Paradise Garden: The Satirical Narrative of a Great Experiment. Gibbs George
paused but the girl went on, so I followed quickly, and wisely, it seemed, for she wandered blindly and would have been lost in a moment.
"If you'll follow me," I ventured, "you will find the way out much more quickly. Otherwise you will probably scratch your face."
I'm sure by the sound of her feet in the dry leaves and her hurried breathing behind me that she would have liked to scratch my face. But she didn't. I think she realized for the first time that without my guidance she would probably spend the rest of the night in the woods.
"I'm sorry to have been obliged to be so unceremonious," I said at last over my shoulder. No reply. But I wasn't in the least daunted. I had made up my mind that she shouldn't venture in again.
"It's rather lucky you weren't seen by any of the gamekeepers. You might have spent the night in the lockup."
Still no reply.
"You see, the trespass rules here are very strictly enforced. It's too bad you didn't know about them. They've been in force for ten years. This is the first time, I think, that a woman has been inside the wall."
"I—I'm a stranger," she gasped. "I'm only visiting here."
"Of course, that explains it. I couldn't imagine your having ventured in otherwise."
We had come to an opening where the trail was wider and I slowed my pace so that in a moment she walked beside me. She forged ahead at once, but I kept my place.
"Since you're interested in sociological questions, Miss—er—Smith, perhaps—"
"You listened?" she asked scornfully.
"I did," grimly. "I listened for at least ten minutes."
"I'm sure you're quite welcome," she gasped.
"Since you're interested in sociological questions," I repeated, "perhaps you may be interested in educational ones."
"I'm not."
"That's not consistent, for sociological problems can hardly be solved without the aid of—"
"Oh!" Her pent-up temper exploded. "I didn't come in here to—to listen to a dissertation on—" Rage choked her and she couldn't go on.
"I should be very much interested to learn what you did come in for."
"You're a beast!" she flashed at me.
"Come now, you don't mean that. As a matter of fact, I'm merely a mild-mannered person of studious instincts hired to carry out a most valuable experiment in comparative psychology."
"I have no interest in your experiments."
"Or the object of them?" I put in quickly. She found that difficult to answer.
"You must admit that my inquiry is natural," I went on suavely. "Since Jerry has just promised to give you his entire fortune, it seems to me only fair that his executors—"
"Will you be silent?" she cried, stopping suddenly. "It seems that I'm at your mercy. You will at least have the decency to let me go in peace."
She broke away, running aimlessly. I followed rapidly, my conscience hurting, but my purpose relentless.
"This way," I said coolly. "You've left the trail."
"I don't care," she gasped. "Leave me."
"I can't do that. You see, I promised Jerry. But I will lead the way if you like. The stream is not far."
I set out again and I heard her trudging behind me. If she had stuck me in the back with a hatpin, I shouldn't have been surprised. But she was more tractable now.
"How are you getting on?" I asked as I neared the Sweetwater. But she wouldn't reply. Her sentiments toward me, I am sure, were too deep for words.
"Where did you come in?" I asked again.
"The iron railing—at the stream," she mumbled.
"Oh! It must be repaired at once."
"You needn't bother," she said scornfully, "so far as I am concerned."
"That's very kind of you. Ah, here we are."
We went carefully over the rocks and in a short while the dim bulk of the wall rose before us. I descended, preceding her, found the opening and went through it.
"You're not going any further with me," she commanded in a suppressed tone. "I forbid it."
I rose on the other side of the grille and dusted my knees.
"I should be sorry to disobey your commands," I said firmly, "but the dangers of the woods at night—"
"Oh! How I abominate you!"
"Really? I am sorry."
But she followed me through the aperture and I led the way down a path, which seemed fairly well worn, alongside the wall.
"Of course, your real name isn't Smith," I began again in a moment. And then after waiting in vain for a reply: "Are you staying with the Laidlaws? The Carews? The Van Wycks then? You won't tell me? Oh, very well, I'll inquire."
My threat brought her to her senses.
"You wouldn't do that!" she said in an agonized tone, catching me by the arm.
"I'm quite capable of it," I replied, stopping beside her.
"I—I beg of you not to do that."
"Am I a beast?" I smiled.
"No, no—not a beast. I'm sorry."
"Why do you wish to remain unknown?"
"I—I had no business coming. No one knows. It was mere—mere feminine curiosity." She turned away, "Does that satisfy you?" she cried.
"I think it does," I said more gently. "And you'll not return?"
"No—no, never."
"Good. I ask no questions. You stay out. It's a bargain."
She led the way now silently, and I hurried after her, a little sorry for my own part in the matter, but still jealous for our violated sanctuary. She had force, this girl, and not a little courage. Modern she was, if you like, but very spirited and human. When we reached the highroad I paused.
"If you wish, I will go on with you."
"Our paths separate here."
I offered her my hand.
"Forgive me," I said gently. "I am only doing my duty."
But she turned quickly and in a moment was running down the road where the night soon swallowed her.
Women are queer animals. She might at least have given me her hand.
CHAPTER VII
JACK BALLARD TAKES CHARGE
On my way back to the Manor house I thought deeply of a way to make the best of the situation. That Jerry was a philosopher seemed for the moment to be a matter of little importance, for the portion of his conversation in the cabin which I had overheard was an indictment both of my teaching and my integrity. His eyes, thanks to the gabble of this mischievous visitor, were now open. He would want to know everything and I found myself placed in the position of being obliged to choose between a frankness which would be hazardous and a deception which would be intolerable. The time had suddenly come for generous revelations. I had labored all these years to bring Jerry to manhood, armed with righteousness and a sound philosophy, equipment enough according to my reading of his character and the meaning of life, to make him impervious to all sophistry and all sin. The conversation that I had overheard did nothing to weaken my faith in the Great Experiment which in my heart I felt already to be an unqualified success, but it notified me of the fact which had almost escaped me, that Jerry was no longer a boy but a man in years as well as body and intelligence and that his desire for worldly knowledge was not to be thwarted.
And yet the prospect seemed far from pleasing to me. It was the beginning of the end of our Utopia. Upon the threshold of the world Jerry was eager for that which I had scorned. Our paths would separate. The old relation would be no more.
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