in my lonely life--that--the suddenness of the thing--it
just for the instant unstrung me. Don't be too hard on me for it! And
I had hoped, too--I had had such genuine heartfelt pleasure in the
thought--that, an hour or two ago, when you were unhappy, perhaps it had
been some sort of consolation to you that I was with you."
Celia was looking away. When he took her hand she did not withdraw it,
but turned and nodded in musing general assent to what he had said.
"Yes, we have both been unstrung, as you call it, today," she said,
decidedly out of pitch. "Let each forgive the other, and say no more
about it."
She took his arm, and they retraced their steps along the path, again
in silence. The labored noise of the orchestra, as it were, returned to
meet them. They halted at an intersecting footpath.
"I go back to my slavery--my double bondage," said Theron, letting his
voice sink to a sigh. "But even if I am put on the rack for it, I shall
have had one day of glory."
"I think you may kiss me, in memory of that one day--or of a few minutes
in that day," said Celia.
Their lips brushed each other in a swift, almost perfunctory caress.
Theron went his way at a hurried pace, the sobered tones of her
"good-bye" beating upon his brain with every measure of the droning
waltz-music.
PART IV
CHAPTER XXV
The memory of the kiss abode with Theron. Like Aaron's rod, it swallowed
up one by one all competing thoughts and recollections, and made his
brain its slave.
Even as he strode back through the woods to the camp-meeting, it was the
kiss that kept his feet in motion, and guided their automatic course.
All along the watches of the restless night, it was the kiss that bore
him sweet company, and wandered with him from one broken dream of bliss
to another. Next day, it was the kiss that made of life for him a sort
of sunlit wonderland. He preached his sermon in the morning, and took
his appointed part in the other services of afternoon and evening,
apparently to everybody's satisfaction: to him it was all a vision.
When the beautiful full moon rose, this Sunday evening, and glorified
the clearing and the forest with its mellow harvest radiance, he could
have groaned with the burden of his joy. He went out alone into the
light, and bared his head to it, and stood motionless for a long time.
In all his life, he had never been impelled as powerfully toward earnest
and soulful thanksgiving. The impulse to
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