The Hearts Highway | Page 7

a spiral ascent of
mystery to the shadows above.
When the cases were all deposited in the great room, Mistress Mary
held a short conference apart with Captain Calvin Tabor, and I saw
some gold pass from her hand to his. Then she thanked him and the
sailors for their trouble very prettily in that way she had which would
have made every one as willing to die for her as to carry heavy weights.
Then we all filed out from the house, and Mistress Mary locked the
door, and bade good-bye to Captain Tabor; then he and his men took
again the bridle-path back to the ship, and she and I proceeded

churchward on the highway.
When we were once alone together I spurred my horse up to hers and
caught her bridle and rode alongside and spoke to her as if all the past
were naught, and I with the rights to which I had been born. It had
come to that pass with me in those days that all the pride I had left was
that of humility, but even that I was ready to give up for her if
necessary.
"Tell me, Madam," said I, "what was in those cases?"
"Have I not told you?" said she, and I knew that she whitened under her
mask.
"There is more than woman's finery in those cases, which weigh like
lead," said I. "What do they contain?"
Mistress Mary had, after all, little of the feminine power of subterfuge
in her. If she tried it, it was, as in this case, too transparent. Straight to
the point she went with perfect frankness of daring and rebellion as a
boy might.
"It requires not much wit, methinks, Master Wingfield, to see that,"
said she. Then she laughed. "Lord, how the poor sailor-men toiled to
lift my gauzes and feathers and ribbons!" said she. Then her blue eyes
looked at me through her mask with indescribable daring and defiance.
"Well, and what will you do?" said she. "You are a gentleman in
spite--you are a gentleman, you cannot betray me to my hurt, and you
cannot command me like a child, for I am a child no longer, and I will
not tell you what those cases contain."
"You shall tell me," said I.
"Make me if you can," said she.
"Tell me what those cases contain," said I.
Then she collapsed all at once as only the citadel of a woman's will can

do through some inner weakness.
"Guns and powder and shot and partizans," said she. Then she added,
like one who would fain readjust herself upon the heights of her own
resolution by a good excuse for having fallen. "Fie, why should I not
have told you, Master Wingfield? You cannot betray me, for you are a
gentleman, and I am not a child."
"Why have you had guns and ammunition brought from England?" I
asked; but in the shock of the discovery I had loosened my grasp of her
bridle and she was off, and in a minute we were in Jamestown, and
could not disturb the Sabbath quiet by talk or ride too fast.
We were a good hour and a half late, but there was to my mind enough
of preaching yet for my soul's good, for I thought not much of Parson
Downs nor his sermons, but I dreaded for Mistress Mary that which
might come from her tardiness and her Sabbath-breaking, if that were
discovered. I dismounted, and assisted Mistress Mary to the horse
block, and off came her black velvet mask, and she clapped a pretty
hand to her hair and shook her skirts and wiped off a mud splash. Then
up the aisle she went, and I after her and all the people staring.
I can see that church as well to-day as if I were this moment there.
Heavily sweet with honey and almond scent it was, as well as sweet
herbs and musk, which the ladies had on their handkerchiefs, for it was
like a bower with flowers. Great pink boughs arched overhead, and the
altar was as white as snow with blossoms. Up the aisle she flashed, and
none but Mary Cavendish could have made that little journey under the
eyes of the governor in his pew and the governor's lady and all the
burgesses, and the churchwarden half starting up as if to exercise his
authority, and the parson swelling with a vast expanse of sable robes
over the Book, with no abashedness and yet no boldness nor
unmaidenly forwardness. There was an innocent gayety on her face like
a child's, and an entire confidence in good will and loving charity for
her tardiness which disarmed all. She looked out from that gauze
love-hood of hers as she