Part 7 (2/2)

There was a hedgehog in Anne's bowl of milk, Mrs. Woodford's poultry were cackling hysterically at an unfortunate kitten suspended from an apple tree and let down and drawn up among them. The three- legged stool of the old waiting-woman 'toppled down headlong' as though by the hands of Puck, and even on Anne's arms certain black and blue marks of nails were discovered, and when her mother examined her on them she only cried and begged not to be made to answer.

And while Dr. Woodford was dozing in his chair as usual after the noonday dinner Mrs. Woodford actually detected a hook suspended from a horsehair descending in the direction of his big horn spectacles, and quietly moving across to frustrate the attempt, she unearthed Peregrine on a chair angling from behind the window curtain.

She did not speak, but fixed her calm eyes on him with a look of sad, grave disappointment as she wound up the line. In a few seconds the boy had thrown himself at her feet, rolling as if in pain, and sobbing out, ”'Tis all of no use! Let me alone.”

Nevertheless he obeyed the hus.h.i.+ng gesture of her hand, and held his breath, as she led him out to the garden-seat, where they had spent so many happy quiet hours. Then he flung himself down and repeated his exclamation, half piteous, half defiant. ”Leave me alone!

Leave me alone! It has me! It is all of no use.”

”What has you, my poor child?”

”The evil spirit. You will have it that I'm not one of--one of them--so it must be as my father says, that I am possessed--the evil spirit. I was at peace with you--so happy--happier than ever I was before--and now--those boys. It has me again--I could not help it-- I've even hurt her--Mistress Anne. Let me alone--send me home--to be scorned, and shunned, and brow-beaten--and as bad as ever--then at least she will be safe from me.”

All this came out between sobs such that Mrs. Woodford could not attempt to speak, but she kept her hand on him, and at last she said, when he could hear her: ”Every one of us has to fight with an evil spirit, and when we are not on our guard he is but too apt to take advantage of us.”

The boy rather sullenly repeated that it was of no use to fight against his.

”Indeed! Nay. Were you ever so much grieved before at having let him have the mastery?”

”No--but no one ever was good to me before.”

”Yes; all about you lived under a cruel error, and you helped them in it. But if you had not a better nature in you, my poor child, you would not be happy here and thankful for what we can do for you.”

”I was like some one else here,” said Peregrine, picking a daisy to pieces, ”but they stirred it all up. And at home I shall be just the same as ever I was.”

She longed to tell him that there was hope of a change in his life, but she durst not till it was more certain, so she said--

”There was One who came to conquer the evil spirit and the evil nature, and to give each one of us the power to get the victory.

The harder the victory, the more glorious!” and her eyes sparkled at the thought.

He caught a moment's glow, then fell back. ”For those that are chosen,” he said.

”You are chosen--you were chosen by your baptism. You have the stirrings of good within you. You can win and beat back the evil side of you in Christ's strength, if you will ask for it, and go on in His might.”

The boy groaned. Mrs. Woodford knew that the great point with him would be to teach him to hope and to pray, but the very name of prayer had been rendered so distasteful to him that she scarce durst press the subject by name, and her heart sank at the thought of sending him home again, but she was glad to be interrupted, and said no more.

At night, however, she heard sounds of moaning and stifled babbling that reminded her of his times of delirium, and going into his room she found him tossing and groaning so that it was manifestly a kindness to wake him; but her gentle touch occasioned a scream of terror, and he started aside with open gla.s.sy eyes, crying, ”Oh take me not!”

”My dear boy! It is I. Perry, do you not know me?”

”Oh, madam!” in infinite relief, ”it is you. I thought--I thought I was in elfland and that they were paying me for the t.i.the to h.e.l.l;”

and he still shuddered all over.

”No elf--no elf, dear boy; a christened boy--G.o.d's child, and under His care;” and she began the 121st Psalm.

”Oh, but I am not under His shadow! The Evil One has had me again!

He will have me. Aren't those his claws? He will have me!”

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