Book: A Spinner in the Sun

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Fairy-like, the white moths fluttered through the garden, and the
crickets piped cheerily. Miss Evelina stopped her ears that she might
not hear their piping, rude reminder, as it was, of music that should
come no more, but, even so, she could not shut out remembrance.

With a flash of her old resentment, she recalled how everything upon
which she had ever depended had been taken away from her, almost
immediately. No sooner had she learned the sweetness of clinging than
she had been forced to stand alone. One by one the supports had been
removed, until she stood alone, desolate and wretched, indeed, but
alone. Of such things as these self-reliance is made.

Suddenly, the still air seemed to stir. A sound that was neither
breath nor music, so softly was it blown, echoed in from the hills.
Then came another and another--merest hints of melody, till at last she
started up, trembling. Surely these distant flutings were the pipes o'
Pan!

She set herself to listen, her tiny hands working convulsively. Nearer
and nearer the music came, singing of wind and stream and mountain--the
"music that had no tune." No sooner had it become clear than it ceased
altogether.

But, an hour or so afterward, when the moon had risen, there was a
familiar step upon the road outside. Veiled, Evelina went to the gate
and met Piper Tom, whose red feather was aloft in his hat again and
whose flute was slung over his shoulder by its accustomed cord. His
pedler's pack was not to be seen.

"I thought you had gone," she said.

"I had," he answered, "but 't is not written, I'm thinking, that a man
may not change his mind as well as a woman. My heart would not let my
feet go away from you until I knew for sure whether or not you were
mocking me last night."

"Mocking you? No! Surely you know I would never do that?"

"No, I did not know. The ways of women are strange, I'm thinking, past
all finding out. In truth, 't would be stranger if you were not
mocking me than it ever could be if you were. Tell me," he pleaded,
"ah, tell me what you were meaning, in words so plain that I can
understand!"

"Come," said Evelina; "come to where we were sitting last night and I
will tell you." He followed her back to the maple beside the broken
wall, where the two chairs still faced each other. He leaned forward,
resting his elbows on his knees, and looked at her so keenly that she
felt, in spite of the darkness and her veil, that he must see her face.

"Piper Tom," she said, "when you came to me, I was the most miserable
woman on earth. I had been most cruelly betrayed, and sorrow seized
upon me when I was not strong enough to stand it. It preyed upon me
until it became an obsession--it possessed me absolutely, and from it
there was no escape but death."

"I know," answered the Piper. "I found the bottle that had held the
dreamless sleep. I'm thinking you had thrown it away."

"Yes, I had thrown it away, but only because I was too proud to die at
his door--do you understand?"

"Yes, I'm thinking I understand, but go on. You've not told me whether
or no you mocked me. What did you mean?"

"I meant," said Evelina, steadfastly, "that if you cared for the woman
you had led out of the shadow of the cypress, and for all that was in
her heart to give you, she was yours. Not only out of gratitude, but
because you have put trust into a heart that has known no trust since
its betrayal, and because, where trust is, there may some day
come--more."

Her voice sank almost to a whisper, but Piper Tom heard it. He took
her hand in his own, and she felt him tremble--she was the strong one,
now.

"Spinner in the Sun," he began, huskily, "were you meaning that you'd
go with me when I took the highway again, and help me make the world
easier for everybody with a hurt heart?"

"Yes," she answered. "You called me and I came--for always."

"Were you meaning that you'd face the storms and the cold with me, and
take no heed of the rain--that you'd live on the coarse fare I could
pick up from day to day, and never mind it?"

"Yes, I meant all that."

"Were you meaning, perhaps, that you'd make a home for me? Ah, Spinner
in the Sun, it takes a woman to make a home!"

"Yes, I'd make a home, or go gypsying with you, just as you chose."

The Piper laughed, with inexpressible tenderness. "You know, I'm
thinking, that 't would be a home, and not gypsying--that I'd not let
you face anything I could shield you from."

Evelina laughed, too--a low, sweet laugh. "Yes, I know," she said.

The Piper turned away, struggling with temptation. At length he came
back to her. "'T is wrong of me, I'm thinking, but I take you as a man
takes Heaven, and we'll do the work together. 'T is as though I had
risen from the dead and the gates of pearl were open, with all the
angels of God beckoning me in."

In the exaltation that was upon him, he had no thought of profaning her
by a touch. She stood apart from him as something high and holy,
enthroned in a sacred place.

"Beloved," he pleaded, "will you be coming; with me now to the place
where I saw you first? 'T is night now, and then 'twas day, but I'm
thinking the words are wrong. 'T is day now, with the sun and moon and
stars all shining at once and suns that I never saw before. Will you
come?"

"I'll go wherever you lead me," she answered. "While you hold my hand
in yours, I can never be afraid."

They went through the night together, taking the shorter way over the
hills. She stumbled and he took her hand, his own still trembling.
"Close your beautiful eyes," he whispered, "and trust me to lead you."

Though she did not close her eyes, she gave herself wholly to his
guidance, noting how he chose for himself the rougher places to give
her the easier path. He pushed aside the undergrowth before her,
lifted her gently over damp hollows, and led her around the stones.

At last they came to the woods that opened out upon the upper river
road, where she had stood the day she had been splashed with mud from
Anthony Dexter's wheels, and, at the same instant, had heard the
mysterious flutings from afar. They entered near the hill to which her
long wandering had led her, and at the foot of it, the Piper paused.

"You'll have no fear, I'm thinking, since the moon makes the clearing
as bright as day, and I'll not be letting you out of my sight. I have
a fancy to stand upon yonder level place and call you as I called you
once before. Only, this time, the heart of me will dance to my own
music, for I know you'll be coming all the while I play."

He left her and clambered up the hill to the narrow ledge which sloped
back, and was surrounded with pines. He kept in the open spaces, so
that the moonlight was always upon him, and she did not lose sight of
him more than once or twice, and then only for a moment. The hill was
not a high one and the ascent was very gradual. Within a few minutes,
he had gained his place.

Clear and sweet through the moonlit forest rang out the pipes o' Pan,
singing of love and joy. Never before had the Piper's flute given
forth such music as this. The melody was as instinctive as the
mating-call of a thrush, as crystalline as a mountain stream, and as
pure as the snow from whence the stream had come.

Evelina climbed to meet him, her face and heart uplifted. The silvery
notes dropped about her like rain as she ascended, strangely glad and
strangely at peace. When she reached the level place where he was
standing, his face illumined with unspeakable joy. He dropped his
flute and opened his arms.

"My Spinner in the Sun," he whispered, "I called you, and you came."

"Yes," she answered, from his close embrace, "you called me, and I have
come--for always."

At last, he released her and they stood facing each other. The Piper
was stirred to the depths of his soul. "Last night I dreamed," he
said, "and 't was the dream that brought me back. It was a little
place, with a brook close by, and almost too small to be called a
house, but 'twas a home, I'm thinking, because you were there. It was
night, and I had come back from making the world a bit easier for some
poor woman-soul, and you were standing in the door, waiting.

"The veil was gone, and there was love on your face--ah, I've often
dreamed a woman was waiting for me so, but because you hide your beauty
from me, 't is not for me to be asking more. God knows I have enough
given me, now.

"Since the first, I've known you were very beautiful, and very brave.
I knew, too, that you were sad--that you had been through sorrows no
man would dare to face. I've dreamed your eyes were like the first
violets of Spring, your lips deep scarlet like the Winter berries, and
I know the wonder of your hair, for The veil does not hide it all.
I've dreamed your face was cold and pure, as if made from marble, yet
tender, too, and I well know that it's noble past all words of mine,
because it bears brave scars.

"I've told you I would never ask, and I'll keep my word, for I know
well 't is not for the likes of me to see it, but only to dream. Don't
think I'm asking, for I never will, but, Spinner in the Sun, because
you said you would fare with me on the highway and face the cold and
storm, it gives me courage to ask for this.

"If I close my eyes, will you lift your veil, and let me kiss the brave
scars, that were never from sin or shame? The brave scars,
Beloved--ah, if you would let me, only once, kiss the brave scars!"

Evelina laughed--a laugh that was half a sob--and leaning forward, full
into the moonlight, she lifted her veil--for ever.

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