CHAPTER XI.
MRS. RUTHVEN SPEAKS HER MIND.
Leaving the shore of the bay, St. John Ruthven walked slowly toward thehome of his aunt.
It irritated him greatly to think that his cousin preferred the societyof Jack to his own.
"I must speak to Aunt Alice about this," he said to himself. "It isgetting worse and worse."
He found his aunt sitting in the garden reading. She looked up insurprise at his approach.
"Aunt Alice, can you spare me a few minutes?" he said, after the usualgreeting.
"Surely, St. John. What is it that you wish?"
"I wish to speak to you about Marion."
"About Marion?" Mrs. Ruthven looked somewhat surprised.
"Yes. I saw her out again in a boat with that boy."
"That boy? Do you mean Jack?"
"Yes. I wonder you trust her to his care--after what happened at thewreck."
"Why should I not? Jack understands how to manage a boat. Marion is safewith her brother."
"But he is not her brother," cried St. John.
"Not in blood, perhaps, but in affection. They have been brought uptogether as children of one family."
"My dear Aunt Alice, do you think you have done wisely in encouragingthis intimacy?" he said earnestly.
"What can you mean?" she demanded. "Jack is fourteen years old andMarion is eighteen."
"Of course. But you know nothing of the boy's parentage. He is anunknown waif, cast upon the shore in his infancy, very possibly of a lowfamily."
"No, you are wrong there. Remember, I saw his mother. Everythingindicated her to be a lady. The child's clothing was of fine texture.But even if it were otherwise, he has endeared himself to me by hisnoble qualities. I regard him as a son."
St. John shrugged his shoulders. "You look upon him with the eyes ofaffection. To me he seems----"
"Well?"
"A commonplace boy,--a mechanic's child, very possibly,--who is quiteout of place among the Ruthvens."
At this Mrs. Ruthven grew indignant.
"You are prejudiced!" she cried. "I will not discuss the matter fartherwith you. I wish no one to speak to me against Jack. He is as dear to meas Marion herself."
The young man drew a deep breath. "I am silenced, Aunt Alice. But I wishto speak to you about Marion. She is no longer a child, but a younglady."
"Yes, she is now eighteen," answered Mrs. Ruthven slowly. "But to me sheseems a child still."
"Well--er--at what age did you marry, aunt?"
"At eighteen."
"Then, Aunt Alice, you cannot be surprised if I have thought of Marionas my future wife. I love her warmly and sincerely."
At this abrupt declaration Mrs. Ruthven was considerably surprised.
"Why, St. John, do you wish to marry that child?" she exclaimed.
"Why not? She is eighteen."
"Yes, but I had never thought of her as old enough to be married. Haveyou spoken to her?"
"Yes," he returned slowly, and with a cloud on his face.
"And what did she say?"
"Nothing--that is, she was taken by surprise and did not wish to discussthe matter at present."
Mrs. Ruthven drew a breath of relief. "She was sensible. Have you anyreason to think that she loves you?"
"I think she will soon. I am not conceited, Aunt Alice, but I think Ihave a good appearance and--I am a Ruthven."
"You are much older than she, St. John."
"I am, but a man of my age is still a young man."
"I should not object if she loved you, but I have never seen anyindications of it."
"Will you let her know that you favor my suit?"
At this Mrs. Ruthven shrugged her shoulders.
"But I am not sure that I do," she returned slowly.
"Have you heard anything to my discredit?" he demanded stiffly.
"No, no, St. John; but don't be precipitate. Let the matter rest for thepresent."
"Well, if you insist upon it, Aunt Alice," he said, his face falling.
"It seems to me best."
"But still, Aunt Alice, if Marion allows her affections to drift inanother direction----"
"I do not think she will, for the present. She is more interested in thewar than in anything else. Why, if I would allow it, she would go offand offer her services as a nurse."
"Don't let her go, aunt--I beg of you."
Mrs. Ruthven looked at her nephew curiously.
"What makes you so afraid of this war, St. John?"
"Afraid? I am not afraid exactly," he stammered. "I was thinking of dearMarion. It would be horrible for her to put up with the hardships, andsuch sights!"
"But somebody must bear such sights and sounds. War is war, and ourbeloved country must be sustained, even in her darkest hour."
He trembled and turned pale, but quickly recovered.
"What you say is true, Aunt Alice. I have wanted to go to the front, butmy mother positively refuses her permission. She is in mortal terrorthat the Yankees will come to our plantation and loot the place in myabsence."
"Do you think you can keep them from coming?"
"No, but I can--er--I can perhaps protect my mother."
"If you went off, she could come over here and remain with me."
"She wishes to remain at home. The old place is very dear to her. Itwould break her heart to have the enemy destroy it."
"I should not wish our place destroyed. Yet the only way to keep theenemy back is to go to the front and fight them."
"Well--I presume you are right, and I shall go some time--when I can winmy mother over," said St. John lamely.
He wanted to speak of Marion again, but, on looking across the garden,saw his cousin and Jack approaching. Soon the pair came up and Mariongreeted St. John with a slight bow.
"We have been out rowing, mother," said Jack, as he came up and kissedMrs. Ruthven. "It was lovely on the bay."
"Did you go far?"
"We went over to Hoskin's beach. Marion rowed part of the way."
"I hope you had a nice time," said St. John stiffly, turning to Marion.
"We had a lovely time," answered the girl. "Jack is the best roweraround here."
"Humph! Why, he's only a boy!" sneered the spendthrift.
"Yes, I am only a boy, St. John, but I reckon I can row as good as you,"replied our hero warmly. He had not forgotten the encounter on the road.
"Do you, indeed?"
"Yes, I do. Some day we can try a race. I'll give you choice of boatsand beat you."
At this Marion set up a merry laugh.
"I believe Jack can beat you at rowing, St. John," she said.
"I never race with boys," answered the spendthrift, more stiffly thanever.
"I'll race you to-day," went on Jack. "And I've rowed three or fourmiles already."
"Oh, Jack! you are too tired and the sun is too strong," remonstratedMrs. Ruthven, although inwardly pleased to see the lad stand up forhimself.
"I said I never raced with boys," said St. John.
"I would like to see a race," came from Marion. "I dare you to row Jack,St. John."
"Let us make it to the rocks and back," said Jack. "And you can have anyof the boats you please. I dare you to do it," and he looked at St. Johndefiantly.
"St. John may be tired. Perhaps he has been working," suggested Mrs.Ruthven, although she knew better.
"No, he has been walking and resting along shore," said Marion. "We sawhim from our boat."
"I'll give you another advantage, besides choice of boats," said Jack,bound that St. John should not back out. "I'll carry Marion as extraweight."
"Oh, that wouldn't be fair!" cried the girl. "Let St. John carry mamma."
"No, I must decline to go," said Mrs. Ruthven.
"I'll take Marion, and St. John need carry only himself," said our hero."I am certain I can beat him. I dare him to take me up."
There seemed no help for it, so St. John gave in, and soon the threewere on the way to Old
Ben's boathouse.
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