The Eye of Dread. Erskine Payne

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “Now you see what I mean about you. I want you to be longing for me all the time, until I return.”

      “All right. I’ll cry my eyes out, and I’ll keep writing for you to come home.”

      “Oh, come now! Tell me what you will do all the time.”

      “Oh, lots of things. I’ll paint pictures, too, and–I’ll write–and help mother just as I do now; and I’ll study art without going to Paris.”

      “Will you, you rogue! I’d marry you first and take you with me if it were possible, and you should study in Paris, too–that is, if you wished to.”

      “Wouldn’t it be wonderful! But I don’t know–I believe I’d rather write than paint.”

      “I believe I’d rather have you. They say there are no really great women artists. It isn’t in the woman’s nature. They haven’t the strength. Oh, they have the delicacy and all that; it’s something else they lack.”

      “Humph! It’s rather nice to have us lacking in one thing and another, isn’t it? It gives you men something to do to discover and fill in the lacks.”

      “I know one little lady who lacks in nothing but years.”

      Betty looked out of the window and down into the yard. “There is mother driving in. Let’s go down and have cookies and milk. I’m sure you need cookies and milk.”

      “I’ll need anything you say.”

      “Very well, then, you’ll need patience if ever you marry me.”

      “I know that well enough. Stop a moment. Kiss me before we go down.” He caught her in his arms, but she slipped away.

      “No, I won’t. You’ve had enough kisses. I’ll always give you one when you come, hereafter, and one when you go away, but no more.”

      “Then I shall come very often.” He laughed and leaned upon her instead of using his stick, as they slowly descended.

      Mary Ballard was chilled after her long drive in the rain, and Betty made her tea. Then, after a pleasant hour of chat and encouragement from the two sweet women, Peter Junior left them, promising to go to the picnic and nutting party on Saturday. It would surely be pleasant, for the sky was already clearing. Yes, truly a glad heart brings pleasant prognostications.

      CHAPTER X

      THE NUTTING PARTY

      Peter Junior made no attempt the next day to speak further to his father about his plans. It seemed to him better that he should wait until his wise mother had talked the matter over with the Elder. Although he put in most of the day at the studio, painting, he saw very little of Betty and thought she was avoiding him out of girlish coquetry, but she was only very busy. Martha was coming home and everything must be as clean as wax. Martha was such a tidy housekeeper that she would see the least lack and set to work to remedy it, and that Betty could not abide. In these days Martha’s coming marked a semimonthly event in the home, for since completing her course at the high school she had been teaching in the city. Bertrand would return with her, and then all would have to be talked over,–just what he had decided to do, and why.

      In the evening a surprise awaited the whole household, for Martha came, accompanied not only by her father, but also by a young professor in the same school where she taught. Mary Ballard greeted him most kindly, but she felt things were happening too rapidly in her family. Jamie and Bobby watched the young man covertly yet eagerly, taking note of his every movement and intonation. Was he one to be emulated or avoided? Only little Janey was quite unabashed by him, and this lightened his embarrassment greatly and helped him to the ease of manner he strove to establish.

      She led him out to the sweet-apple tree, and introduced him to the calf and the bantams, and invited him to go with them nutting the next day. “We’re all going in a great, big picnic wagon. Everybody’s going and we’ll have just lots of fun.” And he accepted, provided she would sit beside him all the way.

      Bobby decided at this point that he also would befriend the young man. “If you’re going to sit beside her all the way, you’ll have to be lively. She never sits in one place more than two minutes. You’ll have to sit on papa’s other knee for a while, and then you’ll have to sit on Peter Junior’s.”

      “That will be interesting, anyway. Who’s Peter Junior?”

      “Oh, he’s a man. He comes to see us a lot.”

      “He’s the son of Elder Craigmile,” explained Martha.

      “Is he going, too, Betty?”

      “Yes. The whole crowd are going. It will be fun. I’m glad now it rained Thursday, for the Deans didn’t want to postpone it till to-morrow, and then, when it rained, Mrs. Dean said it would be too wet to try to have it yesterday; and now we have you. I wanted all the time to wait until you came home.”

      That night, when Martha went to their room, Betty followed her, and after closing the door tightly she threw her arms around her sister’s neck.

      “Oh, Martha, Martha, dear! Tell me all about him. Why didn’t you let us know? I came near having on my old blue gingham. What if I had? He’s awfully nice looking. Is he in love with you? Tell me all about it. Does he make love to you? Oh, Martha! It’s so romantic for you to have a lover!”

      “Hush, Betty, some one will hear you. Of course he doesn’t make love to me!”

      “Why?”

      “I wouldn’t let him.”

      “Martha! Why not? Do you think it’s bad to let a young man make love to you?”

      “Betty! You mustn’t talk so loud. Everything sounds so through this house. It would mortify me to death.”

      “What would mortify you to death: to have him make love to you or to have someone hear me?”

      “Betty, dear!”

      “Well, tell me all about him–please! Why did he come out with you?”

      “You shouldn’t always be thinking about love-making–and–such things, Betty, dear. He just came out in the most natural way, just because he–he loves the country, and he was talking to me about it one day and said he’d like to come out some Friday with me–just about asked me to invite him. So when father called at the school yesterday for me, I introduced them, and he said the same thing to father, and of course father invited him over again, and–and–so he’s here. That’s all there is to it.”

      “I bet it isn’t. How long have you known him?”

      “Why, ever since I’ve been in the school, naturally.”

      “What does he teach?”

      “He has higher Latin and beginners’ Greek, and then he has charge of the main room when the principal goes out.”

      Betty pondered a little, sitting on the floor in front of her sister. “You have such a lovely way of doing your hair. Is that the way to do hair nowadays–with two long curls hanging down from one side of the coil? You wind one side around the back knot, and then you pin the other up and let the ends hang down in two long curls, don’t you? I’m СКАЧАТЬ