III
DAN AND BETTY
On the last day of the year the young men from Chericoke, as they rode downthe turnpike, came upon Betty bringing holly berries from the wood. She wasfollowed by two small negroes laden with branches, and beside her ran heryoung setters, Peyton and Bill.
As Dan came up with her, he checked his horse and swung himself to theground. "Thank God I've passed the boundary!" he exclaimed over hisshoulder to the others. "Ride on, my lads, ride on! Don't prate of theclaims of hospitality to me. My foot is on my neighbours' heath; I'm hostto no man."
"Come, now, Beau," remonstrated Jack Morson, looking down from his saddle;"I see in Miss Betty's eyes that she wants me to carry that holly--I swearI do."
"Then you see more than is written," declared Champe, from the other side,"for it's as plain as day that one eye says Diggs and one Lightfoot--isn'tit, Betty?"
Betty looked up, laughing. "If you are so skilled in foreign tongues, whatcan I answer?" she asked. "Only that I've been a mile after this holly forthe party to-night, and I wouldn't trust it to all of you together--forworlds."
"Oh, go on, go on," said Dan, impatiently, "doesn't that mean that she'lltrust it to me alone? Good morning, my boys, God be with you," and he ledPrince Rupert aside while the rest rode by.
When they were out of sight he turned to one of the small negroes, his handon the bridle. "Shall we exchange burdens, O eater of 'possums?" he askedblandly. "Will you permit me to tote your load, while you lead my horse tothe house? You aren't afraid of him, are you?"
The little negro grinned. "He do look moughty glum, suh," he replied, halffearfully.
"Glum! Why, the amiability in that horse's face is enough to draw tears.Come up, Prince Rupert, your highness is to go ahead of me; it's to obligea lady, you know."
Then, as Prince Rupert was led away, Dan looked at Betty.
"Shall it be the turnpike or the meadow path?" he inquired, with the gaydeference he used toward women, as if a word might turn it to a jest or alook might make it earnest.
"The meadow, but not the path," replied the girl; "the path is asleep underthe snow." She cast a happy glance over the white landscape, down the longturnpike, and across the broad meadow where a cedar tree waved like a snowyplume. "Jake, we must climb the wall," she added to the negro boy, "becareful about the berries."
Dan threw his holly into the meadow and lifted Betty upon the stone wall."Now wait a moment," he cautioned, as he went over. "Don't move till I tellyou. I'm managing this job--there, now jump!"
He caught her hands and set her on her feet beside him. "Take your fence,my beauties," he called gayly to the dogs, as they came bounding across theturnpike.
Betty straightened her cap and took up her berries.
"Your tender mercies are rather cruel," she complained, as she did so."Even my hair is undone."
"Oh, it's all the better," returned Dan, without looking at her. "I don'tsee why girls make themselves so smooth, anyway. That's what I like aboutyou, you know--you've always got a screw loose somewhere."
"But I haven't," cried Betty, stopping in the snow.
"What! if I find a curl where it oughtn't to be, may I have it?"
"Of course not," she answered indignantly.
"Well, there's one hanging over your ear now. Shall I put it straight withthis piece of holly? My hands are full, but I think I might manage it."
"Don't touch me with your holly!" exclaimed Betty, walking faster; then ina moment she turned and stood calling to the dogs. "Have you noticed whatbeauties Bill and Peyton have grown to be?" she questioned pleasantly."There weren't any boys to be named after papa and Uncle Bill, so I calledthe dogs after them, you know. Papa says he would rather have had a sonnamed Peyton; but I tell him the son might have been wicked and brought hishairs in sorrow to the grave."
"Well, I dare say, you're right," he stopped with a sweep of his hand, andstood looking to where a flock of crows were flying over the dried spectresof carrot flowers that stood up above the snow; "That's fine, now, isn'tit?" he asked seriously.
Betty followed his gesture, then she gave a little cry and threw her armsround the dogs. "The poor crows are so hungry," she said. "No, no, youmustn't chase them, Bill and Peyton, it isn't right, you see. Here, Jake,come and hold the dogs, while I feed the crows." She drew a handful of cornfrom the pocket of her cloak, and flung it out into the meadow.
"I always bring corn for them," she explained; "they get so hungry, andsometimes they starve to death right out here. Papa says they arepernicious birds; but I don't care--do you mind their being pernicious?"
"I? Not in the least. I assure you I trouble myself very little about themorals of my associates. I'm not fond of crows; but it is their voicesrather than their habits I object to. I can't stand their eternal'cawing!'--it drives me mad."
"I suppose foxes are pernicious beasts, also," said Betty, as she walkedon; "but there's an old red fox in the woods that I've been feeding foryears. I don't know anything that foxes like to eat except chickens, but Icarry him a basket of potatoes and turnips and bread, and pile them upunder a pine tree; it's just as well for him to acquire the taste for them,isn't it?"
She smiled at Dan above her fur tippet, and he forgot her words in watchingthe animation come and go in her face. He fell to musing over her decisivelittle chin, the sensitive curves of her nostrils and sweet wide mouth, andabove all over her kind yet ardent look, which gave the peculiar beauty toher eyes.
"Ah, is there anything in heaven or earth that you don't like?" he asked,as he gazed at her.
"That I don't like? Shall I really tell you?"
He bent toward her over his armful of holly.
"I have a capacious breast for secrets," he assured her.
"Then you will never breathe it?"
"Will you have me swear?" he glanced about him.
"Not by the inconstant moon," she entreated merrily.
"Well, by my 'gracious self'; what's the rest of it?"
She coloured and drew away from him. His eyes made her self-conscious, illat ease; the very carelessness of his look disconcerted her.
"No, do not swear," she begged. "I shall trust you with even so weighty aconfidence. I do not like--"
"Oh, come, why torture me?" he demanded.
She made a little gesture of alarm. "From fear of the wrath to come," sheadmitted.
"Of my wrath?" he regarded her with amazement. "Oh, don't you like_me_?" he exclaimed.
"You! Yes, yes--but--have mercy upon your petitioner. I do not like yourcravats."
She shut her eyes and stood before him with lowered head.
"My cravats!" cried Dan, in dismay, as his hand went to his throat, "but mycravats are from Paris--Charlie Morson brought them over. What is thematter with them?"
"They--they're too fancy," confessed Betty. "Papa wears only white, orblack ones you know."
"Too fancy! Nonsense! do you want to send me back to grandfather's stocks,I wonder? It's just pure envy--that's what it is. Never mind, I'll give youthe very best one I've got."
Betty shook her head. "And what should I do with it, pray?" she asked."Uncle Shadrach wouldn't wear it for worlds--he wears only papa's clothes,you see. Oh, I might give it to Hosea; but I don't think he'd like it."
"Hosea! Well, I declare," exclaimed Dan, and was silent.
When he spoke a little later it was somewhat awkwardly.
"I say, did Virginia ever tell you she didn't like my cravats?" heinquired.
"Virginia!" her voice was a little startled. "Oh, Virginia thinks they'relovely."
"And you don't?"
"No, I don't."
"Well, you are a case," he said, and walked on slowly.
They were already in sight of the house, and he did not speak again untilthey had passed the portico and entered the hall. There they found Virginiaand the young men, who had ridden over ahead of them, hanging evergreensfor the approaching party. Jack Morson, from the top of the step-ladder,was suspending a holl
y wreath above the door, while Champe was entwiningthe mahogany balustrade in running cedar.
"Oh, Betty, would it be disrespectful to put mistletoe above GeneralWashington's portrait?" called Virginia, as they went into the hall.
"I don't think he'd mind--the old dear," answered Betty, throwing herarmful of holly upon the floor. "There, Dan, the burden of the day isover."
"And none too soon," said Dan, as he tossed the holly from him. "Diggs, yousluggard, what are you sitting there in idleness for? Miss Pussy, can't youset him to work?"
Miss Pussy, who was bustling in and out with a troop of servants at herheels, found time to reply seriously that she really didn't think there wasanything she could trust him with. "Of course, I don't mind your amusingyourselves with the decorations," she added briskly, "but the cooking isquite a different thing, you know."
"Amusing myself!" protested Dan, in astonishment. "My dear lady, do youcall carrying a wagon load of brushwood amusement? Now, I'll grant, if youplease, that Morson is amusing himself on the step-ladder."
"Keep off," implored Morson, in terror; "if you shake the thing, I'm gone,I declare I am."
He nailed the garland in place and came down cautiously. "Now, that's whatI call an artistic job," he complacently remarked.
"Why, it's lovely," said Virginia, smiling, as he turned to her. "It'slovely, isn't it, Betty?"
"As lovely as a crooked thing can be," laughed Betty. She was lookingearnestly at Virginia, and wondering if she really liked Jack Morson sovery much. The girl was so bewitching in her red dress, with the flush ofa sudden emotion in her face, and the shyness in her downcast eyes.
"Oh, that isn't fair, Virginia," called Champe from the steps. "Save yourfavour for the man that deserves it--and look at me." Virginia did look athim, sending him the same radiant glance.
"But I've many 'lovelies' left," she said quickly; "it's my favouriteword."
"A most appropriate taste," faltered Diggs, from his chair beneath the hallclock.
Champe descended the staircase with a bound.
"What do I hear?" he exclaimed. "Has the oyster opened his mouth andbrought forth a compliment?"
"Oh, be quiet," commanded Dan, "I shan't hear Diggs made fun of, and it'stime to get back, anyway. Well, loveliest of lovely ladies, you must put onyour prettiest frock to-night."
Virginia's blush deepened. Did she like Dan so very much? thought Betty.
"But you mustn't notice me, please," she begged, "all the neighbours arecoming, and there are so many girls,--the Powells and the Harrisons and theDulaneys. I am going to wear pink, but you mustn't notice it, you know."
"That's right," said Jack Morson, "make him do his duty by the County, andkeep your dances for Diggs and me."
"I've done my duty by you, sir," was Dan's prompt retort, "so I'll begin todo my pleasure by myself. Now I give you fair warning, Virginia, if youdon't save the first reel for me, I'll dance all the rest with Betty."
"Then it will be a Betty of your own making," declared Betty over hershoulder, "for this Betty doesn't dance a single step with you to-night, sothere, sir."
"Your punishment be on your own head, rash woman," said Dan, sternly, as hetook up his riding-whip. "I'll dance with Peggy Harrison," and he went outto Prince Rupert, lifting his hat, as he mounted, to Miss Lydia, who stoodat her window above. A moment later they heard his horse's hoofs ringing inthe drive, and his voice gayly whistling:--
"They tell me thou'rt the favor'd guest."
When the others joined him in the turnpike, the four voices took up theair, and sent the pathetic melody fairly dancing across the snow.
"Do I thus haste to hall and bower Among the proud and gay to shine? Or deck my hair with gem and flower To flatter other eyes than thine? Ah, no, with me love's smiles are past; Thou hadst the first, thou hadst the last."
The song ended in a burst of laughter, and up the white turnpike, beneaththe melting snow that rained down from the trees, they rode merrily back toChericoke.
In the carriage way they found the Major, wrapped in his broadcloth cape,taking what he called a "breath of air."
"Well, gentlemen, I hope you had a pleasant ride," he remarked, followingthem into the house. "You didn't see your way to stop by Uplands, Ireckon?"
"That we did, sir," said Diggs, who was never bashful with the Major. "Infact, we made ourselves rather useful, I believe."
"They're charming young ladies over there, eh?" inquired the Major,genially; and a little later when Dan and he were alone, he put the samequestion to his grandson. "They're delightful girls, are they not, my boy?"he ventured incautiously. "You have noticed, I dare say, how yourgrandmother takes to Betty--and she's not a woman of many fancies, is yourgrandmother."
"Oh, but Virginia!" exclaimed Dan, with enthusiasm. "I wish you could haveseen her in her red dress to-day. You don't half realize what a thunderingbeauty that girl is. Why, she positively took my breath away."
The Major chuckled and rubbed his hands together.
"I don't, eh?" he said, scenting a romance as an old war horse scents abattle. "Well, well, maybe not; but I see where the wind blows anyway, andyou have my congratulations on either hand. I shan't deny that we old folkshad a leaning to Betty; but youth is youth, and we shan't oppose yourfancy. So I congratulate you, my boy, I congratulate you."
"Ah, she wouldn't look at me, sir," declared Dan, feeling that the pace wasbecoming a little too impetuous. "I only wish she would; but I'd as soonexpect the moon to drop from the skies."
"Not look at you! Pooh, pooh!" protested the old gentleman, indignantly."Proper pride is not vanity, sir; and there's never been a Lightfoot yetthat couldn't catch a woman's eye, if I do say it who should not. Pooh,pooh! it isn't a faint heart that wins the ladies."
"I know you to be an authority, my dear grandpa," admitted the young man,lightly glancing into the gilt-framed mirror above the mantel. "If there'sany of your blood in me, it makes for conquest." From the glass he caughtthe laughter in his eyes and turned it on his grandfather.
"It ill becomes me to rob the Lightfoots of one of their chiefdistinctions," said the Major, smiling in his turn. "We are not a proudpeople, my boy; but we've always fought like men and made love likegentlemen, and I hope that you will live up to your inheritance."
Then, as his grandson ran upstairs to dress, he followed him as far as Mrs.Lightfoot's chamber, and informed her with a touch of pomposity: "That itwas Virginia, not Betty, after all. But we'll make the best of it, mydear," he added cheerfully. "Either of the Ambler girls is a jewel ofpriceless value."
The little old lady received this flower of speech with more than ordinaryunconcern.
"Do you mean to tell me, Mr. Lightfoot, that the boy has begun already?"she demanded, in amazement.
"He doesn't say so," replied the Major, with a chuckle; "but I see what hemeans--I see what he means. Why, he told me he wished I could have seen herto-day in her red dress--and, bless my soul, I wish I could, ma'am."
"I don't see what good it would do you," returned his wife, coolly. "Butdid he have the face to tell you he was in love with the girl, Mr.Lightfoot?"
"Have the face?" repeated the Major, testily. "Pray, why shouldn't he havethe face, ma'am? Whom should he tell, I'd like to know, before he tells hisgrandfather?" and with a final "pooh, pooh!" he returned angrily to hislibrary and to the _Richmond Whig_, a paper he breathlessly read andmightily abused.
Dan, meanwhile, upstairs in his room with Champe, was busily sorting hiscollection of neckwear.
"Look here, Champe, I'll give you all these red ties, if you want them," hegenerously concluded. "I believe, after all, I'll take to wearing white orblack ones again."
"What?" asked Champe, in astonishment, turning on his heel. "Have the skiesfallen, or does Beau Montjoy forsake the fashions?"
"Confound the fashions!" retorted Dan, impatiently. "I don't care a jot forthe fashions. You may have all these, if you choose," and he tossed theneckties upon the bed.
Champe picked up one and examined it with interest.
"O woman," he murmured as he did so, "your hand is small but mighty."
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