Just David

  CHAPTER XIV

  THE TOWER WINDOW

  It is not to be expected that when one's thoughts lead so persistentlyto a certain place, one's feet will not follow, if they can; andDavid's could--so he went to seek his Lady of the Roses.

  At four o'clock one afternoon, with his violin under his arm, hetraveled the firm white road until he came to the shadowed path thatled to the garden. He had decided that he would go exactly as he wentbefore. He expected, in consequence, to find his Lady exactly as he hadfound her before, sitting reading under the roses. Great was hissurprise and disappointment, therefore, to find the garden with no onein it.

  He had told himself that it was the sundial, the roses, the shimmeringpool, the garden itself that he wanted to see; but he knew now that itwas the lady--his Lady of the Roses. He did not even care to play,though all around him was the beauty that had at first so charmed hiseye. Very slowly he walked across the sunlit, empty space, and enteredthe path that led to the house. In his mind was no definite plan; yethe walked on and on, until he came to the wide lawns surrounding thehouse itself. He stopped then, entranced.

  Stone upon stone the majestic pile raised itself until it was etched,clean-cut, against the deep blue of the sky. The towers--histowers--brought to David's lips a cry of delight. They were even moreenchanting here than when seen from afar over the tree-tops, and Davidgazed up at them in awed wonder. From somewhere came the sound ofmusic--a curious sort of music that David had never heard before. Helistened intently, trying to place it; then slowly he crossed the lawn,ascended the imposing stone steps, and softly opened one of the narrowscreen doors before the wide-open French window.

  Once within the room David drew a long breath of ecstasy. Beneath hisfeet he felt the velvet softness of the green moss of the woods. Abovehis head he saw a sky-like canopy of blue carrying fleecy clouds onwhich floated little pink-and-white children with wings, just as Davidhimself had so often wished that he could float. On all sides silkenhangings, like the green of swaying vines, half-hid other hangings offeathery, snowflake lace. Everywhere mirrored walls caught the lightand reflected the potted ferns and palms so that David looked downendless vistas of loveliness that seemed for all the world like thelong sunflecked aisles beneath the tall pines of his mountain home.

  The music that David had heard at first had long since stopped; butDavid had not noticed that. He stood now in the center of the room,awed, and trembling, but enraptured. Then from somewhere came avoice--a voice so cold that it sounded as if it had swept across afield of ice.

  "Well, boy, when you have quite finished your inspection, perhaps youwill tell me to what I am indebted for THIS visit," it said.

  David turned abruptly.

  "O Lady of the Roses, why didn't you tell me it was like this--inhere?" he breathed.

  "Well, really," murmured the lady in the doorway, stiffly, "it had notoccurred to me that that was hardly--necessary."

  "But it was!--don't you see? This is new, all new. I never saw anythinglike it before; and I do so love new things. It gives me something newto play; don't you understand?"

  "New--to play?"

  "Yes--on my violin," explained David, a little breathlessly, softlytesting his violin. "There's always something new in this, you know,"he hurried on, as he tightened one of the strings, "when there'sanything new outside. Now, listen! You see I don't know myself just howit's going to sound, and I'm always so anxious to find out." And with ajoyously rapt face he began to play.

  "But, see here, boy,--you mustn't! You--" The words died on her lips;and, to her unbounded amazement, Miss Barbara Holbrook, who hadintended peremptorily to send this persistent little tramp boy abouthis business, found herself listening to a melody so compelling in itssonorous beauty that she was left almost speechless at its close. Itwas the boy who spoke.

  "There, I told you my violin would know what to say!"

  "'What to say'!--well, that's more than I do" laughed Miss Holbrook, alittle hysterically. "Boy, come here and tell me who you are." And sheled the way to a low divan that stood near a harp at the far end of theroom.

  It was the same story, told as David had told it to Jack and Jill a fewdays before, only this time David's eyes were roving admiringly allabout the room, resting oftenest on the harp so near him.

  "Did that make the music that I heard?" he asked eagerly, as soon asMiss Holbrook's questions gave him opportunity. "It's got strings."

  "Yes. I was playing when you came in. I saw you enter the window.Really, David, are you in the habit of walking into people's houseslike this? It is most disconcerting--to their owners."

  "Yes--no--well, sometimes." David's eyes were still on the harp. "Ladyof the Roses, won't you please play again--on that?"

  "David, you are incorrigible! Why did you come into my house like this?"

  "The music said 'come'; and the towers, too. You see, I KNOW thetowers."

  "You KNOW them!"

  "Yes. I can see them from so many places, and I always watch for them.They show best of anywhere, though, from Jack and Jill's. And now won'tyou play?"

  Miss Holbrook had almost risen to her feet when she turned abruptly.

  "From--where?" she asked.

  "From Jack and Jill's--the House that Jack Built, you know."

  "You mean--Mr. John Gurnsey's house?" A deeper color had come into MissHolbrook's cheeks.

  "Yes. Over there at the top of the little hill across the brook, youknow. You can't see THEIR house from here, but from over there we cansee the towers finely, and the little window--Oh, Lady of the Roses,"he broke off excitedly, at the new thought that had come to him, "ifwe, now, were in that little window, we COULD see their house. Let's goup. Can't we?"

  Explicit as this was, Miss Holbrook evidently did not hear, or at leastdid not understand, this request. She settled back on the divan,indeed, almost determinedly. Her cheeks were very red now.

  "And do you know--this Mr. Jack?" she asked lightly.

  "Yes, and Jill, too. Don't you? I like them, too. DO you know them?"

  Again Miss Holbrook ignored the question put to her. "And did you walkinto their house, unannounced and uninvited, like this?" she queried.

  "No. He asked me. You see he wanted to get off some of the dirt andblood before other folks saw me."

  "The dirt and--and--why, David, what do you mean? What wasit--an accident?"

  David frowned and reflected a moment.

  "No. I did it on purpose. I HAD to, you see," he finally elucidated."But there were six of them, and I got the worst of it."

  "David!" Miss Holbrook's voice was horrified. "You don't mean--a fight!"

  "Yes'm. I wanted the cat--and I got it, but I wouldn't have if Mr. Jackhadn't come to help me."

  "Oh! So Mr. Jack--fought, too?"

  "Well, he pulled the others off, and of course that helped me,"explained David truthfully. "And then he took me home--he and Jill."

  "Jill! Was she in it?"

  "No, only her cat. They had tied a bag over its head and a tin can toits tail, and of course I couldn't let them do that. They were hurtingher. And now, Lady of the Roses, won't you please play?"

  For a moment Miss Holbrook did not speak. She was gazing at David withan odd look in her eyes. At last she drew a long sigh.

  "David, you are the--the LIMIT!" she breathed, as she rose and seatedherself at the harp.

  David was manifestly delighted with her playing, and begged for morewhen she had finished; but Miss Holbrook shook her head. She seemed tohave grown suddenly restless, and she moved about the room callingDavid's attention to something new each moment. Then, very abruptly,she suggested that they go upstairs. From room to room she hurried theboy, scarcely listening to his ardent comments, or answering his stillmore ardent questions. Not until they reached the highest tower room,indeed, did she sink wearily into a chair, and seem for a moment atrest.

  David looked about him in surprise. Even his untrained eye could seethat he had entered a different world. There were no su
mptuous rugs, nosilken hangings; no mirrors, no snowflake curtains. There were books,to be sure, but besides those there were only a plain low table, awork-basket, and three or four wooden-seated though comfortable chairs.With increasing wonder he looked into Miss Holbrook's eyes.

  "Is it here that you stay--all day?" he asked diffidently.

  Miss Holbrook's face turned a vivid scarlet.

  "Why, David, what a question! Of course not! Why should you think Idid?"

  "Nothing; only I've been wondering all the time I've been here how youcould--with all those beautiful things around you downstairs--say whatyou did."

  "Say what?--when?"

  "That other day in the garden--about ALL your hours being cloudy ones.So I didn't know to-day but what you LIVED up here, same as Mrs. Hollydoesn't use her best rooms; and that was why your hours were all cloudyones."

  With a sudden movement Miss Holbrook rose to her feet.

  "Nonsense, David! You shouldn't always remember everything that peoplesay to you. Come, you haven't seen one of the views from the windowsyet. We are in the larger tower, you know. You can see Hinsdale villageon this side, and there's a fine view of the mountains over there. Ohyes, and from the other side there's your friend's house--Mr. Jack's.By the way, how is Mr. Jack these days?" Miss Holbrook stooped as sheasked the question and picked up a bit of thread from the rug.

  David ran at once to the window that looked toward the House that JackBuilt. From the tower the little house appeared to be smaller thanever. It was in the shadow, too, and looked strangely alone andforlorn. Unconsciously, as he gazed at it, David compared it with themagnificence he had just seen. His voice choked as he answered.

  "He isn't well, Lady of the Roses, and he's unhappy. He's awfullyunhappy."

  Miss Holbrook's slender figure came up with a jerk.

  "What do you mean, boy? How do you know he's unhappy? Has he said so?"

  "No; but Mrs. Holly told me about him. He's sick; and he'd just foundhis work to do out in the world when he had to stop and come home.But--oh, quick, there he is! See?"

  Instead of coming nearer Miss Holbrook fell back to the center of theroom; but her eyes were still turned toward the little house.

  "Yes, I see," she murmured. The next instant she had snatched ahandkerchief from David's outstretched hand. "No--no--I wouldn't wave,"she remonstrated hurriedly. "Come--come downstairs with me."

  "But I thought--I was sure he was looking this way," asserted David,turning reluctantly from the window. "And if he HAD seen me wave tohim, he'd have been so glad; now, wouldn't he?"

  There was no answer. The Lady of the Roses did not apparently hear. Shehad gone on down the stairway.