The Happy WarriorHutchinson, A. S. M. (Arthur Stuart-Menteth)
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The Happy Warrior
Hutchinson, A. S. M. (Arthur Stuart-Menteth)
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A step brought her face within a hand of his. She found place for her
fingers between the thorns of the bramble beneath his chin. She drew
the branch downwards, and the action caused her to bend towards him
until their brows and eyes and lips were level. She looked directly
into his eyes and he directly into hers; and each read there those dear
and ardent mysteries that love far better images than ever love can
voice.
He no more than breathed, "Kiss me, Audrey."
She waited for the smallest part of a moment. Entranced, enthralled,
they only heard a lark that was a speck above them send down a tiny
melody, and far upon the down a sheep-bell's distant note. Love's
thralldom and Love's music to his thrall. The oldest play that mortals
play; and never know befooled were often meeter than enthralled, nor
better an ass to bray than some hymn seem to rise in benison. She
kissed him tenderly upon the lips; gave the smallest sigh and breathed,
"Dear Roly!"
Comic were the word for such a thing.
III
Comic, and comic that which followed when he, released, was with her in
the glade and, seated by her, took her hands and bent her to his
purpose.
"Now, listen to me, Audrey. Put both your hands in mine."
She responded as he bade her, performing surely the most beautiful
action in the world as she gave her hands to his. All human life has
no act more beautiful than the weaker hand confided to the stronger,
nor any nearer Godhood than when strong hand takes the weak.
He enclosed her hands within his own. "Listen to me, Audrey," he
repeated; and, as her hands had been her spirit, he possessed and drew
her spirit on.
Yet comic is the word: for here--he planning, she agreeing--they made
the plans they thought should make all bliss, all happiness their own;
here, in fact, trimmed wreckers' lamps to shipwreck happy lives. He
had determined upon secret marriage with her, and had determined it as
the perfect solution of difficulties whose consideration was in some
degree creditable to him. For as he told himself, and told his Audrey
now, nothing prevented him from openly declaring his intention of
contracting a marriage that would cause a breach between himself and
his grandmother; nothing but the impossibility of enduring such a
breach; that was unthinkable.
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