United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
She showed what a provident housekeeper she was, for they all soon sat
down to an inviting repast, of which fruit was the staple article, with
cake so light and delicate that it would never disturb a man's
conscience after he retired. Then with genial words and smiles that
masked all heartache, Graham and his aunt said good-night and departed,
Hilland accompanying his friend, that he might pour out the
long-delayed confidence. Graham shivered as he thought of the ordeal,
as a man might tremble who was on his way to the torture-chamber, but
outwardly he was quietly cordial.
CHAPTER XIII
THE FRIENDS
After accompanying Mrs. Mayburn to her cottage door, the friends
strolled away together, the sultry evening rendering them reluctant to
enter the house. When they reached the rustic seat under the
apple-tree, Hilland remarked: "Here's a good place for our--"
"Not here," interrupted Graham, in a tone that was almost sharp in its
tension.
"Why not?" asked his friend, in the accent of surprise.
"Oh, well," was the confused answer, "some one may be passing--servants
may be out in the grounds. Suppose we walk slowly."
"Graham, you seem possessed by the very demon of restlessness. The idea
of walking this hot night!"
"Oh, well, it doesn't matter," Graham replied, carelessly, although his
face was rigid with the effort; and he threw himself down on the rustic
seat. "We are not conspirators that we need steal away in the darkness.
Why should I not be restless after sitting in the hot cars all day, and
with the habit of tramping fresh upon me?"
"What evil spirit drove you into the wilderness and made you the
champion tramp of the country? It seems to me you must have some
remarkable confidences also."
"No evil spirit, I assure you; far from it. My tramp has done me good;
indeed, I never derived more benefit from an outing in the woods in my
life. You will remember that when we were boys at college no fellow
took longer walks than I. I am simply returning to the impulses of my
youth. The fact is, I've been living too idly, and of course there
would be a reaction in one of my temperament and habits. The vital
force which had been accumulating under my aunt's high feeding and the
inspiration resulting from the society of two such charming people as
Major and Miss St. John had to be expended in some way. Somehow I've
lost much of my old faith in books and laboratories. I've been thinking
a great deal about it, and seeing you again has given a strong impulse
to a forming purpose. I felt a sincere commiseration when you gave up
your life of a student. I was a fool to do so. I have studied your face
and manner this evening, and can see that you have developed more
manhood out in those Western mines, in your contact with men and things
and the large material interests of the world, than you could have
acquired by delving a thousand years among dusty tomes."
"That little girl over there has done more for me than Western mines
and material interests."
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