Part 2 (2/2)
”Oh, sir!--it has been so long since words of sympathy and real kindness were spoken to me, that now they unnerve me. I am strong against calumny and injustice,--but kindness breaks me down. I thank you in my baby's name, but we cannot take your money. Ministers are never oppressed with riches, and baby and I can live without charity.
But since you are so good, I should like to say something in strict confidence to you. I am suspicious now of everybody, but it seems to me I might surely trust you. I do not yet see my way clearly, and if anything should happen to me the child would be thrown helpless upon the world. You have neither wife nor children, and if the time ever comes when I shall be obliged to leave my little girl for any long period, may I send her here for safety, until I can claim her? She shall cost you nothing but care and watchfulness. I could work so much better, if my mind were only easy about her; if I knew she was safely housed in this sanctuary of peace.”
Ah! how irresistible was the pathetic pleading of the tearful eyes; but Mr. Hargrove did not immediately respond to the appeal.
”I understand your silence--you think me presumptuous in my request, and I daresay I am, but----”
”No, madam, not at all presumptuous. I hesitate habitually before a.s.suming grave responsibility, and I only regret that I did not hesitate longer--four years ago. A man's first instincts of propriety, of right and wrong, should never be smothered by persuasion, nor wrestled down and overcome by subtle and selfish reasoning. I blame myself for much that has occurred, and I am willing to do all that I can toward repairing my error. If your child should ever really need a guardian, bring or send her to me, and I will s.h.i.+eld her to the full extent of my ability.” Ere he was aware of her intention, she caught his hand, and as she carried it to her lips he felt her tears falling fast.
”G.o.d bless you for your goodness! I have one thing more to ask; promise me that you will divulge to no one what I have told you. Let it rest between G.o.d and you and me.”
”I promise.”
”In the great city where I labour I bear an a.s.sumed name, and none must know, at least for the present, whom I am. Realizing fully the unscrupulous character of the men with whom I have to deal, my only hope of redress is in preserving the secret for some years, and not even my baby can know her real parentage until I see fit to tell her.
You will not betray me, even to my child?”
”You may trust me.”
”Thank you, more than mere words could ever express.”
”May G.o.d help you, Mrs. Laurance, to walk circ.u.mspectly--to lead a blameless life.”
He took his hat from the stand in the hall, and silently they walked down to the parsonage gate. The driver dismounted and opened the carriage door, but the draped figure lingered, with her hand upon the latch.
”If I should die before we meet again, you will not allow them to trample upon my child?”
”I will do my duty faithfully.”
”Remember that none must know I am Minnie Laurance until I give you permission; for snares have been set all along my path, and calumny is ambushed at every turn. Good-bye, sir. The G.o.d of orphans will one day requite you.”
The light from the carriage lamp shone down on her as she turned toward it, and in subsequent years the pastor was haunted by the marvellous beauty of the spirituelle features, the mournful splendour of the large misty eyes, and the golden glint of the rippling hair that had fallen low upon her temples.
”If it were not so late, I would accompany you to the railway station. You will have a lonely ride. Good-bye, Mrs. Laurance.”
”Lonely, sir? Aye--lonely for ever.”
She laughed bitterly, and entered the carriage.
”Laughed, and the echoes huddling in affright, Like Odin's hounds fled baying down the night.”
CHAPTER II.
With the night pa.s.sed the storm which had rendered it so gloomy, and the fair cold day shone upon a world shrouded in icy cerements; a hushed, windless world, as full of glittering rime-runes as the frozen fields of Jotunheim. Each tree and shrub seemed a springing fountain, suddenly crystallized in mid-air, and not all the mediaeval marvels of Murano equalled the fairy fragile tracery of fine spun, gla.s.sy web, and film, and fringe that stretched along fences, hung from eaves, and belaced the ivy leaves that lay helpless on the walls. A blanched waning moon, a mere silver crescent, s.h.i.+vered upon the edge of the western horizon, fleeing before the scarlet and orange lances that already bristled along the eastern sky-line, the advance guard of the conqueror, who would ere many moments smite all that weird icy realm with consuming flames. The very air seemed frozen, and refused to vibrate in trills and roulades through the throaty organs of matutinal birds, that hopped and blinked, plumed their diamonded b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and scattered brilliants enough to set a tiara; and profound silence brooded over the scene, until rudely broken by a cry of dismay which rang out startlingly from the parsonage. The alarm might very readily have been ascribed to diligent Hannah, who, contemptuous of barometric or thermal vicissitudes, invariably adhered to the aphorism of Solomon, and, arising ”while it is yet night, looketh well to the ways of her household.”
With a broom in one hand, and feather dusting-brush in the other, she ran down the front steps, her white cap strings flying like distress signals,--bent down to the ground as a blood-hound might in scenting a trail,--then dashed back into the quiet old house, and uttered a wolfish cry:
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