Part 9 (1/2)
”Not only to-day, but always, papa--always,” answered the girl, with emotion.
”Roland is very dull this morning,” said the Major, explaining the situation. ”He has lost three games, and is going to lose a fourth.”
CHAPTER VI.
Far Edgerley was deprived of its rector. Mr. Owen had gone to the coast to attend the Diocesan Convention. But as he had started more than a week before the time of its opening, and had remained a week after its sessions were ended, Mrs. General Hibbard was of the opinion that he was attending to other things as well. She had, indeed, heard a rumor before he came that there was _some one_ (some one in whom he felt an interest) elsewhere. Now it is well known that there is nothing more depressing for a parish than a rector with an interest, large or small, ”elsewhere.” St. John in the Wilderness was therefore much relieved when its rector returned, with no signs of having left any portion of himself or his interest behind him. And Mrs. General Hibbard lost ground.
Mr. Owen had started eastward on the day after his interview with the two ladies of Carroll Farms; he had started westward on the day after the arrival of a letter from his junior warden. This letter, written in a clear, old-fas.h.i.+oned hand, decorated with much underscoring, was a mixture of the formal phraseology of the warden's youth and that too-modern lightness which he had learned in his later years, and of which Miss Honoria so justly disapproved. He was supposed to be writing about church business. Having finished that (in six lines), he added an epitome of the news of the whole village, from the slippers which Miss Sophy Greer, at the north end of Edgerley Street, was working for him (the rector)--ecclesiastical borders, with the motto ”Vestigia nulla retrorsum”--down to the last new duck in the duck-pond at Chapultepec, the south end of it. Among the items was this: ”That amusing fellow Dupont is, I am sorry to say, ill, and I suspect seriously. It is a return of the fever he had in New York, I am told. He is at the Cove, and the Walleys are taking care of him. It has leaked out” (”leaked out”--oh, poor Miss Honoria!) ”that he has no money, not even enough to pay for his medicines--those musicians are always an improvident lot, you know. But our lovely Madam Carroll, ministering angel that she is, pitying lady of the manor, has supplied everything that has been necessary. I have just heard, as I write these lines, that the poor fellow is no better.”
The rector, upon his return, busied himself in attending to the many duties which had acc.u.mulated during his absence. He did not go to the Farms immediately; but as he was making no calls for the present--owing to the acc.u.mulation--the omission was not noticed. The musician was very ill, and every one was sorry. His poverty was now generally known; but Madam Carroll was doing all that was needful, and the poor wanderer lacked nothing. That was what they called him now--the ”poor wanderer;”
it was a delicate way of phrasing the fact that he was without means.
Far Edgerley people were as far as possible from being mercenary; they had no intention of turning their backs upon Dupont because he was poor.
They were poor themselves, and, besides, that had never been the Southern way. They would gladly have helped him now, had there been opportunity, and they looked forward to helping him as far as they were able so soon as he should have recovered his health. But at present Madam Carroll was doing the whole, and the whole was only--could be only--a doctor and medicines.
In all this there was nothing of Sara; that secret, the rector perceived, had been carefully kept. There was nothing, too, of the recent evil story concerning the musician, which he had related to Madam Carroll. But he had been aware that if he himself should be silent, it was probable that nothing of it would reach Far Edgerley, at least for some time. For the mission station was remote, and the mountain people were very proud in their way, proud and reticent. They had, too, an opinion of Far Edgerley which was not unlike the opinion Far Edgerley had of the lower town. Pride in these mountains seemed a matter of alt.i.tudes. Owen knew that he was glad that these two hidden things had remained undiscovered; that, at least, was clear in the conflicting feelings that haunted his troubled heart.
He had returned on Monday evening; the week pa.s.sed and Sunday dawned without his having seen any of the Carrolls. They came to church as usual; that is, the Major came, with his wife and little Scar; Miss Carroll was absent. After service the Major waited. The Major always waited. He waited to speak to his rector; it was a little attention he always paid. Owen knew that he was waiting, knew that he was standing there at the head of the aisle in his military att.i.tude, with his prayer-book under his arm; yet, although he knew it, it was some minutes before he came forth. When at length he did appear, the Major advanced, shook hands with him, and asked how he was. The rector replied that he was quite well.
”Mr. Owen is probably the better for his journey,” said Madam Carroll, joining her husband in the open s.p.a.ce at the foot of the chancel steps, where the two men were standing. ”A journey is always so pleasant, and especially a journey to the coast.”
”Ah, yes,” said the Major; ”your journey. I hope you enjoyed it?”
”The coast is considered so beneficial,” continued Madam Carroll. ”For my own part, however, I prefer our mountain air; it seems to me more bracing. And the Major thinks so too.”
”Certainly,” said the Major; ”I have often made the observation.” He said a few words more, shook hands with the rector a second time, bowed, and then offered his arm to his wife. She took it, with a farewell smile to the rector, and they went down the aisle together through the empty church towards the open door. And Owen, who had been looking forward with eagerness, yet at the same time with dread, to his first meeting with Miss Carroll or her mother, found himself almost able to smile over the contrast between his own inward trouble and pain and the smiling self-possession of the little lady of the Farms. There rose before him her strange manner during the beginning of that last morning interview in her drawing-room; and then her frightened face turned towards her daughter; and then her effort to excuse to him that daughter's avowal.
But in thinking of all this, he soon lost himself in thoughts of the daughter alone. This was not a new experience; he forced his mind to turn from the haunting subject, in active preparations for the duties of the afternoon.
In the meantime the Major and his wife had reached the porch. Scar was waiting for them outside, sitting on a little tombstone in the suns.h.i.+ne, and a number of Far Edgerley people were standing about the gate. The Major bowed to these with much courtesy, and Madam Carroll with much grace; they entered their carriage, Inches folded up the steps, climbed to his perch, the mules started, and ”the equipage” rolled away.
They reached home; but, in getting out, the bearing of the Major was not quite so military as it had been at the church door. Inches came to his a.s.sistance, and he took his wife's arm, and kept it until he was in his own easy-chair again in the library. There he sat all the afternoon. His wife--for she did not leave him--read aloud to Scar, and heard him recite his little Sunday lessons. Then she took him on her lap and told him Bible stories, speaking in a low tone, as the Major was now asleep.
They were close beside him, mother and little son. The child's face was a curious mixture of her delicate rose-tinted prettiness and the bold outlines of his father.
The sun, which had been journeying down the western sky, now touched the top of Lonely Mountain, and immediately all its side was robed in purple velvet, and its long summit tipped with gold. Still farther sank the monarch; and now he was out of sight. Then rose such a splendor of color in the west that it flooded even this quiet room across the valley, turning the old paper on the walls into cloth of gold, and Scar's flaxen hair into a little halo. The Major was now awake; he moved his easy-chair to the open window in order to see the sunset. Scar got another chair, climbed up, and sat down beside him. ”I think, papa,” he said, after some moments of silence, during which he had meditatively watched the glow--”I think it very probable that the little children who have to die young live over in that particular part of heaven. For those beautiful colors would amuse them, you know; and they must be very lonely up in the sky, without their fathers and mothers.”
”Fathers and mothers die too, sometimes, my boy,” answered the Major, his eyes turning misty. He took Scar's little hand, and held it in his own.
His wife came up behind him and laid her hand on his shoulder. The old Major looked up at her as she stood by his chair, with a great trust and affection in his dim glance. For of late the Major had been growing older rapidly; his eyes were losing their clearness of vision; there were now many sounds he could not hear. But he always heard every intonation of her voice; always saw the hue of her dress, and any little change in its arrangement. Where she was concerned, his dulled senses were young again.
”My sister Sara is coming,” announced Scar. ”I can see her. I can see the top of her bonnet above the hedge, because she is so tall.” And soon the girl's figure appeared in sight. She opened the gate, and came up the path towards the front door. Scar leaned forward and waved his hand.
She returned his greeting, looking at the group of three in the window--father, mother, and child.
The Major could not see his daughter, but he turned his face in the direction of the path and gave a little bow and smile. ”She has been gone a long time,” he said to his wife; ”almost all day.”
His wife did not reply; she had left the room. She met Sara in the hall.
”I have come back for you, mamma,” whispered the girl. ”I think the time has come.”
”I will go immediately,” said Madam Carroll, walking quickly towards the stairs. Then she stopped. ”But how can I? You would have to go with me.