She knew that Peter would never love her as well as James, but this could not be helped. Her vision in the garden consoled her, for she could no longer doubt that she was doing right in going to Peter, that her destiny was with him. She knew the road well, she knew all the fields, every house and every gap in the walls. Sign after sign went by; at last they were within sight of the station. The signal was still up, and the train had not gone yet; at the end of the platform she saw James and Peter. She let Pat Phelan drive the cart round; she could get to them quicker by running down the steps and crossing the line. The signal went down. "Peter," she said, "we shall have time to talk presently. I want to speak to James now." And they walked up to the platform, leaving Peter to talk to his father. "Paddy Maguire is outside," Pat said; "I asked him to stand at the mare's head." "James," said Catherine, "it is very sad you are going away. We may never see you again, and there is no time to talk, and I've much to say to you." "I am going away, Catherine, but maybe I will be coming back some day. I was going to say maybe you would be coming over after me; but the land is good land, and you'll be able to make a living out of it." And then they spoke of Peter. James said he was too great a scholar for a farmer, and it was a pity he could not find out what he was fit for-for surely he was fit for something great after all. And Catherine said:- "I shall be able to make something out of Peter." His emotion almost overcame him, and Catherine looked aside so that she should not see his tears. "This is no time for talking of Peter," she said. "You are going away, James, but you will come back. You will find another woman better than I am in America, James. I don't know what to say to you. The train will be here in a minute. I am distracted. But one day you will be coming back, and we shall be very proud of you when you come back. I shall rebuild the house, and we shall be all happy then. Oh! here's the train. Good-bye; you have been very good to me. Oh, James! shall I ever see you again?" Then the crowd swept them along, and James had to take his father's hand and his brother's hand. There were a great many people in the station-hundreds were going away in the same ship that James was going in. The train was followed by wailing relatives. They ran alongside of the train, waving their hands until they could no longer keep up with the train. James waved a red handkerchief until the train was out of sight. It disappeared in a cutting, and a moment after Catherine and Peter remembered they were standing side by side. They were going to be married in a few days! They started a little, hearing a step beside them. It was old Phelan. “I think,” he said, "it is time to be getting home." |