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By RUTH WYETH SPEARS
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CHAPTER X—Continued
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Before Autumn was aware that
there had come any change in the
immobility of his posture, Bruce had
seized her wrist and turned her
about so that she stood facing him.
“I should like you to know, just
the same,” he said.
As he spoke, he drew her violent
ly to him. For an electrifying in
stant, she knew that all her resist
ance had crumpled within her and
that she was responding to his al
most brutal kiss with a fierce and
overwhelming joy. Then, with all
the strength of her arms, she beat
against him, striving to tear herself
away from his crushing embrace.
With a low laugh, Bruce grasped
her shoulders and flung her from
him, so that she reeled backward
against the wall of the cabin. She
stood, gasping in rage and terror,
unable to speak, while he lighted
another cigarette and lounged indif
ferently again on the table’s edge.
“Now—you have the reason,” he
said. “You had better not come here
again.”
She looked across at him, unable
at first to give place to the terrify
ing conviction that had come sud
denly upon her. She had done more
than cure him of his love for her—
she had destroyed even his respect
for her.
In a moment she was out of the
door into the blindness of a dying
sky, a dying world, into a forlorn
space that was hollow with the moan
of death.
CHAPTER XI
Autumn had gone to the drawing
room immediately after dinner and
had seated herself at the piano. Dur
ing the hour she had sat at the
table with her father, she had done
her best to bring him out of his
solitary brooding. But her own
frame of mind had been too deso
late to make the task easy. She was
sorry for him, inexpressibly so.
For weeks Autumn had watched
him fighting alone, retreating be
fore the heartless bludgeonings of
his own conscience, recovering him
self again and beating his way back
to a position of self-respect and re
newed faith in himself. And always
Autumn knew that his love for her
was the one precious thing in his
life. It was because of her, the
daughter of Millicent, that he re
fused to give up the fight, and be
cause of the memory of Millicent
that lived in her.
It was only natural, perhaps, that
he should be blind to the fact that
by his stubborn struggle he was
drawing his daughter into the con
flict. He had thought to avoid that
by keeping her where she would
never have known of it. Had she
been content to remain in England,
Jarvis would have fought through
to the end and died in the comfort
ing knowledge that she could at
least begin her own life and live it
as she pleased, without the unhappy
heritage of the past.
And now another evening was
coming serenely to a close, as
though the stars of the night before,
when she had gone alone to see
Bruce, had not shrunk out of the
sky, as though all beauty had not
become ashes in her heart. Jarvis
had gone to his library after dinner,
and Autumn sat at the piano, her
hands lisping idly over the keys, her
eyes inattentively noting the blue
dusk that stole from the open win
dow and made a strange, impalpa
ble color of a great bowl of yellow
roses.
Presently her hands fell from the
keyboard and lay listlessly in her
lap. At a sound from the hall, she
turned and saw her father standing
in the doorway, his cigar in his
fingers, his eyes fixed upon her with
an unwonted tenderness.
“What was that you were playing,
Autumn?” he asked after a mo
ment.
“That was Grondahl’s ‘Serenade,’
Da,” she told him.
“I’ve heard you play it before—
and I’ve asked the name of it,” he
said, “but I can never seem to re
member. Play it again. I like it.”
He came into the room and went
to a large chair that stood to one
side of the French windows where
he sat gazing out into the fitful light
of the garden as Autumn played.
When she came to the end at last,
he did not speak, and Autumn got up
and moved to the console where the
roses stood. She caressed an opu
lent, full-blown, yellow bloom with
thoughtful fingers.
“No more music?” Jarvis en
quired at last, a wistful note in his
voice that hurt the bruised part of
her being.
“Perhaps—later,” she said quiet
ly-
“Aye,” he said, “I suppose one
must be in the mood for it. But
that bit, now—the one you just
played—means something. It brings
a light to one when he hears it.”
Old Saint Pat ambled into the
room and settled himself on a rug
at his master’s feet. Autumn left
the roses and walked to a chair
near her father’s.
“Da,” she said gently, “what
would you say to my going back to
Aunt Flo?”
The Laird turned slowly in his
chair and looked at her across his
shoulder. She glanced at him in
souciently, almost without interest
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in how he should respond to her
question. She had really not meant
it for a question so much as an an
nouncement.
But the helpless, almost childlike
look of dejection that appeared
promptly in his eyes gave her a
moment’s disquietude.
He bent forward and clasped his
hands. “You wish to go, Autumn?”
he asked, his voice grown wistful.
“Da,” she replied, “one can’t al
ways do just what one would like to
do. I came here because I wanted
to—and I’ve managed to make a
mess of everything since I’ve come.
Jarvis sighed heavily. “I’m sor
ry, my dear. It hasn’t been your
fault, either.”
“It’s the fult of no one in particu
lar,” Autumn said. “It was just in
the cards.”
“Aye. I know. You’re still think
ing of Geoffrey’s son. Isn’t that
it?”
“I’m thinking—of everything,” she
responded. “I can’t go on living
here—with things as they are. I’ve
done my best, Da—or my worst,
perhaps, you would say. It will be
easier for everyone concerned if I
get back to the other side of the
world.”
She got up again and went to
stand before the window. There fol
lowed a long silence burdened with
the impasse to which their emotions
had come. She heard her father
clear his throat with a deep rumble,
and then she knew that he had risen
and was coming slowly toward her.
His hand lay for a moment gen
tly upon her shoulder, but she did
not turn to look at him.
“I’m sorry, my girl,” he mut
tered. “I cannot tell you how sor
ry I am. I had hoped—somehow—
that you might be happy here—after
a time—in spite of everything. I
had hoped for too much, it seems.”
“I had, too,” Autumn replied.
“But it wasn’t to be.”
“I shall miss you more now than
ever,” Jarvis said, and then, after
a long silence: “But you must not
stay because of that, Autumn.”
“You are making it easy for me to
go,” Autumn said, somewhat
abruptly in spite of herself.
The old man went back to his
chair. “Autumn,” he said at last,
“don’t be impatient with me tonight.
I’m tired—and your music—”
“I didn’t mean that. Da,” she said
quickly and went to him at once.
The Laird’s head sank forward,
his eyes staring out upon the gar
den. “I’d be just as glad if I could
make it easy for you to stay,” he
said. “Sometimes I think you—”
His voice stopped and he swept
his eyes with his hand. Autumn
threw her arms around him and
pressed him close to her in silence.
Presently he freed himself gently
from her embrace.
“You think of your father as a
coward, Autumn,” he said stoutly.
“I may have more courage than
you know. Yesterday—when the boy
came to see me—l thought I might
tell him—tell him all that I told
you one night upstairs there. I have
my senses still, and I can see things
still—with my own eyes. All your
silly carrying-on this summer with
that mad crowd of Elliot Parr’s—it
didn’t blind me to the truth. I’ve
known from the first what was be
hind it. I’ve spent days and nights
thinking about it. And when the
boy came—before he came to me, I
thought—l thought—the right thing
to do would be to tell him—so that
he’d know—so that he’d understand.
Then, I thought—he could do what
he liked—and you could do what you
liked—and I wouldn’t raise a hand
to stop it, one way or the other. But
—there’s no way of accounting for
these things, it seems. He came to
me—and he stood there as if he had
been Geoffrey Landor himself—
proud, insolent, careless—and I of
fered him money for the loss of his
sheep. I don’t think I expected him
to take it—but his manner stirred
something in me. It stirred the bit
terness and the hatred and the pride
that have filled me for twenty years
—and I turned him out!” He paused
for a moment. “And now—l am
turning you out, it seems.”
“No, Da,” Autumn protested, “it
isn’t so. You mustn’t say that. I
am going back—as I told you—be
cause I think it will be best for us
all.”
Jarvis Dean drew himself up.
“Have him over—tonight—in the
morning,” he said. “Bring him here
—and I’ll tell him. I’ll tell him all
I told you. When he has heard—”
“Father, please!” Autumn plead
ed. “That would only hurt him—
and it would only hurt me. You
would be doing that for me, and it
would be quite useless. If I love
Bruce Landor, it’s only another of
my silly blunders. I’ll get over it—
with the ocean between us it ought
to be easy. I’m not so hopeless
that I shall go on forever breaking
my heart over someone who doesn’t
care for me.”
The Laird raised his head and
looked at her. “You mean—he—”
“I mean—he doesn’t love me,
Da,” she said, smiling down at him,
“though there’s nothing so strange
about that.”
Jarvis was thoughtful for a mo
ment. Then he got up quickly and
stood looking at his half-smoked ci
gar. “I didn’t think he’d be such a
damned young fool!” he said.
Autumn laughed suddenly, but the
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Laird looked at her sternly. “It’ll
be as you say, then,” he said. “It’s
better so. I’ll sell up in the fall and
join you.”
He patted her shoulder in awk
ward and inarticulate compassion,
and turned away. She could hear
his retreating steps on the polished
floor, heavy and measured and pon
dering. To her defeated spirit, it
seemed that those footsteps sounded
the inexorable, iron stride of the
past crushing down the present and
the future.
She looked out upon the blurred
garden with eyes dull in resignation.
During the days that followed,
Jarvis Dean’s spirits were lighter
than they had been for months. To
be sure, it was not pleasant to think
that Autumn was leaving the place
to which she had come such a short
time ago, her heart swelling with
anticipation of what the future held
for her, her mind full of plans for
the new life she was entering. He
was sorry for her. And yet, the
irking uncertainty of those weeks
had been almost more than he
could bear at times. Autumn’s de
cision to return to the Old Coun
try had relieved him of that, at
least. His own resolve to sell every
thing and follow her as soon as it
could be managed without too great
a sacrifice had brought its regrets,
its pang of loneliness, but that had
Sr
“I’ve done my best, Da—
or my worst.”
passed. He had a clear road be
fore him now. He would leave be
hind him the past and all its burden
of unhappiness and spend the rest
of his days in a manner befitting a
man of ample means whose declin
ing years might easily be his bright
est.
It was some such feeling that pos
sessed him as he looked at Autumn
now, sitting opposite him at the
breakfast table. He had ordered
an early breakfast so that he might
leave in good time on his journey
into the hills to inspect his flocks
and to take up some supplies to
old Absolom Peek. Tom Willmar
had been making the trips back and
forth during the summer, but Jar
vis was in the habit of going him
self at least once during the season.
Besides, he had given instructions
to have the young Irish lad, Clancy
Shane, drive out the few hundred
sheep that had been culled from
the range and were being brought
down to be sold. He wanted to spend
a half hour with the boy and assure
himself that everything was coming
along as it should.
“You might make the trip in with
me today, Autumn,” he suggested,
“if you have nothing else to do. It
would be company for me and the
drive would do you no harm.”
“I thought of it last night,” Au
tumn said. “It will be my last
chance to see the flocks before I
leave.”
“Aye—that’s so. Well, get your
self ready and I’ll wait for you.”
“I’ll change in a jiffy, Da,” she
said, and left the table.
“Put enough lunch in the box for
the two of us, then,” Jarvis told
Hannah. “We’ll be back for din
ner late.”
They were on the road before the
day was more than a bright flame
on the eastern hilltops and Autumn
was guiding the car over the smooth
trail at a speed that made her father
grip the edges of the seat with both
hands.
“The trail will be rougher higher
up, Da,” she explained once when
she glanced sideways at him and
saw the grim set of his face. “We’ll
make good time now and loaf later
on.”
Noon brought them within sight of
the small flock that Clancy Shane
was bringing down from the upper
ranges and Autumn waited in the
car while her father walked down
into the valley. Half an hour later
he came back.
“I think I’ll stay along with
Moony,” he said. “If you want to
go along by yourself and have a
word with Absolom, you can pick
me up on the way back.”
“I’ll do that, Da,” she said. “Have
you any message for Absolom?”
"Just give him the box of stuff
there in the back of the car and
tell him I’ll be up myself maybe in
a week or two.”
Autumn started the motor and put
her hand on the gear shift.
“Here, now—wait a bit!” Jarvis
shouted. “We’ll eat first.”
For a full hour, Autumn and hei
father talked and laughed together
as they had not done since she was
a child. When she got up to go at
last, Jarvis went with her to the
car and leaned over to kiss her be
fore she started away.
“So long, darling,” Autumn called
as she put the car into the trail
again. “I’ll be back before you
know it.”
Jarvis stood shading his eyes
against the mid-day sun, until the
car vanished around a bend in the
trail, and an inexplicable sadness
came over him. He had been too
happy for the past hour. He turned
and picked his way slowly down into
the valley.
It was not until Autumn’s visit
with Absolom Peek had come to an
end and she was preparing to hurry
away that she found the courage to
tell him that she was bidding him
good-by for the last time. She had
stayed with the old herder much
longer than she had planned.
“You’ll be cornin’ up again, like as
not,” Absolom said as they strolled
together toward Autumn’s car.
“I’m afraid not, Absolom,” she
told him. “I’m never coming again."
“Eh?” The old man looked at her
in surprise.
“I’m going back again—to Eng
land, Absolom.”
“Now, now! What’s wrong, eh?”
“There’s nothing wrong, Absolom.
I’m just—out of place here.”
Absolom thrust his fingers under
his weathered hat and scratched
his head.
“Well, well,” he said at last. “It
isn’t much of a place for a young
girl, I know. It’ll go hard with the
Laird, I’m thinkin’, losin’ you again
just when he’s got used to havin’
you round.”
Autumn hesitated before she made
her reply. After all, it would do no
good to tell him that her father had
decided to spend the rest of his
days abroad.
“I haven’t been much of a help to
him, I’m afraid,” she replied.
“He’s past help, that man,” Ab
solom said suddenly. “Not but what
he’s been a great man in his day.
But he’s not livin’, Miss Autumn.”
“Poor Da,” Autumn murmured.
“He hasn’t had an easy life.”
“That’s right enough. He hasn’t.
But he won’t make it easier by
packin’ you off to that—”
“He’s not sending me away, Ab
solom,” she hastened to assure him.
“I’m going because I want to.”
Absolom regarded her quizzical
ly. “There’s more behind it than
that, I’m thinkin’. Though I’m ask
in’ no questions, mind.”
She was staunchly cheerful in her
farewell to Absolom, but a hot mist
came between her eyes and that un
forgettable picture there on the hill
side below them. And then, in a
moment, she was gone and old Ab
solom had turned again to his soli
tary task.
Very late that night, when Au
tumn lay awake and allowed her
mind to drift sleepily back over the
journey into the hills, it seemed to
her that what she had beheld in the
cycle of that day had been sunrise
and sunset on the moon, or on
some bizarrely landscaped planet
hitherto only a fantastic dream in
the mind of man. Early morning
had clawed great, long scars of
black valley down the pale, colossal
faces of the hills, frightening and
thrilling in their report of what this
land had been in ages gone. Noon
had made insubstantial islands of
the mountain tops, swimming in
their mists as on the white lambency
of some primordial sea. And in
the twilight, the dark patches of
pine that marked the valleys in that
broad expanse might have been the
spoor of creatures unthinkable, in
an unthinkable chaos of the earth.
No more of that now! Back again
to the artificial, the purposeless life
she had known with Aunt Flo. For
get that there had ever been any
thing else. Forget the reverent som
ber brow of a mountain bared to
the moon. Forget a star unfolding
like a bloom of sweet loneliness in
the luminous, unnameable color of a
summer sky. Forget the drift of
mountain rain in the spring, and the
flamy torches of Indian paint brush
on the gaunt hills. Forget Bruce
Landor, and the curious, heartless,
dear ways of love, forever.
CHAPTER XII
On an evening within a week of
the time set for Autumn’s depar
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Hector Cardigan’s place and invit
ed her to go with him to the Hos
pital Benefit Ball that night in Kam
loops.
“Linda is here with me,” Florian
said. “I had to come up on business,
but I see no reason why we shouldn’t
mix in a little pleasure with it. We
brought our duds and we’re all
dolled up. We haven’t seen any
thing of you for two weeks. I’ll
run out in the car for you if you say
so. How about it?”
“I don’t know, Florian,” she tem
porized. “I’m not much in the mood
for it.”
“Oh, come on!” he urged her.
“Where’s your community spirit?
The natives will never forgive you
if you don’t support the cause. Hec
tor has promised to chaperon us.”
Florian laughed in a meaningful
naivete which nettled her dispropor
tionately.
“Even you think I ought to have
someone to look after me,” she re
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working kidneys. Millions of boxes
are used every year. They are recom
mended the country over. Ask your
neighbor! .