CHAPTER XIII
WHERE THE MILL STREAM RUNS FIERCEST
Two o'clock.
Three o'clock.
Two men were talking below their breaths in the otherwise empty office."That 'ere mill stream never gives up anything it has once caught,"muttered one into the ear of the other. "It's swift as fate and incertain places deep as hell. Dutch Jan's body was five months at thebottom of it, before it came up at Clark's pool."
The man beside him shivered and his hand roamed nervously towards hisbreast.
"Did Jan, the Dutchman you speak of, fall in by accident, or didhe--throw himself over--from homesickness, or some such cause?"
"Wa'al we don't say; on account of his old mother, you know, we don'tsay. It was called accident."
The other man rose and walked restlessly to the window.
"Half the town is up," he muttered. "The lanterns go by like fire-flies.Poor Ransom! It's a hopeless job, I fear." And again his hand wandered tothat breast pocket where the edge of a document could be seen. "I havehalf a mind to go out myself; anything is better than sitting here."
But he sat down just the same. Mr. Harper was no longer a young man.
"The storm's bating," observed the one.
"But not the cold. Throw on a stick; I'm freezing."
The other man obeyed; then looking up, stared. A girl stood before themin the doorway. Anitra, with cheeks ablaze and eyes burning, hertraveling dress flapping damp about her heels, and on her head the redshawl she preferred to any hat. Behind her shoulder peered the anxiousface of Mrs. Deo.
"I'm going out," cried the former in the loud and unmodulated voice ofthe deaf. "He don't come back! he don't come back! I'm going to see why."
The lawyer rose and bowed; then resolutely shook his head. He did notknow whether she had appealed to him or not. She had not looked at him,had not looked at any one, but he felt that he must protest.
"I beg you not to do so," he began. "I really beg you to remain here andwait with me. You can do no good and the result may be dangerous." But heknew he was talking to deaf ears even before the landlady murmured:
"She doesn't hear a word. I've talked and talked to her. I've used everysign and motion I could think of, but it's done no good. She would dressand she will go out; you'll see."
The next minute her prophecy came true; the wild thing, with a quickwhirl of her lithe body, was at the front door, and in another instanthad flashed through it and was gone.
"It is my duty to follow her," said the lawyer. "Help me on with my coat;I'll find some one to guide me."
"Here is a lantern. Excuse me for not going with you," pleaded Mrs. Deo,"but some one must watch the house."
The New Yorker nodded, took the lantern offered him, and went stoicallyout.
He met a man on the walk in front. He was faced his way and was pantingheavily.
"Hello," said he, "what news?"
"They haven't found her; but there's no doubt she went over the fall. Thefellow who calls himself her husband has just been reading a letter theysay she left on her bureau for him. It was a good-by, I reckon, for youcan't tear him from the spot. He says he'll stay there till daylight. Icouldn't stand the sight of his misery myself. Besides, it's mortal cold;I've just been running to get warm. Who was the girl who just wentscurrying by out of here? It's no place for wimmen down there. One lostgal is enough."
"That's what I think," muttered the lawyer, hurrying on.
He was not a very imaginative man; some of his best friends thought him acold and prosaic one, but he never forgot that walk or the sensationsaccompanying it. Dark as it still was, the way would have been impassablefor a stranger, had it not been for the guidance given by the noisypassing to and fro of the awakened townspeople. Those coming from theriver approached in a direct line from one spot; those going to itadvanced in the same line and to the same spot. A ring of lanterns markedit. It was near, very near where the heavy waters fell into a deep pool.No one now spoke of Anitra; she had evidently been warned by her firstencounter to move with less precipitancy.
As he approached the place of central interest, he moved more warily too.The ground was very bad; he had never walked in such slush. Once andagain he tripped; once he came down upon his face. The boom of the waterswas now very near; he could see nothing but the flicker of the lanterns,but he felt the near rush of the stream, and presently was at its veryedge. Startled by the nearness of his escape, for he had almost losthis footing by his sudden halt, he started back, looked again at thelanterns, took a turn and came upon the dozen or more men bending overthe edge of the stream where the waters ran most swiftly. But he did notjoin them. Another sight attracted his eyes and presently himself. Thiswas the sight of Ransom crouched on the wet earth, staring down at a slipof paper he held in his hands. A lantern set in the sand at his feet sentits feeble rays over his face and possibly over the paper; but he was nolonger reading it, he was simply so lost in its sorrowful contents thatall power of movement had deserted him.
Harper approached to his side, but he did not address him. Somethingstirred in his own breast and kept him silent. But there was anotherperson near who was not so deterred. As Harper stood watching Ransom'scrouched, almost insensible figure, he perceived a slight dark form stealfrom the shadows and lay a hand on the stooping man's shoulder, then ashe failed to move or give any token of feeling this touch, he heardAnitra's voice say in accents almost musical:
"You will get ill here; you are not used to the cold and the night air.Come back to the house; Georgian would wish it."
The name roused him and he looked up. Their eyes met and a strangegleam--a shock, perhaps, of sympathetic feeling, flashed upon eitherface. The lawyer saw and instinctively retreated from out the circle oflight cast by the lantern; but the men at the stream's edge heardnothing. The flash of something white had caught their eyes and one manwas reaching for it.
"Georgian," came in astonished repetition from the bereaved man's lips.
"She would wish it," persisted the other with still deeper and moreurgent meaning.
A slight, dark form stole from the shadows and laid ahand on the stooping man's shoulder.]
Then in a whisper so penetrating that even Mr. Harper caught its leastinflection through all the thunder of the waterfall, "She loved you."
Ah! the enchantment, the feminine persuasiveness, the heart-movingsincerity which breathed through that simple phrase! From lips sountutored, it seemed marvelous. Ransom was not insensible to its power,for he quivered under her hand and his eyes took on a look of wonder. Buthe made no attempt to answer, even by a sign. He seemed content for thatone instant just to listen and to look.
The man hanging over the stream drew back his arm. He had been deceivedby a bit of froth; some of it clung yet to his fingers.
"Come," entreated the girl, her face emerging softly into the light, asshe stooped lower over the lantern. "Come!" she had taken him by the handand was drawing him gently upward.
With a leap he was on his feet and had thrown her off. Some memory hadcome to make her entreaty hateful.
"No," he cried, "no! Here is my place and here will I stay. You are astranger to me! You drove her to this act, and you shall not cajole meinto forgetting it."
He had spoken loudly; not so much because he remembered her affliction,but because of the roar of the fall and his own overwhelming passion. Theresult was that the lawyer caught every word; possibly the workers at thewater-edge did also; for some of them quickly turned their heads. Butshe, though she stopped short in the spot where he had pushed her, gaveno evidence of hearing his words or even of resenting his manner.
"Won't you come?" she falteringly pleaded, pointing towards the housewith its twinkling lights. "You are cold; you are shuddering; they willdo the searching who don't mind night or wet. Follow Anitra, Anitra whois so sorry."
"No!" he shouted. His tone, his look, were almost those of a madman. Heeven put out his hands towards her in repulsion. He seemed to cast heraway. This gest
ure, if not his words, reached her understanding. Thelawyer saw her sway, fling back her young head with its disheveled locksto the night, and fall moaning pitifully to the ground. Here she laystill, with the wet grass all about her and the last lingering drops ofrain beating on her huddled form.
Mr. Harper started to raise her, for Ransom stood petrified. But nosooner had the lawyer made his presence known by this impetuous movement,than Ransom woke from his trance and, darting down, lifted the girl inhis arms and began moving with her towards the house. As he passed thelawyer he muttered between set teeth:
"She's caused me all my misery. But she looks too much like Georgian forme to see another man touch her. God will care for my poor darling'sbody."
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