Part 37 (1/2)
The first attempt was a failure, but at the second the little woman succeeded, and Bill was drawn from his uncomfortable position looking decidedly the worse for wear.
”Can you stand up?” Aunt Nancy asked solicitously as she brushed the dirt from Bill's hands, and little Louis patted his cheek to show he wished to take some part in the rescue, even though it only was to display sympathy.
”I'll try,” Master Dean said meekly, and, with the aid of Aunt Nancy and Jack, the sorrowful looking bully arose to his feet.
It was positive the bones of his legs were not broken, for he stood erect without difficulty, and, this having been ascertained, Aunt Nancy proceeded to make a careful examination of his arms and chest.
”I do not believe you are seriously injured, William,” she said with a sigh of relief. ”There can be no doubt but that you will be very lame for a few days; you must bear with it, and thank your Father it is no worse.”
”My father didn't have anything to do with it. He'd given me Jesse if he knowed I was here cuttin' down the tree.”
”I mean your Father in heaven, William, who watches over even the sparrow's fall.”
Bill looked rather shamefaced at having made such a mistake, and said as he turned half away from his rescuers,--
”I told Hunchie I wouldn't bother him any more if he'd help me out, an'
I'm goin' to stick to my promise.”
”It would have been much better if you had arrived at that conclusion before you were in need of a.s.sistance,” Aunt Nancy replied gravely. ”One should do right because it is his duty, and not as a reward to others.”
”What's the matter now?” Bill asked in surprise. ”Do you want me to keep on roughin' it into him?”
”Certainly not, and I am glad you made the promise. What I meant was that it would have been better had you done so because you wished to.”
”But I didn't till now.”
”We won't speak of it further now. Go home and ask your mother to rub the bruises with liniment. When you feel inclined I would like to have you come to see Jack and me.”
”I ain't goin' 'round to be preached at,” Bill replied in his old defiant tone. ”There was enough of that at camp meetin' to last a feller a month.”
”I did not see you at the services.”
”Once I had to go when mother caught me jest as the bell was ringin', an' its the last time I'll get in the same box.”
Aunt Nancy shook her head sadly.
She was discouraged, but not so much as to give up the struggle, for it was her intention to renew it again at a more ”convenient season.”
”We had best go back, Jack dear, and William will come to-morrow to tell us how he feels.
”I ain't so sure 'bout that, if you're goin' to stuff a feller with a lot of sabbath-school talk,” Bill said sulkily, as he picked up the axe and started across the fields without further thanks to his kind friends.
”He doesn't seem like a very good boy at heart,” Aunt Nancy said sadly, as she raised Louis in her arms; ”but we must not judge by outward appearances. I almost feel condemned for saying anything when my own sin has not been atoned for. My mind would be much easier if I had seen Mr. Pratt at the meeting.”
”It won't take long to fix that,” Jack replied, noting with sorrow the look of pain which had come over the little woman's face. ”It will do jest as well if I go there an' tell him what you wanted to say.”
”But then you would be where they could easily carry you to the poor farm.”
”Well, s'posen they did, what would that 'mount to side of makin' you feel good? Besides, don't you believe Mr. Souders could make them let me out?”