"But I didn't realize what you actually meant to me till that moment at the switch. Then it came like a lightning flash. I knew I couldn't live without you--that if I couldn't pull you loose in time I'd have to die with you. I admit it bowled me over--knocked me silly. I couldn't get my bearings for a while. That's why I acted like a mule. But the thought that drove me to the tall timber was the awful one that you were going to die. I'd always hated the thought of it--but I supposed there wasn't any chance for you, so I put it out of my mind. Now I had to face it--you were under sentence of death and I couldn't live without you. When I came home last night I had made up my mind that I'd take you to all the specialists in the world--that something surely could be done for you. I felt sure you couldn't be as bad as Dr. Trent thought, when those moments on the track hadn't even hurt you. And I found your note--and went mad with happiness--and a little terror for fear you didn't care much for me, after all, and had gone away to get rid of me. But now, it's all right, isn't it, darling?"
Was she, Valancy, being called "darling"?
"I can't believe you care for me," she said helplessly. "I know you can't. What's the use, Barney? Of course, you're sorry for me--of course you want to do the best you can to straighten out the mess. But it can't be straightened out that way. You couldn't love me--me." She stood up and pointed tragically to the mirror over the mantel. Certainly, not even Allan Tierney could have seen beauty in the woeful, haggard little face reflected there.
Barney didn't look at the mirror. He looked at Valancy as if he would like to snatch her--or beat her.
"Love you! Girl, you're in the very core of my heart. I hold you there like a jewel. Didn't I promise you I'd never tell you a lie? Love you! I love you with all there is of me to love. Heart, soul, brain. Every fiber of body and spirit thrilling to the sweetness of you. There's nobody in the world for me but you, Valancy."
"You're--a good actor, Barney," said Valancy, with a wan little smile.
Barney looked at her.
"So you don't believe me--yet?"
"I--can't."
"Oh--damn!" said Barney violently.
Valancy looked up startled. She had never seen this Barney. Scowling! Eyes black with anger. Sneering lips. Dead-white face.
"You don't want to believe it," said Barney in the silk-smooth voice of ultimate rage. "You're tired of me. You want to get out of it--free from me. You're ashamed of the Pills and the Liniment, just as she was. Your Stirling pride can't stomach them. It was all right as long as you thought you hadn't long to live. A good lark--you could put up with me. But a lifetime with old Doc. Redfern's son is a different thing. Oh, I understand--perfectly. I've been very dense--but I understand, at last."
Valancy stood up. She stared into his furious face. Then--she suddenly laughed.
"You darling!" she said. "You do mean it! You do really love me! You wouldn't be so enraged if you didn't."
Barney stared at her for a moment. Then he caught her in his arms with the little low laugh of the triumphant lover.
Uncle Benjamin, who had been frozen with horror at the keyhole, suddenly thawed out and tiptoed back to Mrs. Frederick and Cousin Stickles.
"Everything is all right," he announced jubilantly.
Dear little Doss! He would send for his lawyer right away and alter his will again. Doss should be his sole heiress. To her that had should certainly be given.
Mrs. Frederick, returning to her comfortable belief in an overruling Providence, got out the family Bible and made an entry under "Marriages."
CHAPTER 43
"But, Barney," protested Valancy after a few minutes, "your father--somehow--gave me to understand that you still loved her."
"He would. Dad holds the championship for making blunders. If there's a thing that's better left unsaid you can trust him to say it. But he isn't a bad old soul, Valancy. You'll like him."
"I do, now."
"And his money isn't tainted money. He made it honestly. His medicines are quite harmless. Even his Purple Pills do people whole heaps of good when they believe in them."
"But--I'm not fit for your life," sighed Valancy. "I'm not--clever--or well-educated--or--"
"My life is in Mistawis--and all the wild places of the world. I'm not going to ask you to live the life of a society woman. Of course, we must spend a bit of the time with Dad--he's lonely and old--"
"But not in that big house of his," pleaded Valancy. "I can't live in a palace."
"Can't come down to that after your Blue Castle," grinned Barney. "Don't worry, sweet. I couldn't live in that house myself. It has a white marble stairway with gilt banisters and looks like a furniture shop with the labels off. Likewise it's the pride of Dad's heart. We'll get a little house somewhere outside of Montreal--in the real country--near enough to see Dad often. I think we'll build one for ourselves. A house you build for yourself is so much nicer than a hand-me-down. But we'll spend our summers in Mistawis. And our autumns traveling. I want you to see the Alhambra--it's the nearest thing to the Blue Castle of your dreams I can think of. And there's an old-world garden in Italy where I want to show you the moon rising over Rome through the dark cypress trees."
"Will that be any lovelier than the moon rising over Mistawis?"
"Not lovelier. But a different kind of loveliness. There are so many kinds of loveliness. Valancy, before this year you've spent all your life in ugliness. You know nothing of the beauty of the world. We'll climb mountains--hunt for treasures in the bazaars of Samarcand--search out the magic of east and west--run hand in hand to the rim of the world. I want to show you it all--see it again through your eyes. Girl, there are a million things I want to show you--do with you--say to you. It will take a lifetime. And we must see about that picture by Tierney, after all."
"Will you promise me one thing?" asked Valancy solemnly.
"Anything," said Barney recklessly.
"Only one thing. You are never, under any circumstances or under any provocation, to cast it up to me that I asked you to marry me."
CHAPTER 44
Extract from letter written by Miss Olive Stirling to Mr. Cecil Bruce:
It's really disgusting that Doss' crazy adventures should have turned out like this. It makes one feel that there is no use in behaving properly.
I'm sure her mind was unbalanced when she left home. What she said about a dust-pile showed that. Of course I don't think there was ever a thing the matter with her heart. Or perhaps Snaith or Redfern or whatever his name really is fed Purple Pills to her, back in that Mistawis hut, and cured her. It would make quite a testimonial for the family ads, wouldn't it?
He's such an insignificant-looking creature. I mentioned this to Doss but all she said was, "I don't like collar-ad men."
Well, he's certainly no collar-ad man. Thought I must say there is something rather distinguished about him, now that he has cut his hair and put on decent clothes. I really think, Cecil, you should exercise more. It doesn't do to get too fleshy.
He also claims, I believe, to be John Foster. We can believe that or not, as we like, I suppose.
Old Doc Redfern has given them two millions for a wedding-present. Evidently the Purple Pills bring in the bacon. They're going to spend the fall in Italy and the winter in Egypt and motor through Normandy in apple-blossom time. Not in that dreadful old Lizzie, though. Redfern has got a wonderful new car.
Well, I think I'll run away, too, and disgrace myself. It seems to pay.
Uncle Ben is a scream. Likewise Uncle James. The fuss they all make over Doss now is absolutely sickening. To hear Aunt Amelia talking of "my son-in-law, Bernard Redfern" and "my daughter, Mrs. Bernard Redfern." Mother and Father are as bad as the rest. And they can't see that Valancy is just laughing at them all in her sleeve.
CHAPTER 45
Valancy and Barney turned under the mainland pines in the cool dusk of the September night for a farewell look at the Blue Castle. Mistawis was drowned in sunset lilac light, incredibly delicate and elusive. Nip and Tuc
k were cawing lazily in the old pines. Good Luck and Banjo were mewed and mewing in separate baskets in Barney's new, dark-green car en route to Cousin Georgiana's. Cousin Georgiana was going to take care of them until Barney and Valancy came back. Aunt Wellington and Cousin Sarah and Aunt Amelia had also entreated the privilege of looking after them, but to Cousin Georgiana was it given. Valancy was in tears.
"Don't cry, Moonlight. We'll be back next summer. And now we're off for a real honeymoon."
Valancy smiled through her tears. She was so happy that her happiness terrified her. But, despite the delights before her--"the glory that was Greece and the grandeur that was Rome"--lure of the ageless Nile--glamor of the Riviera--mosque and palace and minaret--she knew perfectly well that no spot or palace or home in the world could ever possess the sorcery of her Blue Castle.
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