CHAPTER XLVII.
THE BEGINNING OF THE END.
The next morning dawned clear and beautiful. Over head, one unbrokenexpanse of blue; under foot, a mantle of soft, white ermine. All thetrees were transformed into fairy-like, silver-robed, pearl-studded,plume-adorned wonders. Diamonds floated in the air, and sunbeamslighted up the whole with dazzling brilliancy. Everything was white,pure, wonderful, and the whole enclosed in a monster chrysolite;earth, air, and sky, were shut within a radiant sphere that had neveran outlet.
Madeline had passed an almost sleepless night. But when she arose,with the first gleam of sunlight, and looked upon this new, white,imprisoned world, she felt strong for a fresh day's battle.
"I must go out," she said to herself; "out into this sparkling air. Ican breathe in the brightness; I know I can. I almost feel as if Icould catch it, and weave it into my life."
She hastily donned her wraps and set off for a brisk walk, no matterwhere, through that glorious Winter glow.
Under the snow-laden arms of the grand old trees, out of the groundsof Oakley. Before she realized it she was half way down the pathleading to the village.
Something that jarred upon her sense of the beautiful, awakened her toherself, and she turned suddenly about.
"How dare ugly little brown bears come out in the white glitter," shemuttered, whimsically. "I will turn about; he spoils the fairypicture. I had forgotten there were boys, or men, in the world."
Something came panting behind her. The "brown bear" had acceleratedhis pace, and now came up at a round trot.
"Hold on a minit; darned if I can see who ye air in this snow," hecried, pausing before her and rubbing his eyes vigorously. "All right;I thought it was you," he added, after considerable blinking. "I'vegot a tellygram for ye, Miss Payne; orders were not to give it toanyone but you, so I chased ye sharp."
Madeline laughed outright as she took the telegram from his hand. Theboy, without waiting for her words of thanks, took to his heels,shouting back over his shoulder: "No answer!"
Madeline gazed for a moment after the flying figure, and wonderinglyopened the message. This is what she read:
Be at H----'s to-night when evening train comes down. We are ready for action; have found a witness.
C. V.
Madeline lifted her eyes from the scrap of paper and looked about herincredulously, as if she expected to find some explanation shining inthe air.
"Ready for action," she murmured. "That means--can it mean that LucianDavlin is at last in our power? Can those detectives have solved themystery? Oh! how can I wait until night!"
She fairly flew along now, eager to keep in motion. On, on she went,over the stile, through the glittering white-robed grove; on, untilshe reached Hagar's cottage. It was locked and deserted, as she knew,but she cared not for that. She must walk somewhere, then why nothere?
For a moment she stood on the snow-laden door stone, and gazed abouther. Then swiftly, as swiftly as before, she flew down the path--thesame path she had taken on the Summer day when she had heard fromHagar's lips her mother's story. When she reached the tree in whosearms she had nestled so often, where she had listened to the bargainbetween her step-father and decrepit old Amos Adams, and where she hadbeen wooed by Lucian Davlin--she paused. There, coming toward her, wasLucian Davlin himself.
"What a fatality!" muttered the girl. "He is coming to meet me; hasbeen watching me, perhaps."
She stood calmly gazing up at the snow-laden branches, and again shesaw herself standing underneath them, a hesitating girl, wondering ifshe could let her lover go away alone. Then she turned her head andher eyes met those of Lucian Davlin.
"Good morning, Miss Payne," he said, lifting his hat with his usualgrace. "I am happy to know that we have one taste in common--a love ofnature in this disguise. Is not the wintry world beautiful?"
"Beautiful, indeed," replied Madeline, resuming her walk homeward."The trees are fairy palaces. It is lovelier than Summer, is it not?"
"It is very lovely," gazing not at the trees but down into her face,"but--so cold."
She understood his meaning and replied, calmly: "Cold? Yes; it is notSummer."
"No," he assented, with a sad intonation, "it is not Summer. MissPayne, Madeline, will it ever be Summer again?"
Madeline looked up and about her, and smiled as she did so. "Yes," shereplied, "it will be Summer--soon."
He had turned and retraced his steps at her side. She was walkingswiftly again, and for some time neither spoke. When they entered thegrounds of the manor, he said, half deprecatingly:
"Madeline, may I ask this one question?"
"Yes," quietly.
"I saw you pause under that tree and look about you," he said, slowly;"was it because you thought of other days, and of me?"
Slowly she turned her face toward him, saying, simply: "Yes."
They were nearing the entrance, and he half stopped to ask his nextquestion. "Will you tell me what were your thoughts, Madeline?"
Slowly she ascended the steps, and at the door turned and faced him:"I will tell you to-night."
And with a ripple of laughter on her lips, she entered the hall ofOakley.