酷兔英语



[Illustration: "WHEN I AM MARRIED WILL YOU SOUND YOUR TRUMPET HIGH UP

NEAR THE MOON?"]

The

Trumpeter Swan

By

TEMPLE BAILEY

_Author of "The Tin Soldier" "Contrary Mary"

"Mistress Anne" "Glory of Youth"_

_Sonus ex nubibus te revocabit a mundo_

A sound from the clouds shall call thee from this earth

Illustrated by

ALICE BARBER STEPHENS

THE PENN PUBLISHING

COMPANY PHILADELPHIA

1920

COPYRIGHT

1920 BY

THE PENN

PUBLISHING

COMPANY

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I. A Major and Two Minors 7

II. Stuffed Birds 33

III. A Wolf in the Forest 61

IV. Rain and Randy's Soul 88

V. Little Sister 108

VI. Georgie-Porgie 127

VII. Mademoiselle Midas 147

VIII. Ancestors 161

IX. "T. Branch" 181

X. A Gentleman's Lie 214

XI. Wanted--a Pedestal 245

XII. Indian--Indian 263

XIII. The Whistling Sally 289

XIV. The Dancer on the Moor 313

XV. The Trumpeter Swan 333

XVI. The Conqueror 361

ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE

"When I am Married Will You Sound Your

Trumpet High Up Near the Moon?" _Frontispiece_

"It's So Heavenly to Have You Home" 9

Becky Drew A Sharp Breath--Then Faced

Dalton Squarely--"I Am Going to Marry Randy" 143

"Oh, Oh," She Whispered, "You Don't Know

How I Have Wanted You" 257

THE TRUMPETER SWAN

CHAPTER I

A MAJOR AND TWO MINORS

I

It had rained all night, one of the summer rains that, beginning in a

thunder-storm in Washington, had continued in a steaming drizzle until

morning.

There were only four passengers in the sleeper, men all of them--two in

adjoining sections in the middle of the car, a third in the

drawing-room, a fourth an intermittent occupant of a berth at the end.

They had gone to bed unaware of the estate or circumstance of their

fellow-travellers, and had waked to find the train delayed by washouts,

and side-tracked until more could be learned of the condition of the

road.

The man in the drawing-room shone, in the few glimpses that the others

had of him, with an effulgence which was dazzling. His valet, the

intermittent sleeper in the end berth, was a smug little soul, with a

small nose which pointed to the stars. When the door of the compartment

opened to admit breakfast there was the radiance of a brocade

dressing-gown, the shine of a sleek head, the staccato of an imperious

voice.

Randy Paine, long and lank, in faded khaki, rose, leaned over the seat

of the section in front of him and drawled, "'It is not raining rain to

me--it's raining roses--down----'"

A pleasant laugh, and a deep voice, "Come around here and talk to me.

You're a Virginian, aren't you?"

"By the grace of God and the discrimination of my ancestors," young

Randolph, as he dropped into the seat opposite the man with the deep

voice, saluted the dead and gone Paines.

"Then you know this part of it?"

"I was born here. In this county. It is bone of my bone and flesh of my

flesh," there was a break in the boy's voice which robbed the words of

grandiloquence.

"Hum--you love it? Yes? And I am greedy to get away. I want wider

spaces----"

"California?"

"Yes. Haven't seen it for three years. I thought when the war was over I

might. But I've got to be near Washington, it seems. The heat drove me

out, and somebody told me it would be cool in these hills----"

"It is, at night. By day we're not strenuous."

"I like to be strenuous. I hate inaction."

He moved restlessly. There was a crutch by his side. Young Paine noticed

it for the first time. "I hate it."

He had a strong frame, broad shoulders and thin hips. One placed him

immediately as a man of great physical force. Yet there was the crutch.

Randy had seen other men, broad-shouldered, thin-hipped, who had come to

worse than crutches. He did not want to think of them. He had escaped

without a scratch. He did not believe that he had lacked courage, and

there was a decoration to prove that he had not. But when he thought of

those other men, he had no sense of his own valor. He had given so

little and they had given so much.

Yet it was not a thing to speak of. He struck, therefore, a note to

which he knew the other might respond.

"If you haven't been here before, you'll like the old places."

"I am going to one of them."

"Which?"

"King's Crest."

A moment's silence. Then, "That's my home. I have lived there all my

life."

The lame man gave him a sharp glance. "I heard of it in

Washington--delightful atmosphere--and all that----"

"You are going as a--paying guest?"

"Yes."

A deep flush stained the younger man's face. Suddenly he broke out. "If

you knew how rotten it seems to me to have my mother keeping--boarders----"

"My dear fellow, I hope you don't think it is going to be rotten to have

me?"

"No. But there are other people. And I didn't know until I came back

from France---- She had to tell me when she knew I was coming."

"She had been doing it all the time you were away?"

"Yes. Before I went we had mortgaged things to help me through the

University. I should have finished in a year if I hadn't enlisted. And

Mother insisted there was enough for her. But there wasn't with the

interest and everything--and she wouldn't sell an acre. I shan't let her

keep on----"

"Are you going to turn me out?"

His smile was irresistible. Randy smiled back. "I suppose you think I'm

a fool----?"

"Yes. For being ashamed of it."

Randy's head went up. "I'm not ashamed of the boarding-house. I am

ashamed to have my mother work."

"So," said the lame man, softly, "that's it? And your name is Paine?"

"Randolph Paine of King's Crest. There have been a lot of us--and not a

piker in the lot."

"I am Mark Prime."

"Major Prime of the 135th?"

The other nodded. "The wonderful 135th--God, what men they were----" his

eyes shone.

Randy made his little gesture of salute. "They were that. I don't wonder

you are proud of them."

"It was worth all the rest," the Major said, "to have known my men."

He looked out of the window at the drizzle of rain. "How quiet the world

seems after it all----"

Then like the snap of bullets came the staccato voice through the open

door of the compartment.

"Find out why we are stopping in this beastly hole, Kemp, and get me

something cold to drink."

Kemp, sailing down the aisle, like a Lilliputian drum major, tripped

over Randy's foot.

"Beg pardon, sir," he said, and sailed on.

Randy looked after him. "'His Master's voice----'"

"And to think," Prime remarked, "that the coldest thing he can get on

this train is ginger ale."

Kemp, coming back with a golden bottle, with cracked ice in a tall

glass, with a crisp curl of lemon peel, ready for an innocuous

libation, brought his nose down from the heights to look for the foot,

found that it no longer barred the way, and marched on to hidden music.

"Leave the door open, leave it open," snapped the voice, "isn't there an

electric fan? Well, put it on, put it on----"

"He drinks nectar and complains to the gods," said the Major softly,

"why can't we, too, drink?"

They had theirs on a table which the porter set between them. The train

moved on before they had finished. "We'll be in Charlottesville in less

than an hour," the conductor announced.

"Is that where we get off, Paine?"

"One mile beyond. Are they going to meet you?"

"I'll get a station wagon."

Young Paine grinned. "There aren't any. But if Mother knows you're

coming she'll send down. And anyhow she expects me."

"After a year in France--it will be a warm welcome----"

"A wet one, but I love the rain, and the red mud, every blooming inch of

it."

"Of course you do. Just as I love the dust of the desert."

They spoke, each of them, with a sort of tense calmness. One doesn't

confess to a lump in one's throat.

The little man, Kemp, was brushing things in the aisle. He was hot but

unconquered. Having laid out the belongings of the man he served, he

took a sudden recess, and came back with a fresh collar, a wet but

faultless pompadour, and a suspicion of powder on his small nose.

"All right, sir, we'll be there in fifteen minutes, sir," they heard him

say, as he was swallowed up by the yawning door.

II

Fifteen minutes later when the train slowed up, there emerged from the

drawing-room a man some years older than Randolph Paine, and many years

younger than Major Prime. He was good-looking, well-dressed, but

apparently in a very bad temper. Kemp, in an excited, Skye-terrier

manner, had gotten the bags together, had a raincoat over his arm, had

an umbrella handy, had apparentlyforeseen every contingency but one.

"Great guns, Kemp, why are we getting off here?"

"The conductor said it was nearer, sir."

Randolph Paine was already hanging on the step, ready to drop the moment

the train stopped. He had given the porter an extra tip to look after

Major Prime. "He isn't used to that crutch, yet. He'd hate it if I tried

to help him."

The rain having drizzled for hours, condensed suddenly in a downpour.

When the train moved on, the men found themselves in a small and stuffy

waiting-room. Around the station platform was a sea of red mud. Misty

hills shot up in a circle to the horizon. There was not a house in

sight. There was not a soul in sight except the agent who knew young

Paine. No one having come to meet them, he suggested the use of the

telephone.

In the meantime Kemp was having a hard time of it. "Why in the name of

Heaven didn't we get off at Charlottesville," his master was demanding.

"The conductor said this was nearer, sir," Kemp repeated. His response

had the bounding quality of a rubber ball. "If you'll sit here and make

yourself comfortable, Mr. Dalton, I'll see what I can do."

"Oh, it's a beastly hole, Kemp. How can I be comfortable?"

Randy, who had come back from the telephone with a look on his face

which clutched at Major Prime's throat, caught Dalton's complaint.

"It isn't a beastly hole," he said in a ringing voice, "it's God's

country---- I got my mother on the 'phone, Major. She has sent for us

and the horses are on the way."

Dalton looked him over. What a lank and shabby youth he was to carry in

his voice that ring of authority. "What's the answer to our getting off

here?" he asked.

"Depends upon where you are going."

"To Oscar Waterman's----"

"Never heard of him."

"Hamilton Hill," said the station agent.

Randy's neck stiffened. "Then the Hamiltons have sold it?"

"Yes. A Mr. Waterman of New York bought it."

Kemp had come back. "Mr. Waterman says he'll send the car at once. He is

delighted to know that you have come, sir."

"How long must I wait?"

"Not more than ten minutes, he said, sir," Kemp's optimism seemed to

ricochet against his master's hardness and come back unhurt. "He will

send a closed car and will have your rooms ready for you."

"Serves me right for not wiring," said Dalton, "but who would believe

there is a place in the world where a man can't get a taxi?"

Young Paine was at the door, listening for the sound of hoofs, watching

with impatience. Suddenly he gave a shout, and the others looked to see

a small object which came whirling like a bomb through the mist.

"Nellie, little old lady, little old lady," the boy was on his knees,

the dog in his arms--an ecstatic, panting creature, the first to welcome

her master home!

Before he let her go, the little dog's coat was wet with more than rain,

but Randy was not ashamed of the tears in his eyes as he faced the

others.

"I've had her from a pup--she's a faithful beast. Hello, there they

come. Gee, Jefferson, but you've grown! You are almost as big as your

name."

Jefferson was the negro boy who drove the horses. There was a great

splashing of red mud as he drew up. The flaps of the surrey closed it

in.

Jefferson's eyes were twinkling beads as he greeted his master. "I sure

is glad to see you, Mr. Randy. Miss Caroline, she say there was another

gemp'mun?"

"He's here--Major Prime. You run in there and look after his bags."

Randy unbuttoned the flaps and gave a gasp of astonishment:

"_Becky_--Becky Bannister!"

In another moment she was out on the platform, and he was holding her

hands, protesting in the meantime, "You'll get wet, my dear----"

"Oh, I want to be rained on, Randy. It's so heavenly to have you home. I


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  • barber [´bɑ:bə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.理发师   (初中英语单词)
  • beginning [bi´giniŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.开始,开端;起源   (初中英语单词)
  • estate [i´steit] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.财产;庄园;等级   (初中英语单词)
  • pointed [´pɔintid] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.尖(锐)的;中肯的   (初中英语单词)
  • greedy [´gri:di] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.贪婪的;馋的   (初中英语单词)
  • physical [´fizikəl] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.物质的;有形的   (初中英语单词)
  • scratch [skrætʃ] 移动到这儿单词发声  v.&n.抓,搔;抓伤   (初中英语单词)
  • decoration [,dekə´reiʃən] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.装饰(品);装璜   (初中英语单词)
  • therefore [´ðeəfɔ:] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.&conj.因此;所以   (初中英语单词)
  • ashamed [ə´ʃeimd] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.惭愧;不好意思   (初中英语单词)
  • softly [´sɔftli] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.软化地;柔和地   (初中英语单词)
  • gesture [´dʒestʃə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.手势 v.打手势   (初中英语单词)
  • salute [sə´lu:t] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.&v.招呼;行礼;敬礼   (初中英语单词)
  • pardon [´pɑ:dən] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.&vt.原谅;饶恕;赦免   (初中英语单词)
  • hidden [´hid(ə)n] 移动到这儿单词发声  hide 的过去分词   (初中英语单词)
  • conductor [kən´dʌktə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.指导者;向导者   (初中英语单词)
  • collar [´kɔlə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.衣领;(狗等的)项圈   (初中英语单词)
  • suspicion [sə´spiʃən] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.怀(猜)疑;嫌疑   (初中英语单词)
  • temper [´tempə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.韧度 v.锻炼;调和   (初中英语单词)
  • platform [´plætfɔ:m] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.(平)台;讲台;站台   (初中英语单词)
  • circle [´sə:kəl] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.圆圈 v.环绕;盘旋   (初中英语单词)
  • horizon [hə´raizən] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.地平线;范围;视野   (初中英语单词)
  • meantime [´mi:ntaim] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.&ad.其间;同时   (初中英语单词)
  • rubber [´rʌbə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.(摩)擦的人;橡皮   (初中英语单词)
  • throat [θrəut] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.咽喉;嗓子;出入口   (初中英语单词)
  • faithful [´feiθfəl] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.忠实的;可靠的   (初中英语单词)
  • trumpet [´trʌmpit] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.喇叭;小号   (高中英语单词)
  • dancer [´dɑ:nsə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.舞蹈者,舞蹈演员   (高中英语单词)
  • conqueror [´kɔŋkərə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.征服者,胜利者   (高中英语单词)
  • heavenly [´hevənli] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.天的,天空的   (高中英语单词)
  • learned [´lə:nid] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.有学问的,博学的   (高中英语单词)
  • crutch [krʌtʃ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.拐(杖)   (高中英语单词)
  • rotten [´rɔtn] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.腐烂的;腐朽的   (高中英语单词)
  • ginger [´dʒindʒə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.姜;精神,元气   (高中英语单词)
  • theirs [ðeəz] 移动到这儿单词发声  pron.他们的   (高中英语单词)
  • porter [´pɔ:tə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.守门人;勤杂工人   (高中英语单词)
  • recess [ri´ses] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.休息;休会   (高中英语单词)
  • umbrella [ʌm´brelə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.伞   (高中英语单词)
  • apparently [ə´pærəntli] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.显然,表面上地   (高中英语单词)
  • hanging [´hæŋiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.绞刑 a.悬挂着的   (高中英语单词)
  • repeated [ri´pi:tid] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.反复的;重复的   (高中英语单词)
  • shabby [´ʃæbi] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.(衣服)破旧的   (高中英语单词)
  • pedestal [´pedistl] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.垫座 vt.给…装上座   (英语四级单词)
  • occupant [´ɔkjupənt] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.居住者;占有人   (英语四级单词)
  • unaware [,ʌnə´weə] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.不知道的;不觉察的   (英语四级单词)
  • radiance [´reidjəns] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.发光;光彩;辐射   (英语四级单词)
  • strenuous [´strenjuəs] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.费力的;奋发的   (英语四级单词)
  • irresistible [,iri´zistəbəl] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.不可抵抗的   (英语四级单词)
  • blooming [´blu:miŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.正开花的;妙龄的   (英语四级单词)
  • belongings [bi´lɔŋiŋz] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.所有物;行李   (英语四级单词)
  • gotten [´gɔtn] 移动到这儿单词发声  get的过去分词   (英语四级单词)
  • hardness [´hɑ:dnis] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.坚硬;严厉;难度   (英语四级单词)
  • impatience [im´peiʃəns] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.不耐烦,急躁   (英语四级单词)
  • mademoiselle [,mædəmə´zel] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.小姐;法国女教师   (英语六级单词)
  • sleeper [´sli:pə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.睡眠者;(铁路)枕木   (英语六级单词)
  • discrimination [di,skrimi´neiʃən] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.区别,歧视   (英语六级单词)
  • restlessly [´restlisli] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.不安定地;烦躁地   (英语六级单词)
  • beastly [´bi:stli] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.残忍的;卑鄙的   (英语六级单词)
  • cracked [krækt] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.有裂缝的;碎的;粗哑   (英语六级单词)
  • calmness [´kɑ:mnis] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.平静;安静   (英语六级单词)
  • good-looking [] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.漂亮的,美貌的   (英语六级单词)
  • foreseen [fɔ:´si:n] 移动到这儿单词发声  foresee的过去分词   (英语六级单词)
  • insight [´insait] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.洞悉;洞察力;见识   (英语六级单词)
  • holding [´həuldiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.保持,固定,存储   (英语六级单词)

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