Secret Garden (version 2) — In The Garden, Part 2

And he went through the garden to the villa and ordered Pitcher to prepare for his return to England.

In a few days he was in Yorkshire again, and on his long railroad journey he found himself thinking of his boy as he had never thought in all the ten years past.

During those years he had only wished to forget him.

Now, though he did not intend to think about him, memories of him constantly drifted into his mind.

He remembered the black days when he had raved like a madman because the child was alive and the mother was dead.

He had refused to see it, and when he had gone to look at it at last it had been, such a weak wretched thing that everyone had been sure it would die in a few days.

But to the surprise of those who took care of it the days passed and it lived and then everyone believed it would be a deformed and crippled creature.

He had not meant to be a bad father, but he had not felt like a father at all.

He had supplied doctors and nurses and luxuries, but he had shrunk from the mere thought of the boy and had buried himself in his own misery.

The first time after a year’s absence he returned to Misselthwaite and the small miserable looking thing languidly and indifferently lifted to his face the great gray eyes with black lashes round them, so like and yet so horribly unlike the happy eyes he had adored, he could not bear the sight of them and turned away pale as death.

After that he scarcely ever saw him except when he was asleep, and all he knew of him was that he was a confirmed invalid, with a vicious, hysterical, half-insane temper.

He could only be kept from furies dangerous to himself by being given his own way in every detail.

All this was not an uplifting thing to recall, but as the train whirled him through mountain passes and golden plains the man who was “coming alive” began to think in a new way and he thought long and steadily and deeply.

“Perhaps I have been all wrong for ten years,” he said to himself.

“Ten years is a long time.

It may be too late to do anything—quite too late.

What have I been thinking of!

” Of course this was the wrong Magic—to begin by saying “too late.

” Even Colin could have told him that.

But he knew nothing of Magic—either black or white.

This he had yet to learn.

He wondered if Susan Sowerby had taken courage and written to him only because the motherly creature had realized that the boy was much worse—was fatally ill.

If he had not been under the spell of the curious calmness which had taken possession of him he would have been more wretched than ever.

But the calm had brought a sort of courage and hope with it.

Instead of giving way to thoughts of the worst he actually found he was trying to believe in better things.

“Could it be possible that she sees that I may be able to do him good and control him?

” he thought.

“I will go and see her on my way to Misselthwaite.

” But when on his way across the moor he stopped the carriage at the cottage, seven or eight children who were playing about gathered in a group and bobbing seven or eight friendly and polite curtsies told him that their mother had gone to the other side of the moor early in the morning to help a woman who had a new baby.

“Our Dickon,” they volunteered, was over at the Manor working in one of the gardens where he went several days each week.

Mr. Craven looked over the collection of sturdy little bodies and round red-cheeked faces, each one grinning in its own particular way, and he awoke to the fact that they were a healthy likable lot.

He smiled at their friendly grins and took a golden sovereign from his pocket and gave it to “our ’Lizabeth Ellen” who was the oldest.

“If you divide that into eight parts there will be half a crown for each of, you,” he said.

Then amid grins and chuckles and bobbing of curtsies he drove away, leaving ecstasy and nudging elbows and little jumps of joy behind.

The drive across the wonderfulness of the moor was a soothing thing.

Why did it seem to give him a sense of homecoming which he had been sure he could never feel again—that sense of the beauty of land and sky and purple bloom of distance and a warming of the heart at drawing, nearer to the great old house which had held those of his blood for six hundred years?

How he had driven away from it the last time, shuddering to think of its closed rooms and the boy lying in the four-posted bed with the brocaded hangings.

Was it possible that perhaps he might find him changed a little for the better and that he might overcome his shrinking from him?

How real that dream had been—how wonderful and clear the voice which called back to him, “In the garden—In the garden!

” “I will try to find the key,” he said.

“I will try to open the door.

I

must—though I don’t know why.

” When he arrived at the Manor the servants who received him with the usual ceremony noticed that he looked better and that he did not go to the remote rooms where he usually lived attended by Pitcher.

He went into the library and sent for Mrs. Medlock.

She came to him somewhat excited and curious and flustered.

“How is Master Colin, Medlock?

” he inquired.

“Well, sir,” Mrs. Medlock answered, “he’s—he’s different, in a manner of speaking.

” “Worse?

” he suggested.

Mrs. Medlock really was flushed.

“Well, you see, sir,” she tried to explain, “neither Dr. Craven, nor the nurse, nor me can exactly make him out.

” “Why is that?

” “To tell the truth, sir, Master Colin might be better and he might be changing for the worse.

His appetite, sir, is past understanding—and his ways—” “Has he become more—more peculiar?

” her master, asked, knitting his brows anxiously.

“That’s it, sir.

He’s growing very peculiar—when you compare him with what he used to be.

He used to eat nothing and then suddenly he began to eat something enormous—and then he stopped again all at once and the meals were sent back just as they used to be.

You never knew, sir, perhaps, that out of doors he never would let himself be taken.

The things we’ve gone through to get him to go out in his chair would leave a body trembling like a leaf.

He’d throw himself into such a state that Dr. Craven said he couldn’t be responsible for forcing him.

Well, sir, just without warning—not long after one of his worst tantrums he suddenly insisted on being taken out every day by Miss Mary and Susan Sowerby’s boy Dickon that could push his chair.

He took a fancy to both Miss Mary and Dickon, and Dickon brought his tame animals, and, if you’ll credit it, sir, out of doors he will stay from morning until night.

” “How does he look?

” was the next question.

“If he took his food natural, sir, you’d think he was putting on flesh—but we’re afraid it may be a sort of bloat.

He laughs sometimes in a queer way when he’s alone with Miss Mary.

He never used to laugh at all.

Dr. Craven is coming to see you at once, if you’ll allow him.

He never was as puzzled in his life.

” “Where is Master Colin now?

” Mr. Craven asked.

“In the garden, sir.

He’s always in the garden—though not a human creature is allowed to go near for fear they’ll look at him.

” Mr. Craven scarcely heard her last words.

“In the garden,” he said, and after he had sent Mrs. Medlock away he stood and repeated it again and again.

“In the garden!

” He had to make an effort to bring himself back to the place he was standing in and when he felt he was on earth again he turned and went out of the room.

He took his way, as Mary had done, through the door in the shrubbery and among the laurels and the fountain beds.

The fountain was playing now and was encircled by beds of brilliant autumn flowers.

He crossed the lawn and turned into the Long Walk by the ivied walls.

He did not walk quickly, but slowly, and his eyes were on the path.

He felt as if he were being drawn back to the place he had so long forsaken, and he did not know why.

As he drew near to it his step became still more slow.

He knew where the door was even though the ivy hung thick over it—but he did not know exactly where it lay—that buried key.

So he stopped and stood still, looking about him, and almost the moment after he had paused he started and listened—asking himself if he were walking in a dream.

The ivy hung thick over the door, the key was buried under the shrubs, no human being had passed that portal for ten lonely years—and yet inside the garden there were sounds.

They were the sounds of running scuffling feet seeming to chase round and round under the trees, they were strange sounds of lowered suppressed voices—exclamations and smothered joyous cries.

It seemed actually like the laughter of young things, the uncontrollable laughter of children who were trying not to be heard but who in a moment or so—as their excitement mounted—would burst forth.

What in heaven’s name was he dreaming of—what in heaven’s name did he hear?

Was he losing his reason and thinking he heard things which were not for human ears?

Was it that the far clear voice had meant?

And then the moment came, the uncontrollable moment when the sounds forgot to hush themselves.

The feet ran faster and faster—they were nearing the garden door—there was quick strong young breathing and a wild outbreak of laughing shouts which could not be contained—and the door in the wall was flung wide open, the sheet of ivy swinging back, and a boy burst through it at full speed and, without seeing the outsider, dashed almost into his arms.

Mr. Craven had extended them just in time to save him from falling as a result of his unseeing dash against him, and when he held him away to look at him in amazement at his being there he truly gasped for breath.

He was a tall boy and a handsome one.

He was glowing with life and his running had sent splendid color leaping to his face.

He threw the thick hair back from his forehead and lifted a pair of strange gray eyes—eyes full of boyish laughter and rimmed with black lashes like a fringe.

It was the eyes which made Mr. Craven gasp for breath.

“Who—What?

Who!

” he stammered.

This was not what Colin had expected—this was not what he had planned.

He had never thought of such a meeting.

And yet to come dashing out—winning a race—perhaps it was even better.

He drew himself up to his very tallest.

Mary, who had been running with him and had dashed through the door too, believed that he managed to make himself look taller than he had ever looked before—inches taller.

“Father,” he said, “I’m Colin.

You can’t believe it.

I scarcely can myself.

I’m Colin.

” Like Mrs. Medlock, he did not understand what his father meant when he said hurriedly: “In the garden!

In the garden!

” “Yes,” hurried on Colin.

“It was the garden that did it—and Mary and Dickon and the creatures—and the Magic.

No one knows.

We kept it to tell you when you came.

I’m well, I can beat Mary in a race.

I’m going to be an athlete.

” He said it all so like a healthy boy—his face flushed, his words tumbling over each other in his eagerness—that Mr. Craven’s soul shook with unbelieving joy.

Colin put out his hand and laid it on his father’s arm.

“Aren’t you glad, Father?

” he ended.

“Aren’t you glad?

I’m going to live forever and ever and ever!

” Mr. Craven put his hands on both the boy’s shoulders and held him still.

He knew he dared not even try to speak for a moment.

“Take me into the garden, my boy,” he said at last.

“And tell me all about it.

” And so they led him in.

The place was a wilderness of autumn gold and purple and violet blue and flaming scarlet and on every side were sheaves of late lilies standing together—lilies which were white or white and ruby.

He remembered well when the first of them had been planted that just at this season of the year their late glories should reveal themselves.

Late roses climbed and hung and clustered and the sunshine deepening the hue of the yellowing trees made one feel that one, stood in an embowered temple of gold.

The newcomer stood silent just as the children had done when they came into its grayness.

He looked round and round.

“I thought it would be dead,” he said.

“Mary thought so at first,” said Colin.

“But it came alive.

” Then they sat down under their tree—all but Colin, who wanted to stand while he told the story.

It was the strangest thing he had ever heard, Archibald Craven thought, as it was poured forth in headlong boy fashion.

Mystery and Magic and wild creatures, the weird midnight meeting—the coming of the spring—the passion of insulted pride which had dragged the young Rajah to his feet to defy old Ben Weatherstaff to his face.

The odd companionship, the play acting, the great secret so carefully kept.

The listener laughed until tears came into his eyes and sometimes tears came into his eyes when he was not laughing.

The Athlete, the Lecturer, the Scientific Discoverer was a laughable, lovable, healthy young human thing.

“Now,” he said at the end of the story, “it need not be a secret any more.

I dare say it will frighten them nearly into fits when they see me—but I am never going to get into the chair again.

I shall walk back with you, Father—to the house.

” Ben Weatherstaff’s duties rarely took him away from the gardens, but on this occasion he made an excuse to carry some vegetables to the kitchen and being invited into the servants’ hall by Mrs. Medlock to drink a glass of beer he was on the spot—as he had hoped to be—when the most dramatic event Misselthwaite Manor had seen during the present generation actually took place.

One of the windows looking upon the courtyard gave also a glimpse of the lawn.

Mrs. Medlock, knowing Ben had come from the gardens, hoped that he might have caught sight of his master and even by chance of his meeting with Master Colin.

“Did you see either of them, Weatherstaff?

” she asked.

Ben took his beer-mug from his mouth and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

“Aye, that I did,” he answered with a shrewdly significant air.

“Both of them?

” suggested Mrs. Medlock.

“Both of ’em,” returned Ben Weatherstaff.

“Thank ye kindly, ma’am, I could sup up another mug of it.

” “Together?

” said Mrs. Medlock, hastily overfilling his beer-mug in her excitement.

“Together, ma’am,” and Ben gulped down half of his new mug at one gulp.

“Where was Master Colin?

How did he look?

What did they say to each other?

” “I didna’ hear that,” said Ben, “along o’ only bein’ on th’ stepladder lookin over th’ wall.

But I’ll tell thee this.

There’s been things goin’ on outside as you house people knows nowt about.

An’ what tha’ll find out tha’ll find out soon.

” And it was not two minutes before he swallowed the last of his beer and waved his mug solemnly toward the window which took in through the shrubbery a piece of the lawn.

“Look there,” he said, “if tha’s curious.

Look what’s comin’ across th’ grass.

” When Mrs. Medlock looked she threw up her hands and gave a little shriek and every man and woman servant within hearing bolted across the servants’ hall and stood looking through the window with their eyes almost starting out of their heads.

Across the lawn came the Master of Misselthwaite and he looked as many of them had never seen him.

And by his side with his head up in the air and his eyes full of laughter walked as strongly and steadily as any boy in Yorkshire—Master Colin!

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