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Lenore trembled at this admission. She appeared to be close upon further discovery. "Harry, how wildly you talk!" she exclaimed. "I hardly know you. You frighten me with your mysterious talk.... Have a a little consideration for me." Nash strode back to lean into the car. Behind his huge goggles his eyes gleamed. His gloved hand closed hard on her arm. "It is sudden.
At the noon meal only her mother and the girls were present. Word had come that the I.W.W. men were being driven from "Many Waters." Mrs. Anderson worried, and Lenore's sisters for once were quiet. All afternoon the house was lifeless. No one came or left. Lenore listened to every little sound. It relieved her that Dorn had remained in his room.
As Anderson clambered into his seat once more he looked dark and grim. "Catch that car ahead," he tersely ordered Nash. Whereupon the driver began to go through his usual motions in starting. "Lenore, what do you make of this?" queried Anderson, turning to show her a small cake of some gray substance, soft and wet to the touch. "I don't know what it is," replied Lenore, wonderingly. "Do you?"
'It wouldn't, really, she added with a smile. Sanin made no reply, and reflected that considering the emptiness of his purse, he would have no choice about remaining in Frankfort till he got an answer from a friend in Berlin, to whom he proposed writing for money. 'Yes, do stay, urged Frau Lenore too. 'We will introduce you to Mr. Karl Klueber, who is engaged to Gemma.
But no matter how far away he ever got, he knew Lenore Anderson would be with him as she was there on that dim, lonely starlit country road. And in these long hours of his vigil Kurt Dorn divined a relation between his love for Lenore Anderson and a terrible need that had grown upon him. A need of his heart and his soul!
Herr Klueber thanked him, and lifting his coat-tails, sat down on a chair; but he perched there so lightly and with such a transitory air that no one could fail to realise, 'this man is sitting down from politeness, and will fly up again in an instant. And he did in fact fly up again quickly, and advancing with two discreet little dance-steps, he announced that to his regret he was unable to stay any longer, as he had to hasten to his shop business before everything! but as the next day was Sunday, he had, with the consent of Frau Lenore and Fraeulein Gemma, arranged a holiday excursion to Soden, to which he had the honour of inviting the foreign gentleman, and he cherished the hope that he would not refuse to grace the party with his presence.
There's four of us cowpunchers with him all day, an' at night he's surrounded by guards. There ain't much chance of his gittin' hurt. So you needn't worry about thet." "Who are these men I heard passing? Where are they from?" "Farmers, ranchers, cowboys, from all over this side of the river." "There must have been a lot of them," said Lenore, curiously.
The swift steps, now heavy and uneven, passed out of the hall the door closed the motor-car creaked and rolled away the droning hum ceased. For a moment of despairing shock, before the storm broke, Lenore blindly wavered there, unable to move from the spot that had seen the beginning and the end of her brief hour of love. Then she summoned strength to drag herself to her room, to lock her door.
But a thought saved her from exerting it the thought that she could not make him less than other men and so she conquered. "Lenore, I want you to think always how you loved me," he said. "Loved you? Oh, my boy! It seems your lot has been hard. You've toiled you've lost all and now..." "Listen," he interrupted, and she had never heard his voice like that.
Strangely in forlorn silence passes before us, as we close his pages, that procession of "dead, cold Maids." Ligeia follows Ulalume; and Lenore follows Ligeia; and after them Eulalie and Annabel; and the moaning of the sea-tides that wash their feet is the moaning of eternity.
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