The Gold of Chickaree Part 18
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'Opportunity is only the sand-paper,' said Hazel in her quick way.
'Of no earthly use without a match.'
Rollo's eye danced; nevertheless he answered as demurely as possible?'What do you consider a match?'
'Hidden fire. The complement of the opportunity,?waiting for it,?ready for it. I suppose I meant that?' she said, retreating into herself again.
'I suppose you did,' said Rollo smiling, 'for it is a sharp truth. But Hazel, there is also hidden fire in the good news we carry; and if we cannot make it catch, perhaps G.o.d will. Suppose you have nothing to give but the naked truth in your naked hand?won't you take it to the people whose lives it may light up for ever?'
She did not answer him, thinking of the time?not now long past?when her own life had been like midnight. Hazel pushed away her plate, and folding her hands in her lap, sat looking down at them, or at her ring, or possibly seeing neither.
'Olaf,' said Gyda suddenly coming back from the outer door to which she had been summoned, 'somebody is a wanting you down yonder. There's always somebody wanting him now, my lady.'
'Who is it, this time?'
'Hans Heinrich?he has got hurt in some o' the wheels and things.'
'He is not one of my hands.'
'He is not; but he wants you, my lad, for all that. He's hurt bad; and there's no one to tell 'em what to do; and Lina Heinrich, she sends word to you to come for Christ's sake.'
Dane hesitated but a moment and turned to Wych Hazel.
'Can you wait for me?'
'O yes,?I wish I could help.'
'You had better lie down and take a sleep. Look after her, Gyda.'
And he went off, losing no time.
Gyda had been clearing her table, and as soon as everything was in order she took a chair and sat down opposite Wych Hazel.
'What do they want him for so often, Mrs. Boerresen?'
'Help, my lady. O there's sore need of it, certainly. But these are not his own people; nevertheless there is no help but his for them.'
Hazel mused over the words, her own eyes going off to the fire now. She understood it all well enough,?felt from the depths of her heart what delight it would be to help him, ever so little. And what could he think of her, that she was not more ready? Ah, if he only knew all the history of this year! all the questions and sorrows and perplexities she had been through!?And it was just what she could not tell him, and just what he could never guess. So she gazed at the twinkling fire, shewing brighter and brighter as the afternoon began to die away; until at last, with her head somehow nestled against shawl and cus.h.i.+ons in the extemporised easy chair, one sort of weariness claiming the right of way, Wych Hazel went fast asleep; and Gyda might study the fair young face at her leisure. Gyda's own face looked happy the while; and noiselessly she made up the fire, and softly her old lips whispered prayers oftentimes as she moved hither and thither.
The afternoon was waning, though evening had not yet set in, when the door opened gently and Primrose Maryland appeared.
Gyda's finger at her lips stayed all but softly uttered words, till Primrose came up to the fire and looked at the sleeper in the cus.h.i.+oned chair.
Prim looked, and looked away. Her movement first was to go to the table and take off her bonnet and lay down her shawl and right herself a little. Yet Prim was nothing of a coquette, not the least in the world, and never thought about her dress but to have it respectable. Neither did she think about it now; for there was no gla.s.s in the room, and the movement with which she pushed the hair further back from her brow a.s.suredly had no origin in regard to appearances. However she came back after that and looked at Hazel more steadily, and then sat down by Mrs. Boerresen to talk in a soft undertone which could disturb n.o.body. The two girls had scarcely seen each other since the fall before, except in the most casual manner at church or in some chance meeting. Hazel had had good reasons for keeping herself out of the way, and when they met had wrapped herself in a triple veil of defences; so that it was rather a revelation to see her as she looked now. A tired child asleep, instead of the energetic lady of Chickaree. Her three days'
slumber had but partially done their work, and Hazel slept on now in the profoundest way; her face and hands in rather noticeable acceptance of the gray shawl, considering whose it was. Prim looked, and looked, from time to time in the intervals of talking, until the talking seemed to die away; and she sat drawn back into herself. The light was failing now. Gyda mended her fire again, and the heavy iron tongs slipped from her hands and fell with a harsh clang upon the hearth. Wych Hazel awoke.
The greeting then was very affectionate.
'Wherever in the world did you come from?' said Hazel. 'Does it take two people to keep watch of me?'
'I came here to be out of the way,' said Prim. 'Dane wanted Arthur, or at least the hurt man wanted him. What in the world are _you_ here for, Hazel?'
'O I have been inspecting the mills,' said Hazel with a laugh; 'and of course after such profound work I was tired. But I did not mean to go to sleep. Has everybody else gone home??it is dinner time this minute.'
'n.o.body has gone home,' said Primrose; 'and they cannot help about it's being dinner time, you know. Were you ever here before??in this house, I mean.'
'Yes?O,' said Hazel with sudden recollection, 'has it taken all this time to attend to that man?'
'Arthur is there.'
'Is he??that is good. But all this time!'?with a s.h.i.+ver. 'I do not see how I could sleep!'?She stood looking grave, as if rather disappointed in herself.
'Yes,' Primrose went on, ?'Arthur and I were driving through the Hollow, just to see the things; and Dane laid hold of Arthur and sent me up here. He didn't tell me I should find you.' Primrose paused, as her eye fell on Hazel's cus.h.i.+oned and draperied chair.
'You have changed your mind about Dane, haven't you Hazel?' she asked abruptly. Hazel faced round upon her in undoubted surprise.
'Changed my mind!' she repeated, flus.h.i.+ng all up,?'what was my mind?'
'You remember?last year.'
'What about last year?'
'Why you remember, Hazel. You did not like him at all, and used to get out of all patience with him.'
'Of course I did. There is no particular call to get out of patience just now. And even I generally wait for a reason.'
'Have you made up your mind you will never get out of patience again?' Prim asked, with a keen look to the answer.
'No.'
Prim's eye fell on the cus.h.i.+ons and the gray shawl again.
'You aren't going to vex him, Hazel, are you?'
'Why Prim!'?Hazel took hold of her shoulder and gave her a gentle shake, though with a queer mixture of softness and sharpness,?'do I look like the good little girl in storybooks, that you put me through such a catechism?'
'No; but I find you up here,'?and again Prim's eye went to the gray shawl and came back to her friend's face.
'I am not specially responsible for that. The thing just now is how to get away. Mr. Falkirk will be out of his wits.'
Prim was uncertain and dissatisfied, and sat back. A moment after came the steps of the two gentlemen at the door. As they entered, Dane with a smile and a gesture of salutation, went through the room to speak to Gyda in some of her offices. Dr. Maryland remained.
'Shall we go home now, Arthur?' said Prim, rising, when he had exchanged greetings with Miss Kennedy. Hazel was a little shy of him; somehow she half fancied that his quick eye had read her secret.
'Not possible, my dear. Rollo and I must be here all night, on duty.
And it is quite too dark for you to go alone.'
'That poor man?' said Primrose.?'Does he want you _still?_ you and Dane?'
'No, it's not that. But some of that poor man's fellow-workmen have set their hearts, it is said, upon making a bonfire in one of Dane's mills,?to stop his making some people more comfortable than others, I suppose; and the bonfire may need care.'
'A bonfire!' said Prim. 'I should think Duke would put a stop to that.'
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