"I now understand what you meant, Jasper, by speaking without a tongue and hearing without an ear," he said when close enough to the tree to be heard."Yes, I un-derstand it now, I do; and a very pleasant sort of discourse it is, when one can hold it with Mabel Dunham.Ah's me!
I told the Sergeant I wasn't fit for her; that I was too old, too ignorant, and too wild like; but he _would_ have it otherwise."Jasper and Mabel sat, resembling Milton's picture of our first parents, when the consciousness of sin first laid its leaden weight on their souls.Neither spoke, neither even moved; though both at that moment fancied they could part with their new-found happiness in order to re-store their friend to his peace of mind.Jasper was pale as death, but, in Mabel, maiden modesty had caused the blood to mantle on her cheeks, until their bloom was heightened to a richness that was scarcely equalled in her hours of light-hearted buoyancy and joy.As the feeling which, in her sex, always accompanies the security of love returned, threw its softness and tenderness over her coun-tenance, she was singularly beautiful.Pathfinder gazed at her with an intentness he did not endeavor to conceal, and then he fairly laughed in his own way, and with a sort of wild exultation, as men that are untutored are wont to express their delight.This momentary indulgence, how-ever, was expiated by the pang which followed the sudden consciousness that this glorious young creature was lost to him for ever.It required a full minute for this simple-minded being to recover from the shock of this conviction;and then he recovered his dignity of manner, speaking with gravity, almost with solemnity.
"I have always known, Mabel Dunham, that men have their gifts," said he; "but I'd forgotten that it did not belong to mine to please the young, the beautiful, and l'arned.I hope the mistake has been no very heavy sin;and if it was, I've been heavily punished for it, I have.
Nay, Mabel, I know what you'd say, but it's unnecessary;I _feel_ it all, and that is as good as if I _heard_ it all.I've had a bitter hour, Mabel.I've had a very bitter hour, lad.""Hour!" echoed Mabel, as the other first used the word; the tell-tale blood, which had begun to ebb towards her heart, rushing again tumultuously to her very tem-ples; "surely not an hour, Pathfinder?"
"Hour!" exclaimed Jasper at the same instant; "no, no, my worthy friend, it is not ten minutes since you left us!""Well, it may be so; though to me it has seemed to be day.I begin to think, however, that the happy count time by minutes, and the miserable count it by months.
But we will talk no more of this; it is all over now, and many words about it will make you no happier, while they will only tell me what I've lost; and quite likely how much I desarved to lose her.No, no, Mabel, 'tis useless to in-terrupt me; I admit it all, and your gainsaying it, though it be so well meant, cannot change my mind.Well, Jas-per, she is yours; and, though it's hard to think it, I do believe you'll make her happier than I could, for your gifts are better suited to do so, though I would have strived hard to do as much, if I know myself, I would.I ought to have known better than to believe the Sergeant; and Iought to have put faith in what Mabel told me at the head of the lake, for reason and judgment might have shown me its truth; but it is so pleasant to think what we wish, and mankind so easily over-persuade us, when we over-per-suade ourselves.But what's the use in talking of it, as Isaid afore? It's true, Mabel seemed to be consenting, though it all came from a wish to please her father, and from being skeary about the savages -- ""Pathfinder!"
