Still he must risk it. He had really suggested this sunset scene for
that purpose. The field was his own choosing. Only a coward could run
now.
He managed at last to get his lips to work.
"Since you came, Miss Sarah--I've been seeing life at a new angle--" he
paused awkwardly.
The red blood mounted to her cheeks.
"You have given me new eyes--"
[Illustration: "'You have given me new eyes'"]
She turned her head away. There was no mistaking the tremor of his
tones. She was too honest to simper and pretend. Her heart was pounding
so loudly she wondered if he could hear.
He fumbled nervously with his glove, glanced at her from the corner of
his eye, and his voice sank to a whisper:
"I--I love you, Sarah!"
She turned slowly and looked at him through dimmed eyes:
"And I love you--"
She paused, brushed a tear from her cheek, and with sweet reproach
quietly added:
"Why didn't you tell me sooner? We've lost so many beautiful days that
might have been perfect--"
He suddenly stooped and kissed her full lips.
"We'll not lose any more--"
"The world _is_ beautiful, isn't it, dear!" she said, nestling closer.
"Since I see with your eyes--yes. It was only a place to fight in,
before. Now it's a fairy world, and these wild flowers that cover the
plains only grow to make a carpet for the feet of the girl I love--"
"A fairy world--yes--" she whispered, "it's been just that to me since I
first sang the 'Fairy Bells' for you--"
"I'll never love another song as that," he said reverently.
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