The Happy WarriorHutchinson, A. S. M. (Arthur Stuart-Menteth)
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The Happy Warrior
Hutchinson, A. S. M. (Arthur Stuart-Menteth)
Fiction
So secret it was, and she so much her rare and chaste and frozen self,
that even between them it was hardly spoken. He never had lost his
first awe and wonder at her beauty; and it filmed all his intercourse
with her and all his thoughts of her as with a gossamer veil that,
forbidding rough movements, forbade him touch her with the close words
of his passion that might bruise her or give her alarm. More by signs
than ever by words they spoke their secret. Words carried them over
the passing subjects that any might discuss; signs revealed the secret
that was theirs alone. When they met the faintest deepening of her
colour shades would show it, when they parted came a last glance and
again those shades would glow; when he sometimes touched her hand, her
hand would stay and speak it; when he sometimes held her eyes, ah, then
their secret stirred! In those few half-hours when alone they came
together, meeting near the Abbey, riding through the lanes, then with
none to see them he would hold her hand and feel it tell him of their
secret while their lips told empty words.
It was in these weeks, indeed, that he came to know he found it a
little hard to make conversation with her. That something of her
character was manifested in this difficulty he had no suspicion, nor
that in his solution of it her disposition was clearer yet revealed.
He found she was not greatly interested to hear of himself; then found
her most alert, and oftenest brought the little laugh he loved to hear,
the deepening he loved to see of those strange shades of colour on her
cheeks, by speaking to her of herself, or listening while of herself
she told him. At first he gave her glimpses of the van life with
Japhra on the road; her curiosity was not aroused. Something of the
famous fight he told her, and in vigorous passages of when the sticks
came out, and of the wild scenes that followed the crime of poor old
Hunt, whom she had known: he saw she was not greatly entertained.
Later, as events ran along, he gave them to her--told her of the day
when it was found that his increasing activities with the dear old
Rough 'Uns made it necessary he should live over there, no longer ride
daily to and fro from "Post Offic," and of how jolly, jolly good they
were to him and of the funny evenings in their company; told her of the
day when the Rough 'Uns had announced they thought it proper to
advancement of their business that a couple of hunters should be bought
for him so that he might ride to hounds and keep among the horsey folk
when the hunting season opened; told her of the day when he had from
Aunt Maggie the news that the affection between herself and Ima had
arranged that Ima was coming to spend the approaching winter--and
likely every winter--with her; all these he brought to Dora, but slowly
came to see they but little took her interest.
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