BEHIND THE FOUNTAIN
Two days after Christmas a young man of serious aspect might have been seen entering one of the large churches at L? Being shown to a seat, he joined in the services with praiseworthy devotion, especially the music, to which he listened with such evident pleasure that a gentleman who sat nearby felt moved to address this appreciative stranger after church.
"Fine sermon today.Ever heard our minister before, sir?" he began, as they went down the aisle together among the last, for the young man had lingered as if admiring the ancient building.
"Very fine.No, sir, I have never had that pleasure.I've often wished to see this old place, and am not at all disappointed.Your choir, too, is unusually good," answered the stranger, glancing up at several bonnets bobbing about behind the half-drawn curtains above.
"Finest in the city, sir.We pride ourselves on our music, and always have the best.People often come for that alone." And the old gentleman looked as satisfied as if a choir of cherubim and seraphim "continually did cry" in his organ loft.
"Who is the contralto? That solo was beautifully sung," observed the younger man, pausing to read a tablet on the wall.
"That is Miss Moore.Been here about a year, and is universally admired.
Excellent young lady­couldn't do without her.Sings superbly in oratorios.
Ever heard her?"
"Never.She came from X? I believe?
"Yes, highly recommended.She was brought up by one of the first families there.Campbell is the name.If you come from X? you doubtless know them.""I have met them.Good morning." And with bows the gentlemen parted, for at that instant the young man caught sight of a tall lady going down the church steps with a devout expression in her fine eyes and a prayer-book in her hand.
Hastening after her, the serious-minded young man accosted her just as she turned into a quiet street.
"Phebe!"
Only a word, but it wrought a marvelous change, for the devout expression vanished in the drawing of a breath, and the quiet face blossomed suddenly with color, warmth, and "the light that never was on sea or land" as she turned to meet her lover with an answering word as eloquent as his.
"Archie!"
"The year is out today.I told you I should come.Have you forgotten?""No­I knew you'd come."
"And are you glad?"
"How can I help it?"
"You can't­don't try.Come into this little park and let us talk."And drawing her hand through his arm, Archie led her into what to other eyes was a very dismal square, with a boarded-up fountain in the middle, sodden grass plots, and dead leaves dancing in the wintry wind.
But to them it was a summery Paradise, and they walked to and fro in the pale sunshine, quite unconscious that they were objects of interest to several ladies and gentlemen waiting anxiously for their dinner or yawning over the dull books kept for Sunday reading.
"Are you ready to come home now, Phebe?" asked Archie tenderly as he looked at the downcast face beside him and wondered why all women did not wear delightful little black velvet bonnets with one deep red flower against their hair.
"Not yet.I haven't done enough," began Phebe, finding it very hard to keep the resolution made a year ago.
"You have proved that you can support yourself, make friends, and earn a name, if you choose.No one can deny that, and we are all getting proud of you.What more can you ask, my dearest?""I don't quite know, but I am very ambitious.I want to be famous, to do something for you all, to make some sacrifice for Rose, and, if I can, to have something to give up for your sake.Let me wait and work longer­Iknow I haven't earned my welcome yet," pleaded Phebe so earnestly that her lover knew it would be in vain to try and turn her, so wisely contented himself with half, since he could not have the whole.
"Such a proud woman! Yet I love you all the better for it, and understand your feeling.Rose made me see how it seems to you, and I don't wonder that you cannot forget the unkind things that were looked, if not said, by some of my amiable aunts.I'll try to be patient on one condition, Phebe.""And what is that?"
"You are to let me come sometimes while I wait, and wear this lest you should forget me," he said, pulling a ring from his pocket and gently drawing a warm, bare hand out of the muff where it lay hidden.
"Yes, Archie, but not here­not now!" cried Phebe, glancing about her as if suddenly aware that they were not alone.
"No one can see us here­I thought of that.Give me one happy minute, after this long, long year of waiting," answered Archie, pausing just where the fountain hid them from all eyes, for there were houses only on one side.
Phebe submitted and never did a plain gold ring slip more easily to its place than the one he put on in such a hurry that cold December day.
Then one hand went back into the muff red with the grasp he gave it, and the other to its old place on his arm with a confiding gesture, as if it had a right there.
"Now I feel sure of you," said Archie as they went on again, and no one the wiser for that tender transaction behind the ugly pyramid of boards.
