too bad. Please don't match-make any more to-day.Let Nature attend to these things," Mr. Blakesly replied with manifestimpatience; "Nature attended to our case."
"I have no faith in Nature any more. I want to have at least a finger inthe pie myself. Nature don't work in all cases. I'm afraid Nature can'tin his case."
"Careful! He'll hear you, my dear."
"Where do we go now, Miss Powell?" asked Blakesly as they came to a halton the opposite side of the campus.
"I think they are all going to the gymnasium building. Won't you come?That is my dominion."
They answered by moving off, Mrs. Blakesly taking Miss Powell's arm. Asthey streamed away in files she said: "Isn't he good-looking? We'veknown him for years. He's all right," she said significantly, andsqueezed Miss Powell
's arm.
"Well, Lou Blakesly, you're the same old irrepressible!"
"Blushing already, you _dear_! I tell you he's splendid. I wish he'dtake to you," and she gave Miss Powell another squeeze. "It would be_such_ a match! Brains and beauty, too."
"Oh, hush!"
They entered the cool, wide hall of the gymnasium, with its red brickwalls, its polished floor, and the yellow-red wooden beams lining theceiling.
There were only a few people remaining in the hall, most of them havingpassed on into the museum. As they came to the various appliances, MissPowell explained them.
"What are these things for?" inquired Mrs. Blakesly, pointing at the rowof iron rings depending from long ropes.
"They are for swinging on," and she leaped lightly upward and caught andswung by one hand.
"Mercy! Do you do that?"
"She seems to be doing it now," Blakesly said.
"I am one of the teachers," Miss Powell replied, dropping to the floor.
It was glorious to see how easily she seized a heavy dumb-bell and swungit above her head. The front line of her body was majestic as she stoodthus.
"Gracious! I couldn't do that," exclaimed Mrs. Blakesly.
"No, not with your style of dress," replied her husband.--"I have to pinher hat on this year," he said to Ware.
"I love it," said Miss Powell, as she drew a heavy weight from the floorand stood with the cord across her shoulder. "It adds so much to life!It gives what Browning calls the wild joy of living. Do you know, fewwomen know what that means? It's been denied us. Only the men haveknown
"'The wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock, The strong rending of boughs from the fir tree, the cool silver shock Of a plunge in the pool's living water.'
I try to teach my girls 'How good is man's life, the mere living!'"
The men cheered as she paused for a moment flushed and breathless.
She went on: "We women have been shut out from the sports too long--Imean sports in the sun. The men have had the best of it. All theswimming, all the boating, wheeling, all the grand, wild life; now we'regoing to have a part."
The young ladies clustered about with flushed, excited faces while theirteacher planted her flag and claimed new territory for women.
Miss Powell herself grew conscious, and flushed and paused abruptly.
Mrs. Blakesly effervesced in admiring astonishment. "Well, well! Ididn't know you could make a speech."
"I didn't mean to do so," she replied.
"Go on! Go on!" everybody called out, but she turned away to show someother apparatus.
"Wasn't she fine?" exclaimed Mrs. Blakesly to Ware.
"Beyond praise," he replied. She went at once to communicate her morselof news to her husband, and at length to Miss Powell.
The company passed out into other rooms until no one was left but Mrs.Blakesly, the professor, and Ware. Miss Powell was talking again, and toWare mainly. Ware was thoughtful, Miss Powell radiant.
"I didn't know what life was till I could do that." She took up a largedumb-bell and, extending it at arm's length, whirled it back and forth.Her forearm, white and smooth, swelled into strong action, and hersupple hands had the unwavering power and pressure of an athlete, andwithal Ware thought: "She is feminine. Her physical power has notcoarsened her; it has enlarged her life, but left her entirely womanly."
In some adroit way Mrs. Blakesly got her husband out of the room andleft Ware and Miss Powell together. She was showing him the view fromthe windows, and they seemed to be perfectly absorbed. She looked aroundonce and saw that Mrs. Blakesly was showing her husband something in thefarther end of the room. After that she did not think of them.
The sun went lower in the sky and flamed along the sward. He spoke ofthe mystical power of the waving daisies and the glowing greens which nopainter ever seems to paint. While they looked from the windows theirarms touched, and they both tried to ignore it. She shivered a little asif a cold wind had blown upon her. At last she led the way out and downthe stairs to the campus. They heard the gay laughter of the company attheir cakes and ices, up at the central building.
He stopped outside the hallway, and as she looked up inquiringly at him,he said quietly: "Suppose we go down the road. It seems pleasanterthere."
She acquiesced like one in a pleasure which made duty seem absurd.
Strong and fine as she was, she had never found a lover to whom sheyielded her companionship with unalloyed delight. She was thirty yearsof age, and her girlhood was past. She looked at this man, and asuffocating band seemed to encircle her throat. She knew he was strongand good. He was a little saddened with life--that she read in hisdeep-set eyes and unsmiling lips.
The road led toward the river, and as they left the campus they entereda lane shaded by natural oaks. He talked on slowly. He asked her whather plans were.
"To teach and to live," she said. Her enthusiasm for the work seemedentirely gone.
Once he said, "This is the finest hour of my life."
On the bank of the river they paused and seated themselves on the swardunder a tree whose roots fingered the stream with knuckled hands.
"Yes, every time you look up at me you bring back my boyish idol," hewent on. "She was older than I. It is as if I had grown older and shehad not, and that she were you, or you were she. I can't tell you how ithas affected me. Every movement you make goes deep down into mysweetest, tenderest recollections. It's always June there, always sweetand sunny. Her death and burial were mystical in their beauty. I lookedin her coffin. She was the grandest statue that ever lay in marble; theGreek types are insipid beside that vision. You'll say I idealized her;possibly I did, but there she is. O God! it was terrible to see one dieso young and so lovely."
There was a silence. Tears came to her eyes. He could only exclaim;weeping was denied him. His voice trembled, but grew firmer as he wenton:
"And now you come. I don't know exactly in what way you resemble her. Ionly know you shake me as no other human being has done since thatcoffin-lid shut out her face." He lifted his head and looked around."But Nature is beautiful and full of light and buoyancy. I am not goingto make you sad. I want to make you happy. I was only a boy to her. Shecared for me only as a mature woman likes an apt pupil, but she made allNature radiant for me, as you do now."
He smiled upon her suddenly. His somber mood passed like one of theshadows of the clouds floating over the campus. It was only arecollected mood. As he looked at her the old hunger came into hisheart, but the buoyancy and emotional exaltation of youth came backalso.
"Miss Powell, are you free to marry me?" he said suddenly.
She grew very still, but she flushed and then she turned her face awayfrom him. She had no immediate reply.
"That is an extraordinary thing to ask you, I know," he went on; "but itseems as if I had known you a long time, and then sitting here in themidst of Nature with the insects singing all about us--well, conventionsare not so vital as in drawing rooms. Remember your Browning."
She who had declaimed Browning so blithely now sat silent, but the colorwent out of her face, and she listened to the multitudinous stir andchirp of living things, and her eyes dreamed as he went on steadily, hiseyes studying her face.
"Browning believed in these impulses. I'll admit I never have. I'vealways reasoned upon things, at least since I became a man. It hasbrought me little, and I'm much disposed to try the virtue of animpulse. I feel as certain that we can be happy together as I am oflife, so I come back to my question, Are you free to marry me?"
She flushed again. "I have no other ties, if that is what you mean."
"That is what I mean precisely. I felt that you were free, like myself.I might ask Blakesly to vouch for me, but I prefer not. I ask for noone's opinion of you. Can't you trust to that insight of which women aresupposed to be happily possessed?"
She smiled a little. "I never boasted of any divining power."
He came nearer. "Come, you and I have gone b
y rule and reason longenough. Here we have a magnificent impulse; let us follow. Don't ask meto wait, that would spoil it all; considerations would come in."
"Ought they not to come in?"
"No," he replied, and his low voice had the intensity of a trumpet. "Ifthis magnificent moment passes by, this chance for a pure impulsivechoice, it is lost forever. You know Browning makes much of such lostopportunities. Seeing you there with bent head and blowing hair, I wouldthrow the world away to become the blade of grass you break. There, willthat do?" He smiled.
"That speech should bring back youth to us both," she said.
"Right action _now_ will," he quickly answered.
"But I must consider."
"Do not. Take the impulse."
"It may be wayward."
"We've both got beyond the wayward impulse. This impulse rises from theprofound deeps. Come, the sun sinks, the insect voices thicken, a starpasses behind the moon, and life hastens. Come into my life. Can't youtrust me?"
She grew very white, but a look of exaltation came into her face. Shelifted her clear, steady eyes to his. She reached her hand to his. "Iwill," she said, and they rose and stood together thus.
He uncovered his head. A sort of awe fell upon him. A splendid humanlife was put into his keeping.
"A pure choice," he said exultingly--"a choice untouched byconsiderations. It brings back the youth of the world."
The sun lay along the sward in level lines, the sky was full of cloudssailing in file, like mighty purple cranes in saffron seas of flame, thewind wavered among the leaves, and the insects sang in sudden ecstasy oflife.
The two looked into each other's faces. They seemed to be transfigured,each to the other.
"You must not go back," he said. "They would not understand you nor me.We will never be so near a great happiness, a great holiday. It isholiday time. Let us go to the mountains."
She drew a sigh as if all her cares and duties dropped from her, thenshe smiled and a comprehending light sparkled in her eyes.
"Very well, to the clouds if you will."
THE END OF LOVE IS LOVE OF LOVE.
They lay on the cliff where the warm sun fell. Beneath them were rocks,lichen-spotted above, and orange and russet and pink beneath.
Around the headland the ocean ravened with roaring breath, flingingitself ceaselessly on the land, only to fall back with clutching snarlover the pebbles.
The smell of hot cedars was in the air. The distant ships drove by withhuge sails bellying. Occasional crickets chirped faintly. Sandpipersskimmed the beach.
The man and woman were both gray. He lay staring at the sky. She satwith somber eyes fixed on the distant sea, whose crawling linesglittered in ever-changing designs on its purple sweep.
They were man and wife; both were older than their years. They were farpast the land of youth and love.
"O wife!" he cried, "let us forget we are old; let us forget we aredisillusioned of life; let us try to be boy and girl again."
The woman shivered with a powerful, vague emotion, but she did not lookat him.
"O Esther, I'm tired of life!" the man went on. "I'm tired of mychildren. I'm tired of you. Do you know what I mean?"
The woman looked into his eyes a moment, and said in a low voice:
"No, Charles." But the man knew she meant yes. The touch of her handgrew cold.
"I'm tired of it all. I want to feel again the wonder and mystery oflife. It's all gone. The love we have now is good and sweet and true;that of the old time was sweeter. It was so marvelous. I trembled when Ikissed you, dear. I don't now. It had more of truth, of pure,unconscious passion, and less of habit. Oh, teach me to forget!"
He crept nearer to her, and laid his head in her lap. His face wasknotted with his passion and pain.
The wife and mother sighed, and looked down at his hair, which wasgetting white.
"Well, Charles!" she said, and caressingly buried her fingers in hishair. "I'll try to forget for your sake."
He could not understand her. He did not try. He lay with closed eyes,tired, purposeless. The sweet sea wind touched his cheek, white with theindoor pallor of the desk worker. The sound of the sea exalted him. Thebeautiful clouds above him carried him back to boyhood. There were tearson his face as he looked up at her.
"I'm forgetting!" he said, with a smile of exultation.
But the woman looked away at the violet-shadowed sails, afar on thechangeful purple of the sea, and her throat choked with pain.
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