Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,432 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works.
she says.  ’But if anything shude ’appen to me, Jim, I wants to be burried under this ‘ere apple tree.’  I laughed.  ‘What’s goin’ to ‘appen to yu?’ I says; ’don’t ‘ee be fulish.’  ‘No,’ she says, ’I won’t be fulish.’  Well, I know what maids are, an’ I never thought no more about et, till two days arter that, ‘bout six in the avenin’ I was comin’ up wi’ the calves, when I see somethin’ dark lyin’ in the strame, close to that big apple tree.  I says to meself:  ’Is that a pig-funny place for a pig to get to!’ an’ I goes up to et, an’ I see what ’twas.”

The old man stopped; his eyes, turned upward, had a bright, suffering look.

“‘Twas the maid, in a little narrer pool ther’ that’s made by the stoppin’ of a rock—­where I see the young gentleman bathin’ once or twice.  ‘Er was lyin’ on ‘er face in the watter.  There was a plant o’ goldie-cups growin’ out o’ the stone just above ‘er’ead.  An’ when I come to luke at ’er face, ’twas luvly, butiful, so calm’s a baby’s—­wonderful butiful et was.  When the doctor saw ’er, ’e said:  ‘Er culdn’ never a-done it in that little bit o’ watter ef’ er ’adn’t a-been in an extarsy.’  Ah! an’ judgin’ from ’er face, that was just ’ow she was.  Et made me cry praaper-butiful et was!  ’Twas June then, but she’d afound a little bit of apple-blossom left over somewheres, and stuck et in ’er ’air.  That’s why I thinks ’er must abeen in an extarsy, to go to et gay, like that.  Why! there wasn’t more than a fute and ‘arf o’ watter.  But I tell ’ee one thing—­that meadder’s ‘arnted; I knu et, an’ she knu et; an’ no one’ll persuade me as ’tesn’t.  I told ’em what she said to me ’bout bein’ burried under th’ apple tree.  But I think that turned ’em—­made et luke to much ’s ef she’d ’ad it in ‘er mind deliberate; an’ so they burried ’er up ’ere.  Parson we ’ad then was very particular, ’e was.”

Again the old man drew his hand over the turf.

“’Tes wonderful, et seems,” he added slowly, “what maids ’ll du for love.  She ’ad a lovin-’eart; I guess ’twas broken.  But us never knu nothin’!”

He looked up as if for approval of his story, but Ashurst had walked past him as if he were not there.

Up on the top of the hill, beyond where he had spread the lunch, over, out of sight, he lay down on his face.  So had his virtue been rewarded, and “the Cyprian,” goddess of love, taken her revenge!  And before his eyes, dim with tears, came Megan’s face with the sprig of apple blossom in her dark, wet hair.  ‘What did I do that was wrong?’ he thought.  ‘What did I do?’ But he could not answer.  Spring, with its rush of passion, its flowers and song-the spring in his heart and Megan’s!  Was it just Love seeking a victim!  The Greek was right, then—­the words of the “Hippolytus” as true to-day!

    “For mad is the heart of Love,
     And gold the gleam of his wing;
     And all to the spell thereof
     Bend when he makes his spring. 

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