Part 8 (1/2)
”There! That is the _third_ time I have called that girl this morning!
She can lie in bed now until she gets tired of it! It is so provoking!
And after telling her last night that I should want her early. I am out of all patience!”
Willie could not suppress a smile as this volley of indignation greeted him upon entering the breakfast room on the morning following the scenes related in our last chapter, although his heart was sad, but he made no reply and f.a.n.n.y continued: ”I _had_ made up my mind to let her stay a while longer; perhaps through the winter, for after all it is hard to be sent out into the world to earn one's own living! Besides, _she_ would never get along! No one would have patience with her, for work she will not! And how can a poor girl get her living if she will not work? But it is all up now! I can't and won't support her for nothing!” f.a.n.n.y's rapid step and the brisk rattling of the breakfast dishes kept up all the time an active accompaniment to her words as she continued talking while preparing their early morning meal.
Willie listened to it all as he sat by the window and looked out upon the dewy gra.s.s and took in the soft beauties of the variegated landscape that lay stretched out before him, over which the first rays of the summer sun came gently stealing, driving back the dark shadows into the thick woodland upon the hillside. He then opened the window. There was music in the maple trees near where the robins had built their nests--there was fragrance in the cool fresh breeze that came and fanned his troubled brow. Just outside the yard the hay-makers stood with laughter and jest while they whetted their glittering scythes preparatory to their daily labor, while all the time their brown faces wore the pleasant smile of health and contentment. Poor Willie! He could only sit and look at them and pray for patience and resignation.
A remark from f.a.n.n.y recalled him, and he replied: ”I would go and call her but it would be useless for she is not here!”
”Not here? What do you mean? Has she gone?”
”Yes, she has gone, and it is my opinion Sister that you will miss her nearly if not quite as much as _I_.”
”Gone! The heartless creature! This is all the thanks one ever gets for taking care of a good-for-nothing n.o.body for years! It is pretty pay now to clear out just as she _might_ have been of some use, and without a word too!”
”You must have forgotten all you have been saying to her ever since we received the sad news of Father's death,” replied Willie with some bitterness. ”Still you are mistaken; she did not leave without a word.
She has told me several times that she was going, although I could not believe it, and when I came out of my room I found this letter under my door. You can read it if you wish when you have time.”
Without a word she took it from his hand and read as follows: ”I cannot _say_ good-bye Willie, and so as soon as the gray dawn creeps over the mountain top I shall steal from this house and go--G.o.d only knows where!
I came here eight years ago a little strange child, leaving the first real friend in all my life far behind on the road to grieve at my absence, and now I _go_ leaving only you my brother to be sad because I am not here. _You_ will miss me; and when I think how lonely you will be without your 'little Phebe' to talk to I shall shed many tears. O, Willie! It is dreadful to leave the only one who loves us to go off alone, but I shall find friends, I know I shall! Do not be unhappy. Tell f.a.n.n.y sometime, if she _ever_ inquires as to my welfare, that I should have been happier to-night if she had loved me, or at least had exercised more patience with my many faults. I know I have tried her.
Somehow I am not like the other girls about here; they are satisfied, but _I_--yes, Willie, I want to fly--go up among the clouds or down among the pearls--I don't know which, but some spirit goads me on--G.o.d only knows where. I am looking out to-night upon the world where I am going for my new life with more fear and trembling than when in a little open boat I drifted away over a stormy ocean all alone. But it is better so. A hundred times I have s.h.i.+vered and shrunk before the storm of f.a.n.n.y's indignation, and as I remember it, a peace steals over me even now with the great unknown future before me. I did desire to do all she asked of me, but I could not and so I must go! Perhaps she may yet think kindly of me, who knows? I am strong to-night dear Willie, notwithstanding this paper has so many tear-stains upon it! How a few days have changed me--no longer a child but a woman going forth, as Crazy Dimis commanded me, 'to make my fate, make omens.' So good-bye; remember what I told you you of Mrs. Ernest. PHEBE.”
It was finished and f.a.n.n.y handed it back to her brother without speaking. O how long that day seemed! The sun came out hot and sultry, drinking up the dew from the gra.s.s and withering the soft petals of the flowers; the locust sang his monotonous song in the shade and the mowers went busily on with their work, and the hours crept slowly by. f.a.n.n.y was unusually silent; her busy hands seemed never to tire, but her face all day wore a weary, anxious look such as betokened thought.
It was late in the afternoon, just before the time for milking, that she came and seated herself on the lounge by her brother. Perhaps the memory of that mother who once sat there on just such a bright summer evening four years before came back to her, for it was then when she told Phebe never to leave her poor lame boy, always to love and comfort him. Who was to blame that the child was now an outcast, or that the poor motherless cripple sat there in that very spot lonely and sad? She did not speak for a moment as if ashamed of the womanly emotion that swelled her bosom. At last she said hurriedly: ”What did Phebe mean about Mrs.
Ernest?”
”She has told me that I could hear about her by going there occasionally.”
”Why did you not go to-day?”
”I thought I would wait until to-morrow, then perhaps I might hear more,” was the low reply. ”She can have no definite plans as yet, but I will go in the morning.”
”I will harness Rover any time for you,” continued f.a.n.n.y as she moved away to attend to her evening duties.
Willie dropped his head upon the pillow beside him and lay there motionless and still until the twilight shadows came creeping in at the window, covering him with a thick black pall. He could have wished that night that they might have buried him forever with their sombre folds, so harshly did life's greatest joys contrast with his overwhelming griefs!
Early the next morning Willie was on his way to the village drawn by the faithful Rover. It was a long time since he had been over that road alone, and at first he felt like shrinking from the task.
A carriage came and swept over the brow of the hill, drew nearer, then pa.s.sed him. A lady occupied the back seat alone. She was a stranger but their eyes met. Hers so full of tenderness and pity--his bright with apprehension and suspense. He was sure that a tear glistened in her blue eye, but when he turned to look again she was gone. The driver he knew.
The carriage belonged to the village hotel, and ”Frank” always drove that span of grays. Once more Willie turned to look, and as he did so saw that the lady had bent forward as if to speak to him. ”She knows how to sympathize with such as _I_,” he thought, ”for her expression was so kindly and gentle. Those eyes--they were so like my mother's. A deep, heavenly look as if wis.h.i.+ng for something she had not yet received, which found its way into hers before they closed forever!” and a tear dimmed his own vision for a moment only; then his thoughts returned to the beauties around him and to _her_ he was going perhaps to see again.
The roads were fine and Rover was in excellent spirits, so that in a short time the village church loomed up in sight. Close by it was the parsonage--beyond the long row of neatly-painted dwellings surrounded with bright green shrubbery and a pleasant lawn reaching to the road, finally the hotel with its balconies and lofty cupola, which overtopped the princ.i.p.al business portion of the una.s.suming little town. To the farther store on the main street Willie was to go on an errand for his sister, but first of all he would call at the parsonage. How his heart bounded with the prospect of coming joy, then sank again as the uncertainty rolled over him. Where was Phebe?
And where was Phebe? That morning, with her eyes full of tears she had stood in the little chamber where she had spent so many pleasant hours and dreamed so many pleasant dreams; the room she must now leave, with all of its hallowed a.s.sociations, its garnered memories, to prove the Father's unfailing promises of care and protection!