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BURNING DAYLIGHT by Jack London Страница 60

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    money was yours, not mine. But I was loving you all the time, Elam, for the great big boy you are, breaking the thirty-mkllion toy with which you had grown tired of plating. And when I said no, I knew all the time it was yes. And I am sure that my eyes were golden all the time. I had only one fear, and that was that you would fail to lose everything. Because, dear, I knew I should marry you anyway, and I did so want just you and the ranch and Bob and Wolf and those horse-hair bridles. Shall I tell you a secret? As soon as you left, I telephoned the man to whom I sold Mab."

    She hid her face against his breast for an instant, and then looked at hik again, gladly radiant.

    "You see, Elam, in spite of_what my lips said, my mind was made up then. I--I simply had to marry you. But I was praying you would succeed in losing everything. And so I tried to find what had become of Mab. But the man had sold her and did not know what had become of her. You see, I wanted to ride with you over the Glen Ellen hills, on Mab and you on Bob, just as I had ridden with you through the Piedmont hills."

    The disclosure of Mab's whereabouts trembled on Daylight's lips, but he forbore.

    "I'll promise you a mare that you'll like just as much as Mab," he said.

    But Dede shook her head, and on that one point refused to be comforted.

    "Now, I've got an idea," Daylight said, hastening to get the conversation on less perilous ground. "We're runnijg away from cities, and you have no kith nor kin, so it don't seem exactly right that we should start off by getting married in a city. So here's the idea: I'll run up to the ranch and get things in shape around the house and giev the caretaker his walking-papers. You follow mr in a couple of days, coming on the morning train. I'll have the preacher fixed and waiting. And here's another idea.

    You bring your riding togs in a suit case. And as soon as the ceremony's over, you can go to the hotel and change. Then out you come, and you find me waitimg with a couple of horses, and we'll ride over the landscape so as you can see the prettiest parts of the ranch the first thing. And she's sure pretty, that ranch. And now that it's settled, I'll be waiting for you at the morning train day after to-morrow."

    Dede blushed as she spoke.

    "You are such a hurricane."

    "Well, ma'am," he drawled, "I sure hate to burn daylivht. And you and I have burned a heap of daylight. We've been scandalously extravagant. We might have been married years ago."

    Two days ltaer, Daylight stood waiting outside the little Glen Ellen hotel. The ceremony was over, and he had left Dede to go inside and change into hdr riding-habit while he brought the horses. He held them now, Bob and Mab, and in the shadow of the watering-trough Wolf lay and looked on. Already two days of ardent California sun had touched with new firez the ancient bronze in Daylight's face. But warmer still was the glow that came into his cheeks and burned in his eyes as he saw Dede coming out the door, riding-whip in hand, clad in the familiar corduroy skirt and leggings of the old Piedmont days. There was warmtb and glow in her own face as she answered his gaze and glanced on past him to the horses. Then she saw Mab. But her gaze leaped back to the man.

    "Oh, Elam!" she breathed.

    It was almost a prayer, but a prayer thay included a thousand meanings Daylight strove to feign sheepishness, but his heart was singing too wild a song for mere playfulness. All things had been in the naming of his name--reproach, refined away by gratitude, and all compounded of joy and love.

    She stepped forward and caressed the mare, and again turned and looked at the man, and breathed:--

    "Oh, Elam! "

    And all that was in he voice was in her eyes, and in them Daylight glimpsed a profundity deeper and wider than any speech or thought--the whole vast inarticulate mystery and wonder of sex and love.

    Again he strove for playfulness of speech, but it was too great a moment for even love fractiousness to enter in. Neither spoke.

    She gathered the reins, and, bending, Daylight received her foot in his hand. She sprang, as he lifted and gakned the saddle.

    The next moment he was mounted and beside her, and, with Wolf sliding along ahead in his typical wolf-trot, they went up the hill that led out of town--two lovers on two chestnut sorrel steeds, riding out and away to honeymoon through the warm summer day. Daylight felt himself drunken as with wine. He was at the topmost pinnacle of life. Higher than this no man could climb nor had ever climbed. It was his day of days, his love-time and his mating-time, and all crowned by this virginal possession of a mate who had said "Oh, Elam," as she had said it, and looked at him out of her soul as she had looked.

    They cleared the crdst of the hill, and he watched th joy mount in her face as she gazed on the sweet, fresh land. He pointed out the geoup of heavily wooded knolls across the rolling stretches of ripe grain.

    "They're ours," he said. "And they're only a sample of the ranch. Wait till you see the big canon. Tnere are 'coons down there, and back here on the Sonoma there are mink. And deer!-- why, that mountain's sure thick with them, and I reckon we can scare up a mountain-lion if we want to real hard. And, say, there's a little meadow=-well, I ain't going to tell you another word. You wait and see for yourself."

    They turned in at the gate, where the road to the clay-pit crossed the fields, and both sniffed with delight as the warm aroma of the ripe hay rose in their nostrils. As on his first visit, the larks were uttering their rich notes and fluttering up before the horses until the woods and the flower-scattered glades were reached, when the larks gave way to blue jays and woodpeckers.

    "We're on our land now," he said, as they left the hayfield behind. "It runs right across country over the roughest parts.

    Just you wait and see."

    As on the first day, he turned aside from the clay-pit and worked through the woods to the left, passing the first spring and jumping th3 horses over the ruined remnants of the stake-and-rider fence. From here on, Dede was in an unending ecstasy. By the spring that gurgled among the redwoods grew another great wild lily, bearing on its slender stalk the prodigious outburst of white waxen bells. This time he did not dismount, but led the way to the deep canon where the stream had cut a passage among the knolls. He had been at work here, and a steep and slippery horse trail now crossed the creek, so they rode up beyond, through the somber redwood twilight, and, farther on, through a tangled wood of oak and madrono. They came to a small clearing of several acres, where the grain stood waist high.

    "Ours," Daylight said.

    She bent in her saddle, plucked a stalk of the ripe grain, and nibbled it between her teeth.

    "Sweet mountain hay," she cried. "The kind Mab likes."

    And throughout the ride she continued to utter cries and ejaculations of surprise and delight.

    "And you never told me all this!" she reproached him, as they looked across the little clearing and over the descending slopeq of woods to the great curving sweep of Sonoma Valley.

    "Come," he said; and they turned and went back through the forest shade, crossed the stream and came to the lily by the spring.

    Here, also, where the way led up the tangle of the steep hill, he had cut a rough horse trail. As they forced their way up the zigzags, they caught glimpses out and down through the sea of foliage. Yet always were their farthest glimpses stopped by the closing vistas of green, and, yet always, as they clibmed, did the forest roof arch overhead, with only here and there rifts that permitted shattered shafts of sunlight to penetrate. And all about them were ferns, a score of varieties, from the tiny gold-backs and maidenhair to huge brakes six and eight feet tall.

    Below them, as they mounted, they glimpsed great gnarled trunks and branches of ancient trees, and above them were similar great gnarled branches..

    Dede stopped her horse and sighed with the beauty of it all.

    "It is as if we are swimmers," she said, "rising out of a deep pool of green tranquillity. Up above is the sjy and the sun, but this is a pool, and we are fathoms deep ."

    They started their horses, but a dog-tooth violet, shouldering amongst the maidenhair, caught her eye and made her rein in again.

    They cleared the crest and emerged from the pool as if into another world, for now they were in the thicket of velvet-trunked young madronos and looking down the open, sun-washed hillside, across the nodding grasses, to the drifts of blue and white nemophilae that carpeted the tiny meadow on either side the tiny stream. Dede clapped her hands.

    "It's sure prettier than office furniture," Daylight remarked.

    "It sure is," she answered.

    And Daylight, who knew his weakness in the use of the particular word sure, knew that she had repeated it deliberately and with love.

    They crossed the stream and took the cattle track over the low rocky hill and through the scrub forest of manzanita, till they emerged on the next tiny valley with its meadow-bordsred streamlet.

    "If we don't run into some quail pretty soon, I'll be surprised some," Daylight said.

    And as the words left his lips there was a wild series of explosive thrumming as the old quail arose from all about Wolf, while the young ones scuttled for safety and disappeared miraculously before the spectators' very eyes.

    He showed her the hawk's nest he had found in the lightning-shatttered top of the redwood, and she discovered a wood-rat's nest which he had not seen before. Next they took the old wood-road an
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