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    Chapter XXXVIII

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    The Bend in the road

    Marilla went to town the next day and returned in the
    evening. Anne had gone over to Orchard Slope with Diana
    and came back to find Marilla in the kitchen, sitting
    by the table with her head leaning on her hand. Something
    in her dejected attitude struck a chill to Anne's heart.
    She had never seen Marilla sit limply inert like that.

    "Are you very tired, Marilla?"

    "Yes--no--I don't know," said Marilla wearily, looking
    up. "I suppose I am tired but I haven't thought about it.
    It's not that."

    "Did you see the oculist? What did he say?" asked Anne

    "Yes, I saw him. He examined my eyes. He says that if
    I give up all reading and sewing entirely and any kind of
    work that strains the eyes, and if I'm careful not to cry,
    and if I wear the glasses he's given me he thinks my eyes
    may not get any worse and my headaches will be cured. But
    if I don't he says I'll certainly be stone-blind in six
    months. Blind! Anne, just think of it!"

    For a minute Anne, after her first quick exclamation of
    dismay, was silent. It seemed to her that she could NOT
    speak. Then she said bravely, but with a catch in her voice:

    "Marilla, DON'T think of it. You know he has given you hope.
    If you are careful you won't lose your sight altogether;
    and if his glasses cure your headaches it will be a great thing."

    "I don't call it much hope," said Marilla bitterly. "What
    am I to live for if I can't read or sew or do anything like
    that? I might as well be blind--or dead. And as for crying,
    I can't help that when I get lonesome. But there, it's no
    good talking about it. If you'll get me a cup of tea I'll be
    thankful. I'm about done out. Don't say anything about this
    to any one for a spell yet, anyway. I can't bear that folks
    should come here to question and sympathize and talk about it."

    When Marilla had eaten her lunch Anne persuaded her to go
    to bed. Then Anne went herself to the east gable and sat
    down by her window in the darkness alone with her tears
    and her heaviness of heart. How sadly things had changed
    since she had sat there the night after coming home! Then
    she had been full of hope and joy and the future had looked
    rosy with promise. Anne felt as if she had lived years
    since then, but before she went to bed there was a smile on
    her lips and peace in her heart. She had looked her duty
    courageously in the face and found it a friend--as duty ever
    is when we meet it frankly.

    One afternoon a few days later Marilla came slowly in
    from the front yard where she had been talking to a caller--
    a man whom Anne knew by sight as Sadler from Carmody.
    Anne wondered what he could have been saying to bring that
    look to Marilla's face.

    "What did Mr. Sadler want, Marilla?"

    Marilla sat down by the window and looked at Anne.
    There were tears in her eyes in defiance of the oculist's
    prohibition and her voice broke as she said:

    "He heard that I was going to sell Green Gables and
    he wants to buy it."

    "Buy it! Buy Green Gables?" Anne wondered if she had heard aright.
    "Oh, Marilla, you don't mean to sell Green Gables!"

    "Anne, I don't know what else is to be done. I've thought
    it all over. If my eyes were strong I could stay here
    and make out to look after things and manage, with a good
    hired man. But as it is I can't. I may lose my sight
    altogether; and anyway I'll not be fit to run things.
    Oh, I never thought I'd live to see the day when I'd have
    to sell my home. But things would only go behind worse and
    worse all the time, till nobody would want to buy it.
    Every cent of our money went in that bank; and there's
    some notes Matthew gave last fall to pay. Mrs. Lynde
    advises me to sell the farm and board somewhere--with
    her I suppose. It won't bring much--it's small and the
    buildings are old. But it'll be enough for me to live on
    I reckon. I'm thankful you're provided for with that
    scholarship, Anne. I'm sorry you won't have a home to
    come to in your vacations, that's all, but I suppose you'll
    manage somehow."

    Marilla broke down and wept bitterly.

    "You mustn't sell Green Gables," said Anne resolutely.

    "Oh, Anne, I wish I didn't have to. But you can see for yourself.
    I can't stay here alone. I'd go crazy with trouble and loneliness.
    And my sight would go--I know it would."

    "You won't have to stay here alone, Marilla. I'll be with you.
    I'm not going to Redmond."

    "Not going to Redmond!" Marilla lifted her worn face
    from her hands and looked at Anne. "Why, what do you mean?"

    "Just what I say. I'm not going to take the scholarship.
    I decided so the night after you came home from town. You
    surely don't think I could leave you alone in your trouble,
    Marilla, after all you've done for me. I've been thinking
    and planning. Let me tell you my plans. Mr. Barry wants
    to rent the farm for next year. So you won't have any
    bother over that. And I'm going to teach. I've applied
    for the school here--but I don't expect to get it for I
    understand the trustees have promised it to Gilbert Blythe.
    But I can have the Carmody school--Mr. Blair told me so last
    night at the store. Of course that won't be quite as nice
    or convenient as if I had the Avonlea school. But I can board
    home and drive myself over to Carmody and back, in the
    warm weather at least. And even in winter I can come home
    Fridays. We'll keep a horse for that. Oh, I have it all
    planned out, Marilla. And I'll read to you and keep you
    cheered up. You sha'n't be dull or lonesome. And we'll be
    real cozy and happy here together, you and I."

    Marilla had listened like a woman in a dream.

    "Oh, Anne, I could get on real well if you were here, I know.
    But I can't let you sacrifice yourself so for me. It would be terrible."

    "Nonsense!" Anne laughed merrily. "There is no sacrifice.
    Nothing could be worse than giving up Green Gables--nothing
    could hurt me more. We must keep the dear old place.
    My mind is quite made up, Marilla. I'm NOT going
    to Redmond; and I AM going to stay here and teach.
    Don't you worry about me a bit."

    "But your ambitions--and--"

    "I'm just as ambitious as ever. Only, I've changed the
    object of my ambitions. I'm going to be a good teacher--
    and I'm going to save your eyesight. Besides, I mean to study
    at home here and take a little college course all by myself.
    Oh, I've dozens of plans, Marilla. I've been thinking them
    out for a week. I shall give life here my best, and I believe
    it will give its best to me in return. When I left Queen's
    my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road.
    I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there
    is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend,
    but I'm going to believe that the best does. It has a
    fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla. I wonder how
    the road beyond it goes--what there is of green glory and soft,
    checkered light and shadows--what new landscapes--what new
    beauties--what curves and hills and valleys further on."

    "I don't feel as if I ought to let you give it up," said Marilla,
    referring to the scholarship.

    "But you can't prevent me. I'm sixteen and a half, 'obstinate
    as a mule,' as Mrs. Lynde once told me," laughed Anne.
    "Oh, Marilla, don't you go pitying me. I don't like
    to be pitied, and there is no need for it. I'm heart glad
    over the very thought of staying at dear Green Gables.
    Nobody could love it as you and I do--so we must keep it."

    "You blessed girl!" said Marilla, yielding. "I feel as if
    you'd given me new life. I guess I ought to stick out and
    make you go to college--but I know I can't, so I ain't
    going to try. I'll make it up to you though, Anne."

    When it became noised abroad in Avonlea that Anne
    Shirley had given up the idea of going to college and
    intended to stay home and teach there was a good deal of
    discussion over it. Most of the good folks, not knowing
    about Marilla's eyes, thought she was foolish. Mrs. Allan
    did not. She told Anne so in approving words that brought
    tears of pleasure to the girl's eyes. Neither did good
    Mrs. Lynde. She came up one evening and found Anne and Marilla
    sitting at the front door in the warm, scented summer dusk.
    They liked to sit there when the twilight came down and the
    white moths flew about in the garden and the odor of mint
    filled the dewy air.

    Mrs. Rachel deposited her substantial person upon the
    stone bench by the door, behind which grew a row of tall
    pink and yellow hollyhocks, with a long breath of mingled
    weariness and relief.

    "I declare I'm getting glad to sit down. I've been on my feet
    all day, and two hundred pounds is a good bit for two feet to
    carry round. It's a great blessing not to be fat, Marilla.
    I hope you appreciate it. Well, Anne, I hear you've given up
    your notion of going to college. I was real glad to hear it.
    You've got as much education now as a woman can be comfortable
    with. I don't believe in girls going to college with the men and
    cramming their heads full of Latin and Greek and all that nonsense."

    "But I'm going to study Latin and Greek just the same,
    Mrs. Lynde," said Anne laughing. "I'm going to take my
    Arts course right here at Green Gables, and study everything
    that I would at college."

    Mrs. Lynde lifted her hands in holy horror.

    "Anne Shirley, you'll kill yourself."

    "Not a bit of it. I shall thrive on it. Oh, I'm not going
    to overdo things. As 'Josiah Allen's wife,' says, I shall
    be 'mejum'. But I'll have lots of spare time in the long
    winter evenings, and I've no vocation for fancy work.
    I'm going to teach over at Carmody, you know."

    "I don't know it. I guess you're going to teach right here
    in Avonlea. The trustees have decided to give you the school."

    "Mrs. Lynde!" cried Anne, springing to her feet in her surprise.
    "Why, I thought they had promised it to Gilbert Blythe!"

    "So they did. But as soon as Gilbert heard that you had
    applied for it he went to them--they had a business meeting
    at the school last night, you know--and told them that he
    withdrew his application, and suggested that they accept yours.
    He said he was going to teach at White Sands. Of course he
    knew how much you wanted to stay with Marilla, and I must say
    I think it was real kind and thoughtful in him, that's what.
    Real self-sacrificing, too, for he'll have his board to pay
    at White Sands, and everybody knows he's got to earn his own
    way through college. So the trustees decided to take you.
    I was tickled to death when Thomas came home and told me."

    "I don't feel that I ought to take it," murmured Anne.
    "I mean--I don't think I ought to let Gilbert make such
    a sacrifice for--for me."

    "I guess you can't prevent him now. He's signed papers with
    the White Sands trustees. So it wouldn't do him any good now
    if you were to refuse. Of course you'll take the school.
    You'll get along all right, now that there are no Pyes going.
    Josie was the last of them, and a good thing she was, that's what.
    There's been some Pye or other going to Avonlea school for the
    last twenty years, and I guess their mission in life was to
    keep school teachers reminded that earth isn't their home.
    Bless my heart! What does all that winking and blinking
    at the Barry gable mean?"

    "Diana is signaling for me to go over," laughed Anne.
    "You know we keep up the old custom. Excuse me while I
    run over and see what she wants."

    Anne ran down the clover slope like a deer, and disappeared
    in the firry shadows of the Haunted Wood. Mrs. Lynde looked
    after her indulgently.

    "There's a good deal of the child about her yet in some ways."

    "There's a good deal more of the woman about her in others,"
    retorted Marilla, with a momentary return of her old crispness.

    But crispness was no longer Marilla's distinguishing
    characteristic. As Mrs. Lynde told her Thomas that night.

    "Marilla Cuthbert has got MELLOW. That's what."

    Anne went to the little Avonlea graveyard the next
    evening to put fresh flowers on Matthew's grave and water
    the Scotch rosebush. She lingered there until dusk, liking
    the peace and calm of the little place, with its poplars
    whose rustle was like low, friendly speech, and its
    whispering grasses growing at will among the graves.
    When she finally left it and walked down the long hill that
    sloped to the Lake of Shining Waters it was past sunset and
    all Avonlea lay before her in a dreamlike afterlight--
    "a haunt of ancient peace." There was a freshness in the air
    as of a wind that had blown over honey-sweet fields of clover.
    Home lights twinkled out here and there among the homestead
    trees. Beyond lay the sea, misty and purple, with its
    haunting, unceasing murmur. The west was a glory of soft
    mingled hues, and the pond reflected them all in still
    softer shadings. The beauty of it all thrilled Anne's heart,
    and she gratefully opened the gates of her soul to it.

    "Dear old world," she murmured, "you are very lovely,
    and I am glad to be alive in you."

    Halfway down the hill a tall lad came whistling out of a
    gate before the Blythe homestead. It was Gilbert, and the
    whistle died on his lips as he recognized Anne. He lifted
    his cap courteously, but he would have passed on in
    silence, if Anne had not stopped and held out her hand.

    "Gilbert," she said, with scarlet cheeks, "I want to
    thank you for giving up the school for me. It was very
    good of you--and I want you to know that I appreciate it."

    Gilbert took the offered hand eagerly.

    "It wasn't particularly good of me at all, Anne. I was
    pleased to be able to do you some small service. Are we
    going to be friends after this? Have you really forgiven
    me my old fault?"

    Anne laughed and tried unsuccessfully to withdraw her hand.

    "I forgave you that day by the pond landing, although
    I didn't know it. What a stubborn little goose I was.
    I've been--I may as well make a complete confession--I've
    been sorry ever since."

    "We are going to be the best of friends," said Gilbert,
    jubilantly. "We were born to be good friends, Anne.
    You've thwarted destiny enough. I know we can help each
    other in many ways. You are going to keep up your studies,
    aren't you? So am I. Come, I'm going to walk home with you."

    Marilla looked curiously at Anne when the latter entered
    the kitchen.

    "Who was that came up the lane with you, Anne?"

    "Gilbert Blythe," answered Anne, vexed to find herself
    blushing. "I met him on Barry's hill."

    "I didn't think you and Gilbert Blythe were such good
    friends that you'd stand for half an hour at the gate
    talking to him," said Marilla with a dry smile.

    "We haven't been--we've been good enemies. But we
    have decided that it will be much more sensible to be
    good friends in the future. Were we really there half an
    hour? It seemed just a few minutes. But, you see, we have
    five years' lost conversations to catch up with, Marilla."

    Anne sat long at her window that night companioned by
    a glad content. The wind purred softly in the cherry
    boughs, and the mint breaths came up to her. The stars
    twinkled over the pointed firs in the hollow and Diana's
    light gleamed through the old gap.

    Anne's horizons had closed in since the night she had
    sat there after coming home from Queen's; but if the path
    set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers
    of quiet happiness would bloom along it. The joy of
    sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship
    were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright
    of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always
    the bend in the road!

    "'God's in his heaven, all's right with the world,'"
    whispered Anne softly.


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