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For a number of days after the burial of her child, Adelle remained at
the manager's cottage in a state of complete passivity, scarcely
making even a physical exertion. She did not cry. She did not talk.
She neither writhed nor moaned in her pain. She was making no
effort to control her feelings: she did not play the stoic or the
Christian. Actually she did not feel: she was numb in body and soul.
This hebetude of all faculty was the merciful, protecting method that
Nature took with her, dimming the lamp of consciousness until the
wounded creature could gain sufficient resiliency to bear a full
realization of life. The pain would come, months and years hence,
bitter, aching pain; but then she would be able to bear it.
Each day she went to the grave on the hillside, and carefully ordered
the planting of the place so that it should be surrounded with
flowers that she liked. Also she laid out a little shrub-bordered path
to be made from the pool beside the orangery to the hillside. In
these ways she displayed her concrete habit of thought. For the rest
she sat or lay upon her bed, seeing nothing, probably thinking very
little. It was a form of torpor, and after it had continued for a week
or ten days, her maid was for sending for a doctor. That functionary
merely talked platitudes that Adelle neither understood nor heeded.
The maid would have tried a priest, but feared to suggest it to her
mistress.
The truth was that Adelle was recovering very slowly from her
shock. She was only twenty-five and strong. Her body held many
years of activity, possibly other children, and her mind still awaited
its full development. How that would come was the really vital
matter. The ordinary result would be that, after the full period of
lethargy and physical and mental recuperation, Adelle should drift
back into something like the same life she had previously led. She
would go abroad and establish herself in a new environment,
gradually acquiring new associations that in time would efface the
more poignant surfaces of her tragedy at Highcourt. She would
probably marry again, for she was still a young woman and had a
considerable remnant of her fortune. She might reasonably expect
more children to come to her, and thus, with certain modifications
due to her experiences with Archie, live out an average life of ease
and personal interests in the manner of that class that the probate
court and the laws of our civilization had made it possible for her to
join.
But all that conventional resolution of her destiny was not to be
because of ideas already at work within her—the sole vital remains
from her previous life. Even in her dullest moments of physical and
mental hebetude she felt something pressing upon her from within
for accomplishment, like a piece of unfinished business that she
must presently rouse herself to put through. She scarcely knew what
it was until she made an effort to think it out, and for days she did
not make this effort.
Gradually she focussed more concretely this unconscious weight
upon her soul. It had to do with the stone mason and his rights to
his grandfather's inheritance. She must see him before he left the
country and come to a final understanding about it all. She wanted,
anyway, to see him more than anybody else. He seemed to her in
her dark hour the healthiest and most natural person she knew—
most nearly on her own level of understanding, the one who really
knew all about her and what her boy's death meant to her. But she
was still too utterly will-less to bring about an interview between
herself and her cousin either by sending for him or going up to the
shack to find him.
Finally, after ten days of this semi-conscious existence, she awoke
one morning with a definite purpose stirring at the roots of her
being, and instead of returning from her child's grave as before she
kept on up over the brow of the hill to the open field. The sight of
the large sweep of earth and ocean and sky on this clear April
morning was the first sensation of returning life that came to her.
She stood for some time contemplating the scene, which glowed
with that peculiar intense light, like vivid illumination, that is
characteristic of California. The world seemed to her this morning a
very big place and lonely—largely untried, unexplored by her, for all
her moving about in it and tasting its sweets. In this mood she
proceeded to the little tar-paper shack. She feared to find it empty,
to discover that the mason had gone to the city, in which case she
should have to follow him and go to the trouble of hunting him up.
But he had not yet left, although his belongings were neatly packed
in his trunk and kitty-bag. He was fussing about the stove, whistling
to himself as he prepared a bird which he had shot that morning for
his dinner. He had on his town clothes, which made him slightly
unfamiliar in appearance. She knew him in khaki and flannel shirt,
with bare arms and neck. He looked rougher in conventional dress
than in his workingman's clothes.
At sight of Adelle standing in the doorway, the mason laid down his
frying-pan and stopped whistling. Without greeting he hastily took
up the only chair he had and placed it in the shade of the pepper
tree in front of the shack. Adelle sat down with a wan little smile of
thanks.
"I'm glad you hadn't gone," she said.
"I ain't been in any particular hurry," her cousin answered. "Been
huntin' some down in the woods," he added, nodding westward. He
sat on the doorsill and picked up a twig to chew.
"I've been wanting to talk to you about that matter I told you of the
morning after the fire."
The mason nodded quickly.
"I don't know yet what should be done about the property," she
went on directly. "I must see some lawyer, I suppose. But it's just
what I told you, I'm sure. Half of Clark's Field belonged to your
grandfather and half to mine, and I have had the whole of it
because they couldn't find your family."
The mason listened gravely, his bright blue eyes unfathomable. He
had had ample time, naturally, to think over the astounding
communication Adelle had made to him, though he had come to no
clear comprehension of it. A poor man, who for years has longed
with all the force of his being for some of the privilege and freedom
of wealth, could not be told that a large fortune was rightfully his
without rousing scintillating lights in his hungry soul.
"There isn't all the money there was when I got it," Adelle
continued. "We have spent a lot of money—I don't know just how
much there is left. But there must be at least a half of it—what
belongs to you!"
"Are you sure about this?" the mason demanded, frowning, a slight
tremor in his voice; "about its belonging to father's folks? I never
heard any one say there was money in the family."
"There wasn't anything but the land—Clark's Field," Adelle explained.
"It was just a farm in grandfather's time, and nothing was done with
it for a long time. It was like that when I was a girl and living in
Alton. It's only recently it has become so valuable."
"You didn't say nothin' about any property the first time we talked
about our being related," the mason observed.
"I know," Adelle replied, with a sad little smile. Then she blurted out
the truth,—"I knew it—not then, but afterwards. But I didn't tell you
—I wanted to—but I meant never to tell. I meant to keep it all for
myself and for him—my boy."
The mason nodded understandingly, while Adelle tried to explain her
ruthless decision.
"You'd never had money and didn't know about the Field. And it
seemed wrong to take it all away from him—it wasn't his fault, and I
didn't want him to grow up poor and have to fight for a living," she
explained bravely, displaying all the petty consideration she had
given to her problem. Then she added with a sob—"Now it's all
different! He was taken away," she said slowly, using the fatalistic
formula which generations of religious superstition have engraved in
human hearts. "He will not need it!"
There was silence. Then unconsciously, as if uttered by another
person, came from her the awful judgment,—"Perhaps that was why
he was taken—because I wouldn't tell about the money."
"It ain't so!" the mason retorted hastily, with a healthy reaction
against this terrible creed of his ancestors. "It had nothin' to do with
your actions, with you, his being smothered in the fire—don't you go
worryin' 'bout that!"
In his dislike of the doctrine and his desire to deal generously with
the woman, the mason was not wholly right, and later Adelle was to
perceive this. For if she had not been such as she was she would not
have willfully taken to herself such a disastrous person as Archie and
thus planted the seed of tragedy in her life as in her womb. If
human beings are responsible for anything in their lives, she was
responsible for Archie, which sometime she must recognize.