The Safety Curten, Ethel May Dell [e ink epub reader .TXT] 📗

gold ring, exquisitely dainty, set with pearls. A quick tremor went through Doris. She guessed that it had belonged to his mother.
Again she read the few simple words; they seemed to her to hold an appeal which the man himself could never have uttered, and her heart quivered in response as a finely tempered instrument vibrates to a sudden sound. Had she never understood him?
She finished her dressing with impulsive haste, and with Jeff's gift in her hand turned to leave the room.
Her heart throbbed violently as she descended.
What would his mood be when she found him? If he would only be kind to her! Ah, if only he would be kind! Granny Grimshaw was lighting the lamps in the hall and parlour.
"Everyone's out but me," she said. "Master Jeff and I generally keep house alone together on Christmas night. I don't know why he doesn't come in. He went out to see to the horses half an hour ago. He hasn't had his tea yet."
"I will give him his tea," Doris said.
"Very well," said Granny Grimshaw. "I'll leave the kettle on for you while I go up and dress."
Doris went into the parlour to wait. The lamp on the table was alight, the teacups ready, and a bright fire made the room cosy. She went to the window and drew aside the curtain.
The snow had ceased, and the sky was clear. Stars were beginning to pierce the darkness.
Slowly the minutes crawled by. She began to listen for his coming, to chafe at his delay. At last, grown nervous with suspense, she turned from the window and went into the hall. She opened the door and stepped out into the porch.
Still and starlit lay the path before her. The snow had been swept away. Impulse seized her. She felt she could wait no longer. She slipped back into the hall, took a coat of Jeff's from a peg, put it on, and so passed out into the open.
The way to the stable lay past the mill-stream. On noiseless feet she followed it. The water was deep and dark and silent. She shivered as she drew near. In the stable beyond, close to the mill, she saw a light. It was moving towards her. In a moment she discovered Jeff's face above it, and--was it something she actually saw in the face, or was it an illusion created by the swinging lantern?--her heart gave a sudden jerk of horror. For it was to her as if she looked upon the face of a dead man.
She stood still in the shadow of a weeping willow, arrested by that look, and watched him come slowly forth.
He moved heavily as one driven by Fate, pulling the stable door to after him. This he turned to lock, then stooped, still with that face as of a death-mask, and deliberately extinguished his lantern.
Doris's heart jerked again at the action, and every pulse began to clamour. Why did he put out the lantern before reaching the house?
The next moment she heard his footsteps, slow and heavy, coming towards her. The path wound along a bank a couple of feet above the mill-stream. He approached till in the darkness he had nearly reached her, then he stopped.
She thought he had discerned her, but the next moment she realized that he had not. He was facing the water; he seemed to be staring across it. And even as she watched he took another step straight towards it.
It was then that like a flashlight leaping from his brain to hers she realized what he was about to do. How the knowledge came to her she knew not, but it was hers past all disputing in that single second of blinding revelation. And just as that morning she had been inspired to act on sheer wild impulse, so now without an instant's pause she acted again. She sprang from her hiding-place with a strangled cry, and threw her arms about him.
"Jeff! Jeff! What are you doing here?"
He gave a great start that made her think of a frightened animal, and stood still. She felt his arms grow rigid at his sides, and knew that his hands were clenched.
"Jeff!" she cried again, clinging faster. "You--you're never thinking of--of that?"
Her utterance ended in a shudder as she sought with all her strength to drag him away from the icy water.
He resisted her doggedly, standing like a rock. "Whatever I'm thinking of doing is my affair," he said, shortly and sternly. "Go away and leave me alone!"
"I won't!" she cried back to him half-hysterically. "I won't! If--if you're going to do that, you'll take me with you!"
He turned round then and moved back to the path. "Who said I was going to do anything?" he demanded in a voice that sounded half-angry and half-ashamed.
She answered him with absolute candour. "I saw your face just now. I couldn't help knowing. Oh, Jeff, Jeff! is it as bad as that? Do you hate me so badly as that?"
He made a movement of the arms that was curiously passionate, but he did not attempt to take her into them. "I don't hate you," he said, in a voice that sounded half-choked. "I love you--so horribly"--there was a note of ferocity in the low-spoken words--"that I can never know any peace without you! And since with you it is otherwise, what remedy is there? You love Hugh Chesyl. You only want to be free to marry him. While I--"
He broke off in fierce impotence, and began to thrust her from him. But she held him fast.
"Jeff--Jeff, this is madness! Listen to me! You must listen! Hugh and I are friends, and we shall never be anything more. Jeff, let me be with you! Teach me to love you! You can if you will. Don't--don't ruin both our lives!"
She was pleading with him passionately, still holding him back. And, as she pleaded, she reached up her arms and slowly clasped his neck.
"Oh, Jeff, be good to me--be good to me just this once!" she prayed. "I've made such a hideous mistake, but don't punish me like this! I swear if you go, I shall go too! There'll be nothing left to live for. Jeff--Jeff, if you really love me, spare me this!"
The broken entreaty went into agonized sobbing, yet she kept her face upraised to his. Instinctively she knew that in that eleventh hour she must offer all she had.
Several moments throbbed away. She began to think that she had failed. And then very suddenly he moved, put his arm about her, led her away.
Not a word did he utter, but there was comfort in the holding of his arm. She went with him with the curious hushed sense of one who stands on the threshold of that which is sacred.


CHAPTER XIII
A FARMER'S WIFE

Two eyes, old but yet keen, peered forth into the wintry night, and a grey head nodded approvingly, as Jeff Ironside and his wife came in silence to their home. And then the bedroom blind came down, and Granny Grimshaw sat down cosily by her bit of wood fire to hold a strictly private little service of thanksgiving.
Downstairs into the raftered kitchen two people came, each holding each, both speechless, with a restraint that bound them as by a spell.
By nature the woman spoke first, her voice no more than a whisper. "Sit on the settle, won't you? I'm going to get your tea."
His arm fell from her. He sat down heavily, not looking at her. She stepped to the fire and took the empty teapot from the hob, then light-footed to the dresser for the tea.
He did not watch her. For a while he sat staring blindly straight before him. Then slowly he leaned forward, and dropped his head into his hands.
Not till the tea was made did she so much as glance towards him, so intent to all seeming was she upon her task. But when it was done, she looked at him sitting there bowed upon the settle, and very suddenly, very lightly, she came to his side.
"Jeff!" she said.
He neither moved nor spoke.
She laid a shy hand on his shoulder. "Jeff!" Her voice was pleading and rather breathless, as though she would ask him to bear with her. "I want to thank you so much--so very much--for your Christmas gift. See! I'm wearing it."
She slipped her hand down into his, so that he held it pressed against his cheek. He spoke no word, but against her fingers she felt a quiver.
She bent over him, growing bolder. "Jeff, I--I want you to give me back--my wedding-ring."
He did not stir or answer.
"Please!" she whispered. "Won't you?"
And then dumbly, keeping his face hidden, he drew her hand down to his breast-pocket.
"Is it there?" she whispered. "May I take it?"
Her fingers felt for and found what they sought. Her hand came up again, wearing the ring. And then, with a swift, impulsive movement she knelt before him, clasping his two wrists.
"Jeff--Jeff! will you--will you try to forgive me?"
There followed silence, but very strangely no misgiving assailed her. She strove with gentle insistence to draw the shielding hands away.
At first he resisted her, and then very suddenly he yielded. His hands went out to her, his head dropped forward upon her shoulder. A strangled sob shook him.
And Doris knelt up with all her woman's compassion leaping to his need, and clasped her warm arms about him, holding him to her heart.
That broke him, broke him utterly, so that for a while no words could pass between them. For Doris was crying too, even while she sought to comfort.
But at last, with a valiant effort, she checked her tears. "Jeff--darling, don't let us be so--so silly," she murmured, with one quivering hand laid upon his head. "We've got all we want--both of us. Let's forget it all! Let's begin again!"
He put his arms around her, not lifting his head.
"Can't we?" she said softly. "I'm ready."
He spoke at last below his breath. "You couldn't! You'll never forget what a brute I've been."
She turned her head quickly and laid her cheek against his forehead. "Shall I tell you just how much I am going to remember?"
He was silent, breathing deeply.
"Just this," she said. "That you love me--so much--that you can't do without me, and that you were willing--to give your life--for my happiness. That is what I am going to remember, Jeff, and it will be a very precious memory. And I want to tell you just one little thing before we go any farther. It's about Hugh. I don't love him in the way that you and I count love. I did very nearly for a little while. But that is over. I don't think--I never have quite thought--that he is altogether my sort, or I his. Jeff dear, you believe that?"
"Yes," said Jeff.
"Thank you," she said simply. "I want you to try and believe me always, because I do tell the truth. And now, Jeff, I've got to tell you that I'm dreadfully sorry for the way I've treated you. Yes, let me say it," as he made a quick movement of protest. "It's true. I've treated you abominably, mainly because I didn't understand. I do understand now. You--you've opened my eyes. Oh, Jeff, thank God they were opened even at the eleventh hour! What should I have done if--if--" She broke off with a shiver, and then nestled to him like a child, as though that were the end of the argument. "And now I'm going to be such a good wife to you," she whispered, "to make