By Berwen Banks. Allen Raine

By Berwen Banks - Allen Raine


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came over her, and it was quite a nervous, trembling voice that at last said:

      "Mr. Wynne?"

      Cardo turned round quickly.

      "Valmai! Miss Powell!" he said, "how silently you came upon me! I was dreaming. Come and stand here. Is not that scene one to make a poet of the most prosaic man?"

      "Yes, indeed," answered the girl, standing beside him with a strangely beating heart, "it is beautiful! I saw the sky through the chapel window, and I was thinking it would be very nice down here. There's bright and clear the moon is!"

      They were walking now across the beach, at the edge of the surf.

      "It reminds me of something I read out to uncle last night. It was out of one of his old Welsh poets—Taliesin, or Davydd ap Gwilym, or somebody. It was about the moon, but indeed I don't know if I can put it into English."

      "Try," said Cardo.

       "'She comes from out the fold

       And leads her starry flock among the fields of night.'"

      "Yes, that is beautiful," said Cardo. "Indeed, I am glad you find something interesting in those dog-eared old books."

      "Dog-eared? But they are indeed," she said, laughing. "But how do you know? They may be gold and leather, and spic and span from the bookseller's, for all you know."

      "No, I have seen them, and have seen you reading them."

      "Seen me reading them? How? Where?"

      "Last night I was under the elder bushes, and saw you reading to your uncle. I watched you for a long time."

      Valmai was silent.

      "You are not vexed with me for that?"

      She was still silent; a tumult of happy thoughts filled her mind. He had found his way to Dinas! He had thought it worth while to stand under the night sky and watch her! It was a pleasant idea, and, thinking of it, she did not speak.

      "Tell me, Valmai, have I offended you?"

      "Offended me? Oh, no; why should you? But indeed it was very foolish of you, whatever. If you had come in and listened to the reading it would be better, perhaps," she said laughingly.

      "If I had come in, what would your uncle have said? He would have been very angry."

      "Well, indeed, yes; I was forgetting that. He is very hospitable, and glad to see anybody who comes in to supper; but I don't think," she added, with a more serious air, "that he would be glad to see you. He hates the Church and everything belonging to it."

      "Yes. How wearisome all this bigotry is. My father hates the chapels and all belonging to them."

      "Perhaps you and I will begin to hate each other soon," said Valmai, as they reached the boulders through which the Berwen trickled.

      It was absolutely necessary that Cardo should help her over the slippery stones, and with her hand in his she stepped carefully over the broad stream, subsiding into quietness as it reached the sea. At last she was safely over, and as he reluctantly dropped her hand he returned to the subject of conversation.

      "Will we hate each other?"

      Again there was no answer, and again Cardo looked down at Valmai as he pressed his question.

      She had taken off her hat, and was walking with her golden head exposed to the cool night breezes. It drooped a little as she answered his persistent questioning.

      "No, I think," she said, with her quaint Welsh accent.

      "No, I think, too," said Cardo; "why should we? Let us leave the hatred and malice and all uncharitableness to our elders; for you and me, down here on the sands and by the banks of the Berwen, there need be nothing but content and—and friendship."

      "Yes, indeed, it is nice to have friends. I left all mine behind me in my old home, and I did not think I should ever have another; but here we are across the shore, and here is the path to Dinas."

      "Oh, but the walk has been too short. You must come back and let us have it over again."

      "What! back again?" said Valmai, laughing so merrily that she woke the echoes from the cliffs.

      "Yes, back across those slippery stones and across the shore, and then back again to this side. I can help you, you know."

      Cardo's voice was very low and tender. It seemed ridiculous, but somehow he gained his point.

      CHAPTER IV

      THE STORM

      A day or two later on, the weather changed, the wind blew up in angry soughs from the south-west, and, meeting the strong flow of the spring tide, curled the green wave-tops into those small feathers of foam, always the fore-runners of rough weather. The sea-gulls let themselves go before the wind calling to each other excitedly, the little sea-crows stayed quietly at home in the safe crannies of the cliff. Old Dan Griffiths the fisherman hauled his boat further up the strand, and everything betokened the brewing of a storm, nevertheless Valmai was out early. Her small household duties had been attended to. She had skimmed the cream in the dairy, and fed the new calf; she had scattered the grain before the flocks of fowls and pigeons in the farm-yard; had brushed her uncle's coat, and, while helping him to shuffle into it, had asked him:

      "Are you going from home to-day, uncle?"

      "Yes, merch i, didn't I tell you? I am going to a meeting at Pen Morien, and won't be back to-night."

      "Are you going to walk?"

      "Why, no! ride, of course. Where's Malen?"

      "I think Shoni was just putting her into the cart."

      "Oh! I forgot to tell him," said the absent-minded man. "Tell him to saddle her, and bring her here at once."

      Valmai ran out, and picking her way daintily through the stubble of the farm-yard, caught sight of Shoni fastening the last buckle of Malen's cart harness.

      "Wants her saddled?" he said, looking hot and flustered. "Dear, dear! there never was such a man! Wasn't I settle with him yesterday to take the two pigs to the fair to be sell? There's what it is to live in the clouds!" and, grumbling, he unfastened the buckles, and soon led Malen saddled and bridled to the door.

      "Didn't you tell me we was to sell the pigs to-day?" he said sulkily, as soon as his master was seated safely on the saddle.

      Essec Powell, who had for some time been hopping about on one leg, finding it difficult to mount the spirited Malen, now looked thoughtfully at Shoni.

      "Pigs," he said, "pigs? Oh, of course; yes, Shoni, quite right, you shall take them to market tomorrow."

      "To-day is the fair; you had forgotten that, I suppose."

      "Well, well! next week will do," and he trotted away, Shoni looking after him with undisguised contempt.

      "There's a man, now," he said in English, for he was proud of his proficiency in that language. "Wass you ever see such a man? I tell you, Valmai, he would be ruined and put in gaol for debt long ago if I wasn't keep him out of it."

      "Yes, I think—indeed, Shoni, I am sure of it; but where is the fair to-day?"

      "At Llanython, of course; wasn't you hear of it? Why! you ought to be there, pranked out in your ribbons and finery, talking and laughing with the young men, and coming home in the evening with your pocket-handkerchief full of gingerbread and nuts," and he looked her over from top to toe.

      It had never struck him before that there was any charm in her appearance, but now he seemed to realise that she was worthy to be seen at the fair.

      "Yes," he said pensively, with his thumbs in the armholes of his waistcoat; "I wouldn't wonder a bit now if you wass to pick up a sweet'arr amongst the gentry, because you are beginning to speak English as good as the Vicare, and you are not quite like the girls about here, Valmai."

      "Am


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