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the twins of table mountain-第8章

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safely leave me until then。〃

In another moment Rand was plunging down the 〃slide。〃  But it was
past midnight when he struggled over the last bowlder up the
ascent; dragging the half…exhausted medical wisdom of Brown's Ferry
on his arm。

〃I've been gone long; doctor;〃 said Rand feverishly; 〃and she
looked SO death…like when I left。  If we should be too late!〃

The doctor stopped suddenly; lifted his head; and pricked his ears
like a hound on a peculiar scent。  〃We ARE too late;〃 he said; with
a slight professional laugh。

Indignant and horrified; Rand turned upon him。

〃Listen;〃 said the doctor; lifting his hand。

Rand listened; so intently that he heard the familiar moan of the
river below; but the great stony field lay silent before him。  And
then; borne across its bare barren bosom; like its own
articulation; came faintly the feeble wail of a new…born babe。


III。


STORM。


The doctor hurried ahead in the darkness。  Rand; who had stopped
paralyzed at the ominous sound; started forward again mechanically;
but as the cry arose again more distinctly; and the full
significance of the doctor's words came to him; he faltered;
stopped; and; with cheeks burning with shame and helpless
indignation; sank upon a stone beside the shaft; and; burying his
face in his hands; fairly gave way to a burst of boyish tears。  Yet
even then the recollection that he had not cried since; years ago;
his mother's dying hands had joined his and Ruth's childish fingers
together; stung him fiercely; and dried his tears in angry heat
upon his cheeks。

How long he sat there; he remembered not; what he thought; he
recalled not。  But the wildest and most extravagant plans and
resolves availed him nothing in the face of this forever desecrated
home; and this shameful culmination of his ambitious life on the
mountain。  Once he thought of flight; but the reflection that he
would still abandon his brother to shame; perhaps a self…contented
shame; checked him hopelessly。  Could he avert the future?  He
MUST; but how?  Yet he could only sit and stare into the darkness
in dumb abstraction。

Sitting there; his eyes fell upon a peculiar object in a crevice of
the ledge beside the shaft。  It was the tin pail containing his
dinner; which; according to their custom; it was the duty of the
brother who staid above ground to prepare and place for the brother
who worked below。  Ruth must; consequently; have put it there
before he left that morning; and Rand had overlooked it while
sharing the repast of the strangers at noon。  At the sight of this
dumb witness of their mutual cares and labors; Rand sighed; half in
brotherly sorrow; half in a selfish sense of injury done him。

He took up the pail mechanically; removed its cover; andstarted;
for on top of the carefully bestowed provisions lay a little note;
addressed to him in Ruth's peculiar scrawl。

He opened it with feverish hands; held it in the light of the
peaceful moon; and read as follows:


DEAR; DEAR BROTHER;When you read this; I shall be far away。  I go
because I shall not stay to disgrace you; and because the girl that
I brought trouble upon has gone away too; to hide her disgrace and
mine; and where she goes; Rand; I ought to follow her; and; please
God; I will!  I am not as wise or as good as you are; but it seems
the best I can do; and God bless you; dear old Randy; boy!  Times
and times again I've wanted to tell you all; and reckoned to do so;
but whether you was sitting before me in the cabin; or working
beside me in the drift; I couldn't get to look upon your honest
face; dear brother; and say what things I'd been keeping from you
so long。  I'll stay away until I've done what I ought to do; and if
you can say; 〃Come; Ruth;〃 I will come; but; until you can say it;
the mountain is yours; Randy; boy; the mine is yours; the cabin is
yours; ALL is yours。  Rub out the old chalk…marks; Rand; as I rub
them out here in my'A few words here were blurred and indistinct;
as if the moon had suddenly become dim…eyed too'。  God bless you;
brother!

P。S。You know I mean Mornie all the time。  It's she I'm going to
seek; but don't you think so bad of her as you do; I am so much
worse than she。  I wanted to tell you that all along; but I didn't
dare。  She's run away from the Ferry half crazy; said she was going
to Sacramento; and I am going there to find her alive or dead。
Forgive me; brother!  Don't throw this down right away; hold it in
your hand a moment; Randy; boy; and try hard to think it's my hand
in yours。  And so good…by; and God bless you; old Randy!

From your loving brother;

RUTH。


A deep sense of relief overpowered every other feeling in Rand's
breast。  It was clear that Ruth had not yet discovered the truth of
Mornie's flight: he was on his way to Sacramento; and before he
could return; Mornie could be removed。  Once despatched in some
other direction; with Ruth once more returned and under his
brother's guidance; the separation could be made easy and final。
There was evidently no marriage as yet; and now; the fear of an
immediate meeting over; there should be none。  For Rand had already
feared this; had recalled the few infelicitous relations; legal and
illegal; which were common to the adjoining camp;the flagrantly
miserable life of the husband of a San Francisco anonyma who lived
in style at the Ferry; the shameful carousals and more shameful
quarrels of the Frenchman and Mexican woman who 〃kept house〃 at
〃the Crossing;〃 the awful spectacle of the three half…bred Indian
children who played before the cabin of a fellow miner and
townsman。  Thank Heaven; the Eagle's Nest on Table Mountain should
never be pointed at from the valley as another

A heavy hand upon his arm brought him trembling to his feet。  He
turned; and met the half…anxious; half…contemptuous glance of the
doctor。

〃I'm sorry to disturb you;〃 he said dryly; 〃but it's about time you
or somebody else put in an appearance at that cabin。  Luckily for
HER; she's one woman in a thousand; has had her wits about her
better than some folks I know; and has left me little to do but
make her comfortable。  But she's gone through too much;fought her
little fight too gallantly;is altogether too much of a trump to
be played off upon now。  So rise up out of that; young man; pick up
your scattered faculties; and fetch a womansome sensible creature
of her own sexto look after her; for; without wishing to be
personal; I'm dd if I trust her to the likes of you。〃

There was no mistaking Dr。 Duchesne' s voice and manner; and Rand
was affected by it; as most people were throughout the valley of
the Stanislaus。  But he turned upon him his frank and boyish face;
and said simply; 〃But I don't know any woman; or where to get one。〃

The doctor looked at him again。  〃Well; I'll find you some one;〃 he
said; softening。

〃Thank you!〃 said Rand。

The doctor was disappearing。  With an effort Rand recalled him。
〃One moment; doctor。〃  He hesitated; and his cheeks were glowing。
〃You'll please say nothing about this down there〃he pointed to
the valley〃for a time。  And you'll say to the woman you send〃

Dr。 Duchesne; whose resolute lips were 
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