"A-a-h," he sighed long, almost luxuriously, and spoke with pauses for breath."It is passing.It seems like heaven.My dear, I'm water- logged, yet the mere absence of that frightful agony makes my present state sheerest bliss."She tried to gasp a reply, but could not.
"I'm all right," he assured her."Let us float and rest up.Stretch out, yourself, and get your wind back."And for half an hour, side by side, on their backs, they floated in the fairly placid Kanaka Surf.Ida Barton was the first to announce recovery by speaking first.
"And how do you feel now, man of mine?" she asked.
"I feel as if I'd been run over by a steam-roller," he replied."And you, poor darling?""I feel I'm the happiest woman in the world.I'm so happy I could almost cry, but I'm too happy even for that.You had me horribly frightened for a time.I thought I was to lose you."Lee Barton's heart pounded up.Never a mention of losing herself.This, then, was love, and all real love, proved true--the great love that forgot self in the loved one.
"And I'm the proudest man in the world," he told her; "because my wife is the bravest woman in the world.""Brave!" she repudiated."I love you.I never knew how much, how really much, I loved you as when I was losing you.And now let's work for shore.I want you all alone with me, your arms around me, while I tell you all you are to me and shall always be to me."In another half-hour, swimming strong and steadily, they landed on the beach and walked up the hard wet sand among the sand-loafers and sun- baskers.
"What were the two of you doing out there?" queried one of the Outrigger captains."Cutting up?""Cutting up," Ida Barton answered with a smile.
"We're the village cut-ups, you know," was Lee Barton's assurance.
That evening, the evening's engagement cancelled, found the two, in a big chair, in each other's arms.
"Sonny sails to-morrow noon," she announced casually and irrelevant to anything in the conversation."He's going out to the Malay Coast to inspect what's been done with that lumber and rubber company of his.""First I've heard of his leaving us," Lee managed to say, despite his surprise.
"I was the first to hear of it," she added."He told me only last night." "At the dance?"She nodded.
"Rather sudden, wasn't it?"
"Very sudden." Ida withdrew herself from her husband's arms and sat up."And I want to talk to you about Sonny.I've never had a real secret from you before.I didn't intend ever to tell you.But it came to me to- day, out in the Kanaka Surf, that if we passed out, it would be something left behind us unsaid."She paused, and Lee, half-anticipating what was coming, did nothing to help her, save to girdle and press her hand in his.
"Sonny rather lost his...his head over me," she faltered."Of course, you must have noticed it.And...and last night, he wanted me to run away with him.Which isn't my confession at all..."Still Lee Barton waited.
"My confession," she resumed, "is that I wasn't the least bit angry with him--only sorrowful and regretful.My confession is that I rather slightly, only rather more than slightly, lost my own head.That was why I was kind and gentle to him last night.I am no fool.I knew it was due.And--oh, I know, I'm just a feeble female of vanity compounded--I was proud to have such a man swept off his feet by me, by little me.I encouraged him.I have no excuse.Last night would not have happened had I not encouraged him.And I, and not he, was the sinner last night when he asked me.And I told him no, impossible, as you should know why without my repeating it to you.And I was maternal to him, very much maternal.I let him take me in his arms, let myself rest against him, and, for the first time because it was to be the for-ever last time, let him kiss me and let myself kiss him.You...I know you understand...it was his renunciation.And I didn't love Sonny.I don't love him.I have lovedyou, and you only, all the time."
She waited, and felt her husband's arm pass around her shoulder and under her own arm, and yielded to his drawing down of her to him.
"You did have me worried more than a bit," he admitted, "until I was afraid I was going to lose you.And..." He broke off in patent embarrassment, then gripped the idea courageously."Oh, well, you know you're my one woman.Enough said."She fumbled the match-box from his pocket and struck a match to enable him to light his long-extinct cigar.
"Well," he said, as the smoke curled about them, "knowing you as I know you, and ALL of you, all I can say is that I'm sorry for Sonny for what he's missed--awfully sorry for him, but equally glad for me.And...one other thing: five years hence I've something to tell you, something rich, something ridiculously rich, and all about me and the foolishness of me over you.Five years.Is it a date?""I shall keep it if it is fifty years," she sighed, as she nestled closer to him.
GLEN ELLEN, CALIFORNIA.August 17, 1916.
