The Rainbow Trail eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 371 pages of information about The Rainbow Trail.

The Rainbow Trail eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 371 pages of information about The Rainbow Trail.

The moon was full and the great peaks were crowned as with snow.  A coyote uttered his cutting cry.  There were a few melancholy notes from a night bird of the stone walls.  The air was clear and cold, with a tang of frost in it.  Shefford gazed about him at the vast, uplifted, insulating walls, and that feeling of his which was more than a sense told him how walls like these and the silence and shadow and mystery had been nearly all of Fay Larkin’s life.  He felt them all in her.

He stopped out in the open, near the line where dark shadow of the wall met the silver moonlight on the grass, and here, by a huge flat stone where he had come often alone and sometimes with Ruth, he faced Fay Larkin in the spirit to tell her gently that he knew her, and sternly to force her secret from her.

“Am I your friend?” he began.

“Ah!—­my only friend,” she said.

“Do you trust me, believe I mean well by you, want to help you?”

“Yes, indeed.”

“Well, then, let me speak of you.  You know one topic we’ve never touched upon.  You!”

She was silent, and looked wonderingly, a little fearfully, at him, as if vague, disturbing thoughts were entering the fringe of her mind.

“Our friendship is a strange one, is it not?” he went on.

“How do I know?  I never had any other friendship.  What do you mean by strange?”

“Well, I’m a young man.  You’re a—­a married woman.  We are together a good deal—­and like to be.”

“Why is that strange?” she asked.

Suddenly Shefford realized that there was nothing strange in what was natural.  A remnant of sophistication clung to him and that had spoken.  He needed to speak to her in a way which in her simplicity she would understand.

“Never mind strange.  Say that I am interested in you, and, as you’re not happy, I want to help you.  And say that your neighbors are curious and oppose my idea.  Why do they?”

“They’re jealous and want you themselves,” she replied, with sweet directness.  “They’ve said things I don’t understand.  But I felt they—­they hated in me what would be all right in themselves.”

Here to simplicity she added truth and wisdom, as an Indian might have expressed them.  But shame was unknown to her, and she had as yet only vague perceptions of love and passion.  Shefford began to realize the quickness of her mind, that she was indeed awakening.

“They are jealous—­were jealous before I ever came here.  That’s only human nature.  I was trying to get to a point.  Your neighbors are curious.  They oppose me.  They hate you.  It’s all bound up in the—­ the fact of your difference from them, your youth, beauty, that you’re not a Mormon, that you nearly betrayed their secret at the trial in Stonebridge.”

“Please—­please don’t—­speak of that!” she faltered.

“But I must,” he replied, swiftly.  “That trial was a torture to you.  It revealed so much to me. . . .  I know you are a sealed wife.  I know there has been a crime.  I know you’ve sacrificed yourself.  I know that love and religion have nothing to do with—­what you are. . . .  Now, is not all that true?”

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