The Firing Line by Robert W. Chambers

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And as he still retained her slim white hand in both of his:

"What do you think of my new pony?" she asked, forcing a smile. "He's
teaching me the real game.... I left the others when Gray came up; Cuyp,
Phil Gatewood, and some other men are practising. You'll play to-morrow,
won't you? It's such a splendid game." She was talking at random, now,
as though the sound of her own voice were sustaining her with its
nervous informality; and she chattered on in feverish animation,
bridging every threatened silence with gay inconsequences.

"You play polo, of course? Tell me you do."

"You know perfectly well I don't--"

"But you'll try if I ask you?"

He still held her hand imprisoned--that fragrant, listless little hand,
so lifeless, nerveless, unresponsive--as though it were no longer a part
of her and she had forgotten it.

"I'll do anything you wish," he said slowly.

"Then _don't_ eat any of these mulberries until you are acclimated. I'm
sorry; they are so delicious. But I won't eat any more, either."

"Nonsense," he said, bending down a heavily laden bough for her. "Eat!
daughter of Eve! This fruit is highly recommended."

"Oh, Garry! I'm not such a pig as that!... Well, then; if you make me do
it--"

She lifted her face among the tender leaves, detached a luscious berry
with her lips, absorbed it reflectively, and shook her head with
decision.

The shadow of constraint was fast slipping from them both.

"You know you enjoy it," he insisted, laughing naturally.

"No, I don't enjoy it at all," she retorted indignantly. "I'll not taste
another until you are ready to do your part.... I've forgotten, Garry;
did the serpent eat the fruit he recommended?"

"He was too wise, not being acclimated in Eden."

She turned in her saddle, laughing, and sat looking down at him--then,
more gravely, at her ungloved hand which he still retained in both of
his.

Silence fell, and found them ready for it.

For a long while they said nothing; she slipped one leg over the pommel
and sat sideways, elbow on knee, chin propped in her gloved hand. At
times her eyes wandered over the sunny clearing, but always reverted to
him where he stood leaning against her stirrup and looking up at her as
though he never could look enough.

The faint, fresh perfume of China-berry was in the air, delicately
persistent amid the heavy odours from tufts of orange flowers clinging
to worn-out trees of the abandoned grove.

"Your own fragrance," he said.

She looked down at him, dreamily. He bent and touched with his face the
hand he held imprisoned.

"There was once," he said, "among the immortals a maid, Calypso.... Do
you remember?"

"Yes," she said slowly. "I have not forgotten my only title to
immortality."

Their gaze met; then he stepped closer.

She raised both arms, crossing them to cover her eyes; his arms circled
her, lifted her from the saddle, holding her a moment above the earth,
free, glorious, superb in her vivid beauty; then he swung her to the
ground, holding her embraced; and as she abandoned to him, one by one,
her hands and mouth and throat, her gaze never left him--clear,
unfaltering eyes of a child innocent enough to look on passion
unafraid--fearless, confident eyes, wondering, worshipping in unison
with the deepening adoration in his.

"I love you so," she said, "I love you so for making me what I am. I can
be all that you could wish for if you only say it--"

She smiled, unconvinced at his tender protest, wise, sweet eyes on his.

"What a boy you are, sometimes!--as though I did not know myself! Dear,
it is for you to say what I shall be. I am capable of being what you
think I am. Don't you know it, Garry? It is only--"

[Illustration: "And locked in his embrace, she lifted her lips to his."]

She felt a cool, thin pressure on her finger, and glanced down at the
ring sparkling white fire. She lifted her hand, doubling it; looked at
the gem for a moment, laid it against her mouth. Then, with dimmed eyes:

"Your love, your name, your ring for this nameless girl? And I--what can
I give for a bridal gift?"

"What sweet nonsense--"

"What can I give, Garry? Don't laugh--"

"Calypso, dear--"

"Yes--Calypso's offer!--immortal love--endless, deathless. It is all I
have to give you, Garry.... Will you take it?... Take it, then."

And, locked in his embrace, she lifted her lips to his.

THE END

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