A Kentucky Cardinal eBook

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One thing I miss.  My servants have never called the name of Georgiana.  The omission is unnatural, and must be intentional.  Of course I have not asked whether she showed any care; but that little spot of silence affects me as the sight of a tree remaining leafless in the woods where everything else is turning green.

XI

To-day I was standing at a window, looking out at the aged row of cedars, now laden with snow, and thinking of Horace and Soracte.  Suddenly, beneath a jutting pinnacle of white boughs which left under themselves one little spot of green, I saw a cardinal hop out and sit full-breasted towards me.  The idea flashed through my mind that this might be that shyest, most beautiful fellow whom I had found in September, and whom I tried to make out as the son of my last winter’s pensioner.  At least he has never lived in my yard before; for when, to test his shyness, I started to raise the window-sash, at the first noise of it he was gone.  My birds are not so afraid of me.  I must get on better terms with this stranger.

Mrs. Walters over for a while afterwards.  I told her of my fancy that this bird was one of last summer’s brood, and that he appeared a trifle larger than any male I had ever seen.  She said of course.  Had I not fed the parents all last winter?  When she fed her hens, did they not lay bigger eggs?  Did not bigger eggs contain bigger chicks?  Did not bigger chicks become bigger hens, again?  According to Mrs. Walters, a single winter’s feeding of hot corn-meal, scraps of bacon, and pods of red pepper will all but bring about a variation of species; and so if the assumed rate at which I am now going were kept up a hundred years, my cedar-trees might be full of a race of red-birds as large and as fat as geese.

Standing towards sundown at another window, I saw Georgiana sewing at hers, as I have seen her every day since I got out of bed.  Why should she sew so much?  There is a servant also; and they sew, sew, sew, as if eternal sewing were eternal happiness, eternal salvation.  The first day she sprang up, letting her work roll off her lap, and waved her handkerchief inside the panes, and smiled with what looked to me like radiant pleasure that I was well again.  I was weak and began to tremble, and, going back to the fireside, lay back in my chair with a beating of the heart that was a warning.  Since then she has recognized me by only a quiet kindly smile.  Why has no one ever called her name?  I believe Mrs. Walters knows.  She comes nowadays as if to tell something, and goes away with a struggle that she has not told it.  But a secret can no more stay in the depths of Mrs. Walter’s mind than cork at the bottom of water; some day I shall see this mystery riding on the surface.

XII

Yes, she knew; while unconscious I talked of Georgiana, of being in love with her.  Mrs. Walters added, sadly, that Georgiana came home in the fall engaged to that New York cousin.  Hence the sewing—­he is to marry her in June.

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