The thunder was rumbling in good earnest when Howard Gray and Thomas came clattering up with their last load of hay for the night, and the three men pitched it hastily into place together, and hurried into the house.

Mrs. Gray was bustling about slamming windows, and the girls were bringing in the red-cushioned hammocks and piazza, chairs, but the first great drops began to fall before they had finished, and the wind, seldom roused in the quiet valley, was blowing violently; Edith, stopping too long for a last pillow and a precious book, was drenched to the skin in an instant; the house was pitch dark before there was time to grope for lights, but was almost immediately illumined by a brilliant flash of lightning, followed by a loud report.

"My, but this storm is near! Usually, I don"t mind "em a bit, but, I declare, this is a regular rip-snorter! Edith, bring me--"

But Mrs. Gray was interrupted by the elements, and for fifteen minutes no one made any further effort to talk; the rain fell in sheets, the wind gathered greater and greater force, the lightning became constant and blinding, while each clap of thunder seemed nearer and more terrific than the one before it, when finally a deafening roar brought them all suddenly together, shouting frantically, "That certainly has struck here!"

It was true; before they could even reach it, the great north barn was in flames. There was no way of summoning outside help, even if any one could have reached them in such a storm, and the wind was blowing the fire straight in the direction of the house; in less than an hour, most of the old and rotten outbuildings had burnt like tinder, and the rest had collapsed under the fury of the sweeping gale; but by eight o"clock the stricken Grays, almost too exhausted and overcome to speak, were beginning to realize that though all their hay and most of their stock were destroyed, a change of wind, combined with their own mighty efforts, had saved the beloved old house; its window-panes were shattered, and its blinds were torn off, and its fresh paint smoked and defaced with wind-blown sand; but it was essentially unharmed. The hurricane changed to a steady downpour, the lightning grew dimmer and more distant, and vanished altogether; and Mrs. Gray, with a firm expression of countenance, in spite of the tears rolling down her cheeks, set about to finish the preparations for supper which the storm had so rudely interrupted three hours earlier.

"Eat an" keep up your strength, an" that"ll help to keep up your courage," she said, patting her husband on the shoulder as she pa.s.sed him. "Here, Katherine, take them biscuits out of the oven; an" Molly, go an" call the boys in; there ain"t a mite of use in their stayin" out there any longer."

Austin was the last to appear; he opened the kitchen door, and stood for a moment leaning against the frame, a huge, gaunt figure, blackened with dirt and smoke, and so wet that the water dropped in little pools all about him. He glanced up and down the room, and gave a sharp exclamation.

"What"s the matter, Austin?" asked his mother, stopping in the act of pouring out a steaming cup of tea. "Come an" get some supper; you"ll feel better directly. It ain"t so bad but what it might be a sight worse."

"_Come and get some supper_!" he cried, striding towards her, and once more looking wildly around. "The thunderstorm has been over nearly two hours, plenty of time for her to get home--she never minds rain--or to telephone if she had taken shelter anywhere; and can any one tell me--has any one even thought--I didn"t, till five minutes ago--_where is Sylvia_?"

CHAPTER IV

"Sylvia! Sylvia! Sylvia!"

The musical name echoed and reechoed through the silent woods, but there was no other answer. Austin lighted a match, shielded it from the rain with his hand, and looked at his watch; it was just past midnight.

"Oh," he groaned, "where _can_ she be? What has happened to her? If I only knew she was found, and unharmed, and safe at home again, I"d never ask for anything else as long as I lived."

He had knocked his lantern against a tree some time before, and broken it, and there was nothing to do but stumble blindly along in the darkness, hoping against hope. Howard Gray had gone north, Thomas east, and Austin south; before starting out, they had endeavored to telephone, but the storm had destroyed the wires in every direction. After travelling almost ten miles, Austin went home, thinking that by that time either his father or his brother must have been successful in his search, to be met only by the anxious despair of his mother and sisters.

"Don"t you worry," he forced himself to say with a cheerfulness he was very far from feeling; "she may have gone down that old wood-road that leads out of the Elliotts" pasture. I heard her telling Thomas once that she loved to explore, that they must walk down there some Sunday afternoon; maybe she decided to go alone. I"ll stop at the house, and see if Fred happened to see her pa.s.s."

Fred had not; but Mrs. Elliott had; there was little that escaped her eager eyes.

"My, yes, I see her go tearin" past before the storm so much as begun; she"s sure the queerest actin" widow-woman I ever heard of; Sally says she goes swimmin" in a bathin"-suit just like a boy"s, an" floats an"

dives like a fish--nice actions for a grievin" lady, if you ask me! Do set a moment, Austin; set down an" tell me about the fire; I ain"t had no details at all, an" I"m feelin" real bad--" But the door had already slammed behind Austin"s hurrying figure.

"Sylvia, Sylvia, where are you?"

He ploughed along for what seemed like endless miles, calling as he went, and hearing his own voice come back to him, over and over again, like a mocking spirit. The wind, the rain, and the darkness conspired together to make what was rough travelling in the daytime almost impa.s.sable; strong as he was, Austin sank down more than once for a few minutes on some fallen log over which he stumbled. At these times the vision of Sylvia standing in the midst of the still-smoking ruins of the buildings, which had been, in spite of their wretched condition, dear to him because they were almost all he had in the world, seemed to rise before him with horrible reality: Sylvia, dressed in her black, black clothes, with her soft dark hair, and her deep-blue eyes, and her vivid red lips which so seldom either drooped or smiled but lay tightly closed together, a crimson line in her white face, which was no more sorrowful than it was mask-like. The expression was as pure and as sad and as gentle as that of a Mater Dolorosa he had chanced to see in a collection of prints at the Wallacetown Library, and yet--and yet--Austin knew instinctively that the dead husband, whoever he might have been, and his own brother Thomas were not the only men besides himself who had found it irresistibly alluring.

"I"m poorer than ever now," he groaned to himself, "and ignorant, and mean, and dirty, and a beast in every sense of the word; I can"t ever atone for the way I"ve treated her--for the way I"ve--but if I could only find her and _try_, oh, I"ve got to! Sylvia, Sylvia, Sylvia--"

The rain struck about by the wind, which had risen again, lashed against the leaves of the trees, and the wet, swaying boughs struck against his face as he started on again; but the storm and his own footsteps were the only sounds he could hear.

It was growing rapidly colder, and he felt more than once in his pocket to make sure that the little flask of brandy he had brought with him was still safe, and tried to fasten his drenched coat more tightly about him.

His teeth chattered, and he shivered; but this, he realized, was more with nervousness than with chill.

"If I"m cold, what must she be, in that linen habit? And she"s so little and frail--" He pulled himself together. "I must stop worrying like this--of course, I"ll find her,--alive and unharmed. Some things are too dreadful--they just can"t happen. I"ve got to have a chance to beg her forgiveness for all I"ve said and done and thought; I"ve got to have something to give me courage to start all over again, and make a man of myself yet--to cleanse myself of ingrat.i.tude--and bitterness--and evil pa.s.sions. Sylvia--Sylvia--Sylvia!"

It seemed as if he had called it a thousand times; suddenly he stopped short, listening, his heart beating like a hammer, then standing still in his breast. It couldn"t be--but, oh, it was, it was--

"Austin! Is that you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, where are you?"

"I don"t know, I"m sure--what a question!" And instantly a feeling of relief swept through him--she was _all right_--able to see the absurdity of his question more than he could have done! "But wherever I am, we can"t be far apart; keep on calling, follow my voice--Austin--Austin--Austin--"

"All right--coming--tell me--are you hurt?"

"No--that is, not much."

"How much?"

"Dolly was frightened by the storm, bolted, and threw me off; I must have been stunned for a few minutes. I"m afraid I"ve sprained my ankle in falling, for I can"t walk; and, oh, Austin, I"m awfully cold--and wet--and tired!"

"I know; it"s--it"s been just h.e.l.lish for you. Keep on speaking to me, I"m getting nearer."

"I"ll put out my hands, and then, when you get here, you won"t stumble over me. I"m sure you"re very near; your footsteps sound so."

"How long have you been here, should you think?"

"Oh, hours and hours. I was riding on the main road, when just what you predicted happened. It served me right--I ought to have listened to you.

And so--oh, here you are--_I knew, all the time_, you"d come."

He grasped the little cold, outstretched hands, and sank down beside her, chafing them in his own.

"Thank G.o.d, I"ve found you," he said huskily, and gulped hard, pressing his lips together; then forcing himself to speak quietly, he went on, "Sylvia--tell me exactly what happened--if you feel able; but first, you must drink some brandy--I"ve got some for you--"

"I don"t believe I can. I was all right until a moment ago--but now everything seems to be going around--"

Austin put his arm around her, and forced the flask to her lips; then the soft head sank on his shoulder, and he realized that she had fainted.

Very gently he laid her on the ground, and fumbled in the dark for the fastenings of her habit; when it was loosened, he pulled off his coat and flannel shirt, putting the coat over her, and the shirt under her head for a pillow; then listening anxiously for her breathing, felt again for her mouth, and poured more brandy between her lips. There were a few moments of anxious waiting; then she sighed, moved restlessly, and tried to sit up.

"Lie still, Sylvia; you fainted; you"ve got to keep very quiet for a few minutes."

"How stupid of me! But I"m all right now."

"I said, lie still."

"All right, all right, I will; but you"ll frighten me out of my wits if you use that tone of voice."

"I didn"t mean to frighten you; but you"ve got to keep quiet, for your own sake, Sylvia."

"I thought you said you wouldn"t call me Sylvia."