Mount Music eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 395 pages of information about Mount Music.

Mount Music eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 395 pages of information about Mount Music.

“Three days we must have, just three, with this secret hidden between us like a pearl in an oyster-shell!  Larry, you know I can keep a secret!”

“And you think I can’t!” said Larry, affronted.

“I don’t think, I know it!  But you must try!  Don’t forget I’ve got to week-end at the—­” she named people who lived in the next county.  “No one shall be told until I come home!”

This was when they were riding to the meet.  Larry had brought over Joker, the bay horse, for her and he was himself riding a small grey four-year-old mare, on whose education as a hunter he was entering.  It was one of those gorgeous mornings of late September, when everything is intense in colour and in sentiment.  A light white frost was melting, in the first rays of the sun, to a silver dew, that twinkled on grass and bush and twig.  Now and then a beech leaf, prematurely gold, came spinning down in the still air; from high places of heaven a tiny gabble of music, cold, and shrill, and sweet, told of the songs of the larks at those heavenly gates within which Larry’s and Christian’s spirits were dwelling.

“Yes!” Christian repeated, as they rode tranquilly along on the grass beside one of the long Castle Ire avenues, “it shall remain a secret as long as possible, unprofaned by the vulgar!  It’s like this morning; the dew’s on it still.  Larry, you’ve got to try!”

“Got to try, have I?” said Larry, beaming at her fatuously.

The horses were sidling close to one another after the manner of stable companions; Larry put his hand on the bay horse’s withers and gazed into Christian’s laughing eyes, while the blue of the southern Irish sky uttered its strong, splendid note of colour behind the pale rose of her face, and the ineffable freshness of the morning thrilled in him.

“If you look at me like that in general society,” he declared, “I shall either give it away on the spot—­or burst!  Look here, here’s the measured-mile gallop; I’ll race you to the hall door!  If I get in first, I shall tell everyone we’re engaged!”

“Done!” said Christian, instantly shortening her reins; “but I back Joker!”

She touched Joker with her heel and the big horse sprang, at the hint, into a gallop.  Quickly as he started, Rayleen, the grey mare (whose name, being interpreted, is Little Star), being ever concentrated for instant effort, as is the manner of small and well-bred four-year-olds, was up to his shoulder in a couple of bounds, even in the flame of her youth and enthusiasm, she drove ahead of Joker’s ordered strides, and led him for awhile.  Larry’s laugh of triumph, that the wind tossed back to her, was not needed to rouse Christian to emulation.  Any hint of a race, any touch of a contest, appealed to her as instantly as to Rayleen, and she was racing for that secret that was like a pearl.  Sitting very still she touched Joker again with her heel and spoke to him.  There was in her the magnetism that

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