And so it ended in caresses and love-laughter.
But she had made one point, and she could not expect to make more than one at a time.
She felt a woman’s pride in that she had made him stop smoking.
Another time she would persuade him to take a position, for had he not said he would do anything she asked?
She left his side to explore the room, examining the clothes-lines of notes overhead, learning the mystery of the tackle used for suspending his wheel under the ceiling, and being saddened by the heap of manuscripts under the table which represented to her just so much wasted time. The oil-stove won her admiration, but on investigating the food shelves she found them empty.
"Why, you haven’t anything to eat, you poor dear," she said with tender compassion. "You must be starving."
"I store my food in Maria’s safe and in her pantry," he lied. "It keeps better there.
No danger of my starving.
Look at that."
She had come back to his side, and she saw him double his arm at the elbow, the biceps crawling under his shirt-sleeve and swelling into a knot of muscle, heavy and hard.
The sight repelled her.
Sentimentally, she disliked it.
But her pulse, her blood, every fibre of her, loved it and yearned for it, and, in the old, inexplicable way, she leaned toward him, not away from him.
And in the moment that followed, when he crushed her in his arms, the brain of her, concerned with the superficial aspects of life, was in revolt; while the heart of her, the woman of her, concerned with life itself, exulted triumphantly.
It was in moments like this that she felt to the uttermost the greatness of her love for Martin, for it was almost a swoon of delight to her to feel his strong arms about her, holding her tightly, hurting her with the grip of their fervor.
At such moments she found justification for her treason to her standards, for her violation of her own high ideals, and, most of all, for her tacit disobedience to her mother and father.
They did not want her to marry this man.
It shocked them that she should love him.
It shocked her, too, sometimes, when she was apart from him, a cool and reasoning creature.
With him, she loved him-in truth, at times a vexed and worried love; but love it was, a love that was stronger than she.
"This La Grippe is nothing," he was saying. "It hurts a bit, and gives one a nasty headache, but it doesn’t compare with break-bone fever."
"Have you had that, too?" she queried absently, intent on the heaven-sent justification she was finding in his arms.
And so, with absent queries, she led him on, till suddenly his words startled her.
He had had the fever in a secret colony of thirty lepers on one of the Hawaiian Islands.
"But why did you go there?" she demanded.
Such royal carelessness of body seemed criminal.
"Because I didn’t know," he answered. "I never dreamed of lepers.
When I deserted the schooner and landed on the beach, I headed inland for some place of hiding.
For three days I lived off guavas, ohia –apples, and bananas, all of which grew wild in the jungle.
On the fourth day I found the trail-a mere foot-trail.
It led inland, and it led up.
It was the way I wanted to go, and it showed signs of recent travel.
At one place it ran along the crest of a ridge that was no more than a knife-edge.
The trail wasn’t three feet wide on the crest, and on either side the ridge fell away in precipices hundreds of feet deep.
One man, with plenty of ammunition, could have held it against a hundred thousand.
"It was the only way in to the hiding-place.
Three hours after I found the trail I was there, in a little mountain valley, a pocket in the midst of lava peaks.
The whole place was terraced for taro-patches, fruit trees grew there, and there were eight or ten grass huts.
But as soon as I saw the inhabitants I knew what I’d struck.
One sight of them was enough."
"What did you do?" Ruth demanded breathlessly, listening, like any Desdemona, appalled and fascinated.
"Nothing for me to do.
Their leader was a kind old fellow, pretty far gone, but he ruled like a king.
He had discovered the little valley and founded the settlement-all of which was against the law.
But he had guns, plenty of ammunition, and those Kanakas, trained to the shooting of wild cattle and wild pig, were dead shots.
No, there wasn’t any running away for Martin Eden.
He stayed-for three months."
"But how did you escape?"
"I’d have been there yet, if it hadn’t been for a girl there, a half-Chinese, quarter-white, and quarter-Hawaiian.
She was a beauty, poor thing, and well educated.