CHAPTER XV
A FLASH OF LIGHTNING
As the photograph wagon was halted at the gate which led to the ranchhouse grounds Lucy Davison spoke to Justin, from the rear of thewagon. Her tones were solicitous, and anxious:
"Justin," she said, "it's too bad to have to ask you to do it in thisstorm, but I wish you would go back to Mr. Jasper's and get Ben'spony, which he left there in the stable. I have a horse there, too,which I rode out from town. Get both of them, and put them in thestable here. You won't mind the extra trip? I ought to have spoken toyou of it before."
Justin was about to assure her that he would go willingly; when shecontinued, in lower tones:
"And Justin! Don't say anything about getting the horses from there,please. I will tell you why later. And I will explain everything toUncle Philip."
She had lifted the closed flap that protected the rear end of thewagon, and in the flame of the lightning which still burned across theskies he saw her pale and anxious face. She had always been beautifulin his eyes, but never more so than at that moment, while making thisdistressed appeal, even though her clothing exuded moisture and herhair was plastered to her head by the rain. Her pleading look hauntedhim for hours afterward.
"I'll go," he said promptly, "and I will have the horses here in alittle while."
"Thank you, Justin," she said, in a way she had never spoken to himbefore. "And say nothing to anybody! I think you will not find Mr.Jasper at home; but you know where the stable is, and how to get intoit."
The wagon rolled on into the ranch house grounds, where Ben was helpedout and into the house; and Justin galloped back along the trail toSloan Jasper's, having been given another surprise and further foodfor thought.
When he returned with Ben's pony and the horse Lucy had hired in thetown, and had put them in the stable with his own dripping animal, heentered the ranch house. Pearl opened the door for him; and as heremoved his wet slicker he heard Philip Davison explaining to SteveHarkness that the farmers' dam had been torn out by the storm. ThenFogg came toward him, and in the light at the farther end of the longhall he saw Lucy, who had changed her clothing and descended from herroom. Ben Davison was not to be seen.
"I reckon you're as wet as they make 'em," said Fogg, "but, just thesame, if you'll step in here we'll see what I've got on this plate."
He was on his way to the dark room he had fitted up in the house forhis photographic work.
Lucy came up to Justin, as Fogg walked on to this room. She looked himanxiously in the face.
"Yes, I brought the horses?" he said, interpreting the look.
"And said nothing to any one?"
"I have spoken to no one."
She thanked him with her eyes.
"You are just soaked," she said, "and you ought to go out to the bunkrooms and get dry clothing at once. I don't want to have you get sickbecause of that."
"A little wetting won't hurt me, and I'm going in here before I changemy clothes. Fogg wants to show me his picture, if he got one."
He followed Fogg, and she went with him, without invitation.
"What sort of picture did he take? I heard him saying something aboutit."
"He was trying to photograph a flash of lightning. I don't know how hesucceeded."
He stopped at the doorway and might have said more, if Fogg had notrequested him to come on in and close the door.
"This is the last plate I exposed, and I'm going to try it first,"said Fogg, as he made his preparations.
Fogg was an enthusiast on the subject of photography, and had longdesired to catch a lightning flash with his camera.
"If I haven't got it now I'll never have a better chance. That flash,just before the dam broke--wasn't it great? The whole sky flamed in away to blind a fellow. For a second or so I couldn't see a thing. Ihad the camera focussed and pointed just right to get that in greatshape, it seems to me. Now we'll see the result."
He placed the plate in the tray and turned the developer on it. Justinand Lucy were standing together, with heads almost touching, watchingwith interest to see the picture appear.
"I've got something, anyhow," said Fogg, when he saw the streak whichthe lightning had printed stand out, as it were, on the plate. "Ithink I've got a picture of the dam, too. The camera was trained onthe mountain, right across the top of the dam; I thought if I got thelightning I might have a great combination, with the dam and otherthings showing."
"You've got the lightning flash all right," said Justin, bendingforward.
"Yes, that's coming out great; see the image develop!"
He stopped, with a whistle of astonishment.
"Hello!" he exclaimed. "What's this?"
A remarkable picture was coming--had come--into view. Fogg stared,with rounded eyes; Lucy uttered a little cry of dismay and fright;Justin caught his breath with a gasp of astonishment.
Small wonder. On the end of the dam nearest the trail two humanfigures were shown--a man standing on the dam with axe descending anda woman rushing toward him over the slippery logs. The figures werenot large, but they were portrayed clearly. They were the figures ofBen and Lucy Davison, caught there by the camera, in the mad turmoilof the lashing storm.
For a moment not a word was spoken, while the figures seemed to swimmore clearly into view. Lucy broke the dead silence.
"May I see that plate, Mr. Fogg?"
Her voice was repressed and hard, as if she struggled with someviolent emotion.
"I--don't--why, yes, of course, look at it all you want to. But Idon't--"
The sentence was broken by a crash of falling glass. Lucy had eitherdashed the plate to the floor, or had let it fall in her agitation.
Justin almost leaped when he heard that sound. Lucy looked at him, andfor a moment he thought she was going to cry out. But again she spoke,turning to Fogg.
"Well, I'm glad it's broken!" she declared, nervously. "You saw whatyou saw, Mr. Fogg; but there is no reason why you should remember it.I hope you won't. Perhaps one of the other plates will show alightning flash. You couldn't have used this, anyway."
"Well, may I be--" Fogg caught himself. "Lucy, you broke thatintentionally!"
She turned on him with flashing eyes.
"Mr. Fogg, I did. You saw what was in that picture. You know what ittold, or you will know when you think it over. I broke it so that itcould never be used or seen by anybody. I'm glad I saw it just when Idid. I beg your pardon, but I had to do it."
Was this the Lucy Justin fancied he knew so well? He was astonishedbeyond measure.
"Yes, I guess you're right," Fogg admitted, as soon as he was able tosay anything. "That dam went out, and--yes, I guess you're right! Itwouldn't do for that picture to be seen. I've been wondering how youhappened to be where we found you, and what you and Ben were doingthere."
"Mr. Fogg," her tones were sharp, "don't accuse me even in your mind;I had nothing to do with it, but tried to stop it." She hesitated."And--whatever you think, please don't say anything to Uncle Philip;not now, at any rate; and don't tell him about the picture."
She turned to the door.
"Justin," she said, and her tones altered, "I'll see you to-morrow; orthis evening, if you like."
"This evening," he begged; and following her from the room, he hurriedout to the bunk house to shift into dry clothing.
When he saw her again, in the little parlor, she was pale, and hethought she had been crying, but her agitation and her strange mannerwere both gone. He came to the window where she stood, and with herlooked out into the stormy night. The white glare of the lightningilluminated the whole valley at times. About the top of the mountainit burned continually. The cottonwoods and willows were writhing bythe stream. On the roof and the sides of the house the dashing rainpounded furiously.
"Justin," she said, as he stood beside her, "I must explain that toyou. You know what that picture meant?"
He wanted to fold her in his arms and comfort her, when he heard hervoice break, but he checked the desir
e.
"I could guess," he said.
"I came down from Denver on the late train, having missed the earlierone."
"I was in town when the earlier one came in," he informed her,regretting for the moment that his too speedy return had kept him frommeeting her there. "If I had known you were coming!"
She looked at him fondly, as in the old days. How beautiful she was,though now very pale! He felt that he had not been mistaken inthinking her the most beautiful girl in the world. The East hadcertainly been kind to her.
"It was to be a surprise for you--you great boy, and for Uncle Philip.I had no idea how it would turn out. In the town I got a horse. Thestorm was threatening, but I thought I could get home. Just before Ireached Jasper's I overtook Ben on his pony. I'm telling you this,Justin, because I know you will never mention it!"
"I will never speak of it," he promised.
"I knew you wouldn't. Now, you must never mention this, either--butBen had been drinking."
Justin understood now the meaning of Ben's white face and glitteringeyes.
"I never knew him to drink before," she went on, "and I shouldn't haveknown it this evening but for the way he talked. Politics, and thatman Arkwright, caused it, I'm sure. He was raging, Justin--that is theword, raging--against you and the farmers, and particularly againstMr. Jasper and Mr. Sanders. He claimed they had tried to get you torun against him for the legislature. He talked like a crazy man, andmade such wild threats that he frightened me."
Justin wanted to express his mind somewhat emphatically. It seemedbest to say nothing; yet that picture of Ben Davison raging againsthim and frightening Lucy gave him a suffocating sense of wrath.
"The storm struck us just before we reached Mr. Jasper's house, and weturned in there for shelter. Jasper wasn't at home, but the doorwasn't locked and we went in."
"Jasper was in town," said Justin.
"Ben put the horses in the stable," she went on, without noticing theinterruption. "When he had done that, and had come into the house outof the rain, he began to rave again. After awhile he said he would goout and see how the horses were doing and give them some hay; but Isaw him pick up an axe in the yard and start toward the dam. Thoughthe storm was so bad, I followed him, for he had been swearingvengeance against the farmers, and from some things he had said Iguessed what he meant to do. When I reached him he was on the dam,chopping at one of the key logs, and had cut it almost in two."
She trembled, as that memory swept over her.
"I rushed out upon the dam, when I saw what he was doing, and beggedhim to stop. He tried to push me away, and I came near falling intothe water; but I clung to him, and then the axe slipped out of hishands and fell into the stream. The logs began to crack; and that,with the loss of the axe, made him willing to go back with me. We ran,and had just reached the shore when the dam gave way. The ground wasslippery, and he fell as we ran toward the house through the storm;and when he lay there like a log, and I couldn't get him up, my nervesgave way, and I screamed. Then you heard me. That is all; except thephotograph."
The calm she had maintained with difficulty forsook her as shefinished, her voice broke, and her tears fell like rain.
Justin slipped his arm about her.
"You were brave, Lucy!" was all he could find to say.
He had never realized how brave she could be.
"And, Justin, nothing must ever be said about it! It would ruin Ben;it might even put him in prison. I needn't have told you; but I wantedto, and I know you won't say anything about it."
Justin did not stop to think whether this were right or wrong. He gavethe promise instantly.
They began to talk of other things. She seemed not to want to sayanything more on the disagreeable subject; and Justin was glad to haveher talk of herself, of her school life, and her Eastern experiences.Somehow the old sense of intimacy had in a measure departed. Hewithdrew his hand from about her waist, that was still slender andgirlish. She had been removed to a great distance from him, it seemed.Yet, outwardly, she had not changed, except for the better. She wasmore womanly, more gracious, now that her tears had been shed and herthoughts had turned into other channels, even than in the old days.Nevertheless, Justin could not at once summon courage to say to herthe old sweet nothings in which both had delighted.
"You are still my sweetheart?" he ventured timidly, by and by. "TheEast hasn't changed you any in that respect, I hope?"
She looked at him earnestly, and her eyes grew luminous.
"No, Justin, not in the least; but there is one thing, which has cometo me while I was away. We aren't children any longer."
"I am well aware of that fact," he said; "I have been painfully awareof it, all evening."
She knew what he meant.
"We aren't children any longer; you are a man now, and I am a woman. Iheard a sermon the other Sunday, from those verses in which Paul saidhe had put away childish things and no longer acted or thought as achild. Long ago I told you that I loved you, and promised to marry yousome time; I haven't forgot that."
"I shall never forget it!"
"But now that we're no longer children, I think it is your duty tospeak to Uncle Philip."
The thought of facing Philip Davison on such a mission flushedJustin's face. Yet he did not hesitate.
"I will do so," he promised; "I ought to have been courageous enoughto do it long ago, and without you telling me to."
Instantly he felt taller, stronger, more manly. He knew he wasdeliriously happy. To feel the soft pressure of her body against his,the electric touch of her hand, and to hear her say that she lovedhim, and would some time marry him, thrilled him. He looked down intoher face, with the love light strong in his eyes. He recalled how hehad loved her during her long absence.
"You didn't see any one while you were gone that you thought you couldlove better?"
He believed he knew what the answer would be, but he awaited itbreathlessly.
"I oughtn't to say so, Justin, until after you have spoken to UnclePhilip; but I saw no one I could love half as much as you--no one."
"Yet you saw many men?"
She laughed lightly; it was like sunshine after rain.
"Not so very many as you might think. Mrs. Lassell's Finishing Schoolfor Young Ladies is a very exclusive and select place, you mustremember. She holds a very tight rein over the girls placed in hercharge."
"Is it so bad as that? It's a good thing for me, I guess, that she isso careful; you might get to see someone you could like better thanme."
She laughed again, seeing the anxiety he strove to cover.
"If you've been accumulating wrinkles and gray hairs on account ofthat you've been very foolish."
"Your last letter didn't seem quite as genial as some others!"
"I didn't underscore the important words, or write them in red ink?"
She became suddenly grave. The events of the evening haunted her likea bad dream.
He stooped low above her bended head.
"I love you," he whispered; "and I'm going to ask you again if youlove me, just to hear you say it!"
She looked up at him, tremulously.
"Justin, I love you, and I love you! There, don't ask me again, untilafter you have spoken to Uncle Philip."
His blue eyes were shining into the depths of her brown ones; and witha quick motion he stooped and kissed her.
"No one was looking, and no one could see us in here," he said, as shegave a start and her pale face flushed rosy red.
"I will speak to Mr. Davison to-morrow," he promised, as if to makeamends.
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