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A Stolen Festival
by
Saturday was a day born of heavenly intentions. Letty ran out behind the house, where the ground rose abruptly, and looked off, entranced, into the blue distance. It was the stillest day of all the fall. Not a breath stirred about her; but in the maple grove at the side of the house, where the trees had turned early under the chill of an unseasonable night, yellow leaves were sifting down without a sound. Goldenrod was growing dull, clematis had ripened into feathery spray, and she knew how the closed gentians were painting great purple dashes by the side of the road. “Oh!” she cried aloud, in rapture. It was her wedding day; a year ago the sun had shone as warmly and benignantly as he was shining now, and the same haze had risen, like an exhalation, from the hills. She saw a special omen in it, and felt herself the child of happy fortune, to be so mothered by the great blue sky. Then she ran in to give David his breakfast, and tell him, as they sat down, that it was their wedding morning. As she went, she tore a spray of blood-red woodbine from the wall, and bound it round her waist.
But David was not ready for breakfast; he was talking with a man at the barn, and half an hour later came hurrying in to his retarded meal.
“I’ve got to eat an’ run,” said he; “Job Fisher kep’ me. It’s about that ma’sh. But the time wa’n’t wasted. He’ll sell ten acres for twenty dollars less’n he said last week. Too bad to keep you waitin’! You’d ought to eat yours while’t was hot.”
Letty, with a little smile all to herself, sat demurely down and poured coffee; this was no time to talk of anniversaries. David ate in haste, and said good-by.
“I’m goin’ down the lot to get my withes,” said he. “Whilst I’m gone, you put me up a mite o’ luncheon, I sha’n’t lay off to come home till night.”
“Oh, David!” said Letty, with a little cry. Then the same knowing smile crept over her face. “No, I sha’n’t,” added she willfully. “I’m goin’ to bring it to you.”
“Fetch me my dinner? Why, it’s a mile and a half ‘cross lots! I guess you won’t!”
“You go right along, David,” said Letty decisively. “I don’t want to hear another word. I ain’t seen the Long Pastur’ this summer, and I’m comin’. Good-by!” She disappeared down the cellar stairs with the butter-plate poised on a pyramid of dishes, and David, having no time to argue, went off to his work.
About ten o’clock Letty took her way down to the Long Pasture; she was a very happy woman, and she could hold her happiness before her face, regarding it frankly and with a full delight. The material joys of life might seem to escape her; but she could have them, after all. The great universe, warm with sun and warm with love, was on her side. Even the day seemed something tangible in gracious being; and as Letty trudged along, her basket on her arm, she reasoned upon her own riches and owned she had enough. David was not like anybody else; but he was better than anybody else, and he was hers. Even his faults were dearer than other men’s virtues. She heard the sound of his axe upon the stakes, breaking the lovely stillness with a significance lovelier still.
“David!” she called, long before reaching the little brook that runs beneath the bank, and he leaped the fence and came to meet her. “David!” she repeated, and looked up in his face with eyes so solemn and so full of light that he held her still a moment to look at her.
“Letty,” he said, “you’re real pretty!” And then they both laughed, and walked on together through the shade.
The day knit up its sweet, long minutes full of the serious beauty of the woods. David worked hard, and for a time Letty lingered near him; then she strayed away, and came back to him, from moment to moment, with wonderful treasures. Now it was cress from the spring, now a palm-full of partridge berries, or a cluster of checkerberry leaves for a “cud,” or a bit of wood-sorrel. By and by the fall stillness gave out a breath of heat, and the sun stood high overhead. Letty spread out her dinner, and David made her a fire among the rocks. The smoke rose in a blue efflorescence; and with the sweet tang of burning wood yet in the air, they sat down side by side, drinking from one cup, and smiling over the foolish nothings of familiar talk. At the end of the meal, Letty took a parcel from the basket, something wrapped in a very fine white napkin. She flushed a little, unrolling it, and her eyes deepened.