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The Twins Of Table Mountain
by
“I could have reached it alone,” said the “Pet,” “if you’d left me alone.”
“Thank Heaven, we’re saved!” said Rand gravely.
“AND WITHOUT A ROPE,” said Miss Euphemia significantly.
Rand did not understand her. But, as they slowly returned to the summit, he stammered out the always difficult thanks of a man who has been physically helped by one of the weaker sex. Miss Euphemia was quick to see her error.
“I might have made you lose your footing by catching at you,” she said meekly. “But I was so frightened for you, and could not help it.”
The superior animal, thoroughly bamboozled, thereupon complimented her on her dexterity.
“Oh, that’s nothing!” she said, with a sigh. “I used to do the flying-trapeze business with papa when I was a child, and I’ve not forgotten it.” With this and other confidences of her early life, in which Rand betrayed considerable interest, they beguiled the tedious ascent. “I ought to have made you carry me up,” said the lady, with a little laugh, when they reached the summit; “but you haven’t known me as long as you have Mornie, have you?” With this mysterious speech she bade Rand “good-night,” and hurried off to the cabin.
And so a week passed by,–the week so dreaded by Rand, yet passed so pleasantly, that at times it seemed as if that dread were only a trick of his fancy, or as if the circumstances that surrounded him were different from what he believed them to be. On the seventh day the doctor had staid longer than usual; and Rand, who had been sitting with Euphemia on the ledge by the shaft, watching the sunset, had barely time to withdraw his hand from hers, as Mrs. Sol, a trifle pale and wearied-looking, approached him.
“I don’t like to trouble you,” she said,–indeed, they had seldom troubled him with the details of Mornie’s convalescence, or even her needs and requirements,–“but the doctor is alarmed about Mornie, and she has asked to see you. I think you’d better go in and speak to her. You know,” continued Mrs. Sol delicately, “you haven’t been in there since the night she was taken sick, and maybe a new face might do her good.”
The guilty blood flew to Rand’s face as he stammered, “I thought I’d be in the way. I didn’t believe she cared much to see me. Is she worse?”
“The doctor is looking very anxious,” said Mrs. Sol simply.
The blood returned from Rand’s face, and settled around his heart. He turned very pale. He had consoled himself always for his complicity in Ruth’s absence, that he was taking good care of Mornie, or–what is considered by most selfish natures an equivalent–permitting or encouraging some one else to “take good care of her;” but here was a contingency utterly unforeseen. It did not occur to him that this “taking good care” of her could result in anything but a perfect solution of her troubles, or that there could be any future to her condition but one of recovery. But what if she should die? A sudden and helpless sense of his responsibility to Ruth, to HER, brought him trembling to his feet.
He hurried to the cabin, where Mrs. Sol left him with a word of caution: “You’ll find her changed and quiet,–very quiet. If I was you, I wouldn’t say anything to bring back her old self.”
The change which Rand saw was so great, the face that was turned to him so quiet, that, with a new fear upon him, he would have preferred the savage eyes and reckless mien of the old Mornie whom he hated. With his habitual impulsiveness he tried to say something that should express that fact not unkindly, but faltered, and awkwardly sank into the chair by her bedside.
“I don’t wonder you stare at me now,” she said in a far-off voice. “It seems to you strange to see me lying here so quiet. You are thinking how wild I was when I came here that night. I must have been crazy, I think. I dreamed that I said dreadful things to you; but you must forgive me, and not mind it. I was crazy then.” She stopped, and folded the blanket between her thin fingers. “I didn’t ask you to come here to tell you that, or to remind you of it; but–but when I was crazy, I said so many worse, dreadful things of HIM; and you–YOU will be left behind to tell him of it.”