CHAPTER XXXV

Persis met equine wrath with female rage. The fiercer the horse plunged

the harder she beat him with the crop, the more bloodthirstily she

stabbed his sides with her keen-spurred heels. Her hair flung looser and

looser, and at length set free her hat, and then shook out its own

tortoise-shell moorings and flew to the winds. She sawed at the horse's

head, stabbed him with the spurs, railed at him with shrill voice, and

fought him as a Valkyr might have fought her charger panic-stricken at

the noise of battle.

Even the old man, who lay on the ground clutching at his heart, could

not but feel a thrill at the wild beauty of the girl; her long hair

flowed and writhed smokily, her face was the more commandingly beautiful

for the very merciless hate that fired it; her girlish body in her

boyish costume was strangely alive. Her thighs gripped the horse's sides

visibly like arches of steel. All this beauty Forbes saw also, and more,

for he saw with the eyes of idolatry; and yet more again, for his

beloved was in mortal danger. He ran in a frenzy of fear and

determination. As he and the horses met on their converging paths Persis

shrieked to him: "Keep away! Keep away!"

None the less he leaped for the bridle with both hands flung out. But

she would not let him endanger himself. She threw all the power of both

her arms and her weight on the farther bridle, dragging the horse's head

aside till he swerved out of Forbes' reach.

Forbes sprawled on the turf; but at least he had not been struck by the

hoofs or knees of the horse. And then the horse came down in turn,

thrown out of his stride and with his head brought round so sharply that

he came down on his shoulder and almost broke his neck.

Persis went through the air like a pinwheel, and those who witnessed the

affair gave up her and the horse for dead. But she clung to the bridle,

and got up on all fours. For once Persis was awkward. She and Forbes met

and stared like quadrupeds, and the horse rolled over on his belly and

stared too.

What had almost been a tragedy was turned to a farce by coincidence. If

all the corpses in the last act of Hamlet should rise and stare at one

another--as they do when the curtain is down--audiences might roar as

the golfers and the club servants and members roared at this spectacle.

Willie, meanwhile, had vanished over the hill like the headless horseman

Ten Eyck had likened him to.

After the first automatic recovery Persis was overtaken by a wave of

terror she had had no time to feel. She turned ashen about the mouth,

and a queasy feeling sickened her. Her elbows gave way, and she sank to

the ground.

Senator Tait came up with difficulty, forgetting that he had been,

perhaps, nearer death on that green battle-field than any other of the

fallen. He heard Forbes wailing, as he gathered Persis into his arms and

strengthened his own weak knees:

"Persis, my darling, my angel, speak to me! Are you dead?"

Persis opened her eyes with a flash. She began to realize that she had

been very conspicuous. "Of course I'm not dead. But what's worse, my

hair's down. I must be a sight! And my breeches are torn. Oh, Lord, why

wasn't I killed romantically? Turn your backs at once."

The two men stared all the more, but she released herself from Forbes'

arms, rose to her feet with some twinges of evident pain, and put up her

hair with what few hairpins remained of her store, and borrowed a pin

from the Senator's lapel to mend a rip that let one exquisite knee

escape to view. A caddy came running up with her hat, and she thanked

him.

"Come along," she said; "I feel as if I were on the stage of the

Metropolitan Opera House."

The horse got clumsily to his feet, all the battle knocked out of him,

and followed weakly till she handed him over to a groom.

Eager to escape the stares that met her and the sympathy and

felicitations that greeted her, she walked so rapidly that the Senator

dropped back. She found herself alone with Forbes, and she murmured:

"You were wonderful to try to save me as you did."

"As I didn't," he groaned. "You wouldn't let me."

"No, I don't want you ever to risk anything for me, Harvey. But I'm just

as grateful--and more than that. If there weren't so many people looking

on do you know what I'd say?"

"What?"

"Kiss me." The words came so unexpectedly that he forgot their

subjunctive mode. He took them to be in the imperative, and came near

obeying. He checked himself in time, and said:

"How soon shall I be able to call you mine before all the world?"

"Do you wish that?"

"Madly! It is my one great wish."

She breathed deeply and caressed him with a delicious smile, and

murmured:

"It is mine, too."

And then Ten Eyck and Winifred and Mrs. Neff and Alice, and others of

her acquaintance, crowded round, summoned by the flying rumor of the

incident. At length some one exclaimed:

"But where's Willie?"

"Good Lord," Persis gasped, "I forgot all about him."

Some one else who had been on the links described Willie's disappearance

over the brow of the hill. He had been still attached to the horse when

last heard from. But his prospects were reported to be poor.

By the time Persis had reached the club-house and had undergone the

ministrations of a maid, who was also a seamstress, Willie came limping

up on the terrace, where Persis was seated with the others.

"Oh, there you are, my dear," Willie drawled. "And not a bit hurt, not a

hair turned, so far as I can make out, eh? And here I've been worrying

myself sick over you--simply sick."

"Well, I'll go out and break a few bones if it would make you feel any

easier," Persis answered. "But what happened to you? Where's your

horse?"

"Well, I'll tell you. It was like this. You see, that beast I was on

went galumphing up the hill playing the deuce with putting-greens, until

he came to that big bunker at the top, you know--you know the one I

mean--at the top there--the big bunker?"

"Yes, I know."

"Well, he refused it."

"What did you do?"

"I took it alone."

"Where's your horse?"

"I don't know. I hope to God he breaks a leg or rips himself open on

barbed wire or something."

There was a vindictive ferocity in his voice that surprised Forbes.

The luncheon, which Ten Eyck had commanded, was announced just then, and

they all adjourned to the dining-room. Forbes resented Enslee's habit of

"my-dear"-ing Persis, but took solace from the thought that he should

soon confound his rival with the news of his own triumph.

Suddenly, in his joy at being near to Persis, he remembered that he had

neglected Senator Tait, after promising to meet his daughter. He did not

venture to leave his own table; but as soon as the luncheon was eaten,

and while Winifred and Mrs. Neff and Persis sneaked off somewhere for

their after-coffee cigarettes, he sought out Tait and found him with a

tall and self-reliant girl whom he introduced as Mildred.

Forbes made the usual remarks one makes to a little girl one meets again

as a grown woman. She had indeed changed from the shy and leggy little

minx to this robust, ample-bosomed bachelor girl with the sorrows of the

world on her shoulders and pity and courage warring in her resolute

eyes.

Recalling what the Senator had said of her appalling lore, Forbes was at

some loss for words. He said, at last, the obvious thing, waving his

hand toward the great park and the panorama of river and headland spread

out beyond:

"Wonderful, isn't it?"

But Mildred, instead of an equally commonplace answer, sighed: "I

suppose it is, but I--somehow I can't take much pleasure in beautiful

things like these. I keep thinking how the poor kiddies and their

worn-out mothers in the tenements would love to see it--and never will.

And when I think how much money it costs to build and keep up this place

I can't help saying to myself: 'How many loaves of bread this would buy

for hungry waifs! how many pairs of shoes! how many lives it could

save!' I see this big lawn all overrun with little newsboys and

factory-girls and sick men and women."

Senator Tait shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Forbes.

"Isn't she hopeless?"

"She's very splendid," Forbes said, with admiration and also a little

awe. The father felt this in Forbes' manner, and it strengthened his

resolution to rescue his daughter from her rescue work.

Mildred had not yet learned the exact point where nobility becomes

offensive because it is too consistent and too insistent. She had not

yet learned that charity, like art, must conceal itself, and that

grandeur of soul unchecked by tact provokes only resentment.

But she was young and radiant with unfocused love, and she had seen too

much wretchedness. The people whose miseries she relieved did not resent

her, but adored her. She was tactful enough with them.

Forbes was ashamed of himself for feeling a little chilled by Mildred's

irrepressible enthusiasm for sorrow. He blamed himself, not her. But

when Persis returned he thanked heaven for beauty untroubled by any

deeper concerns than its own loveliness, and for a heart that inspired

desire for itself rather than pity for the submerged myriads.

He bade the Senator and his daughter as cordial a good-by as he could,

and promised to meet the Senator as soon as possible in town. Then he

forgot them both, for when Enslee's automobile swept up to the

club-house door, Enslee's two horses were also brought up, and he

imagined Persis riding away again on that dangerous beast with that

dangerous escort.

Enslee stared at the horses in disgust. "There are those brutes of mine,

and not a bit hurt, either--worse luck. I'll have 'em both sold to

somebody who'll work 'em hard and beat 'em harder."

"You'll do nothing of the sort," said Persis. "If you don't want them

I'll take them."

"And get your neck broken, eh?" Enslee snarled. "Oh no, you won't. Look

at that beast! I'll have his throat cut for him."

There was something in his voice like the edge of a knife, and it made

Forbes' blood run cold. Enslee had unsuspected streaks of viciousness.

But Persis was used to this quality of his nature, and it did not alarm

her. When he said, "Hop into the car, Persis; I'll send a groom over for

the nags," Persis shook her head, and answered:

"I propose to show my horse who is master. He can't spill me all over

the landscape and get away with it. You ride home in the car, and I'll

go back as I came."

"And a pretty fool you'll make of me," Enslee wrangled. "Besides, I

haven't ridden much lately; I'm saddle-sore."

"I've been riding every morning in the Park," Persis insisted. "I'll

lead your horse back, unless--" She hesitated and looked at Forbes, who

leaped at the cue.

"I'd be glad to ride him, if you don't object, Mr. Enslee."

Enslee stared at Forbes, saw nothing ulterior in his eyes, and yielded

with a bad grace.

"Oh, all right. Go ahead. Only don't sue me for damages if you get

pitched under an auto."

"I won't," Forbes laughed, elated beyond belief by the unimaginable luck

of riding at Persis' stirrup for miles and miles.

And so they mounted. Persis' horse was humbled beyond struggle; but

Enslee's big black had lately tossed his rider over his head. He tested

the seat of his new visitor. Forbes was a West-Pointer, a cavalryman,

and the horse had not made more than one pirouette before he understood

that he was bestridden by one whom it was best to obey.

Willie tried at first to keep the motor back with the horses, but Persis

ordered him to go about his business, and turned off the hard track to a

soft road.

And now at last they were free, Forbes and Persis, cantering along a

plushy road, a lovers' lane that mounted up and up till they paused at

the height to give the horses breath.

Back of them the Hudson spread its august flood between mountainous

walls. Before them the road dipped into the deep forest seas of Sleepy

Hollow.