The City of Fire Part 39
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"He just ran up that there ladder when it was shaking like a leaf, an' the wall beginning to buckle under it, an' he picked you up. Fer a minute there the flames kinda blew back, and we seen ya both, and then the roof caved, an' you all went down. But when we gotcha out he was layin' right atop of ya, 'ith his arms spread out, trying t'cover ya! Gee, it was _great!_ Everybody was just as still, like he was preachin'!"
After a long time Mark said:
"Billy, did you ever hear the words, 'Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friend?'"
"Yep," said Billy, "That's in the Bible I think, if 'taint in Shakespeare. Miss Lynn said it over last Sunday. She says a lot of things from Shakespeare sometimes, and I kinda get'em mixed."
But Mark did not talk any more that day. He had a great deal to think about.
But so did Billy, for looking out the window in the direction of the parsonage he had sighted the big Shafton car stopping before the door that morning. "Aw Gee!" he said. "That sissy-guy again? Now, how'm I gonta get rid of him this time? Gee! Just when Mark's gettin' well too!
If life ain't just _one thing after another!"_
x.x.x
It was a bright frosty morning in the edge of winter when at last they let Mark go to see the minister, and Billy took care that no hint of the Shafton car should reach his knowledge. Slowly, gravely he escorted Mark down the street and up the parsonage steps.
The minister was lying on a couch in the living room and there was a low chair drawn up near by with a book open at the place, and a bit of fluffy sewing on the low table beside it. Mark looked hungrily about for the owner of the gold thimble, but there was no sign of either Mrs.
Severn or Marilyn about.
There was a bandage over the minister's eyes. They hadn't told Mark about that yet.
The minister held out a groping hand with his old sweet smile and hearty welcoming voice:
"Well, son, you've come at last! Beat me to it, didn't you? I'm glad.
That was fair. Young blood you know."
Mark knelt down by the couch with his old friend's hand held fast: Billy had faded into the landscape out on the front steps somewhere, and was even now settling down for an extended wait. If this interview went well he might hope to get a little rest and catch up on sports sometime soon.
It all depended on this.
Mark put up his other hand and touched the bandage:
"Father!" he said, "Father!" and broke down "Father, I have sinned--" he said brokenly.
The minister's arm went lovingly up across the young man's shoulders:
"Son, have you told your heavenly Father that?" he asked gently.
"I've tried," said Mark, "I'm not sure that He heard."
"Oh, He _heard_," said the minister with a ring of joy in his voice, "While you were a great way off He came to meet you, son."
"You don't know yet," said Mark lifting a white sad face--
"If you've told Him I'll trust you son. It's up to you whether you tell me or not."
"It is your right to know, sir. I want you to know. I cannot rest again until you do."
"Then tell." The minister's hand folded down tenderly over the boy's, and so kneeling beside the couch Mark told his story:
"I must begin by telling you that I have always loved Marilyn."
"I know," said the minister, with a pressure on the hand he covered.
"One day I heard someone telling Mrs. Severn that I was not good enough for her."
"I know," said the minister again.
"You know?" said Mark in surprise.
"Yes, go on."
"I went away and thought it over. I felt as if I would die. I was mad and hurt clear through, but after I thought it over I saw that all she had said was true. I wasn't good enough. There was a great deal of pride mixed with it all of course, I've seen that since, but I wasn't good enough. n.o.body was. Lynn is,--_wonderful--!_ But I was just a common, insignificant n.o.body, not fit to be her mate. I knew it! I could see just how things were going too. I saw you didn't realize it, you nor Mrs. Severn. I knew Marilyn cared, but I thought she didn't realize it either, and I saw it was up to me. If she wasn't to have to suffer by being parted from me when she grew older, I must teach her not to care before she knew she cared. For days I turned it over in my mind. Many nights I lay awake all night or walked out on the hills, thres.h.i.+ng it all over again. And I saw another thing. I saw that if it was so hard for me then when I was not much more than a kid it would be harder for her if I let her grow up caring, and then we had to be parted, so I decided to make the break. The day I made the decision I went off in the hills and stayed all day thinking it out. And then I looked up in the sky and told G.o.d I was done with Him. I had prayed and prayed that He would make a way out of this trouble for me, and He hadn't done anything about it, and I felt that He was against me too. So when I had done that I felt utterly reckless. I didn't care what happened to me, and I decided to go to the bad as fast as I could. I felt it would be the best way too to make Marilyn get over being fond of me. So I went down to Monopoly that night and looked up a fellow that had been coaching the teams for a while and was put out by the a.s.sociation because he was rotten. He had always made a fuss over me, wanted to make a big player out of me, and I knew he would be glad to see me.
"He was. He took me out to supper that night and gave me liquor to drink. You know I had never touched a drop. Never had intended to as long as I lived. But when he offered it to me I took it down as if I had been used to it. I didn't care. I wanted to do all the wrong I could.
"I drank again and again, and I must have got pretty drunk. I remember the crowd laughed at me a great deal. And they brought some girls around. It makes me sick to think of it now. We went to a place and danced. I didn't know how, but I danced anyway. And there was more drinking. I don't remember things very distinctly. I did whatever the coach said, and he had been going a pretty good pace himself.--That night--!" His voice choked with shame and it seemed as though he could not go on--but the minister's clasp was steady and the boy gathered courage and went on--"That night--we--went--to a house of shame--!"
He dropped his head and groaned. The minister did not attempt to break the pause that followed. He knew the struggle that was going on in the bitterness of the young man's soul. He maintained that steady hand clasp:
"In the morning--when I came to myself--" he went on "I knew what I had done. I had cut myself off forever from all that made life worth while.
I would never be worthy again to even speak to you all whom I loved so much. I would never be able to look myself in the face again even. I was ashamed. I had given up G.o.d and love, and everything worth while.
"That was when I went away to New York. Mother tried to stop me, but I would go. I tried when I got to New York to plunge into a wild life, but it didn't attract me. I had to force myself. Besides, I had resolved that whatever came, wherever I went I would not drink and I would _keep clean_. I thought that by so doing I might in time at least win back my self respect. Later I conceived the idea of trying to save others from a life of shame. I did succeed in helping some to better ways I think, both men and girls. But I only won a worse reputation at home for it, and I'm not sure I did much good. I only know I walked in h.e.l.l from morning to night, and in time I came to dwell among lost souls. It seemed the only place that I belonged.
"You remember when you read us Dante 'Thou who through the City of Fire alive art pa.s.sing'? You used to preach in church about beginning the eternal life now, and making a little heaven below, I'm sure that is as true of h.e.l.l. I began my eternal life five years ago, but it was in h.e.l.l, and I shall go on living in that fire of torture forever, apart from all I love. I tried to get out by doing good to others, but it was of no avail. I thought never to tell you this, but something made me, after you--you gave your life for me--!"
"And had you forgotten," said the minister tenderly, "That the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin? And that he said, 'Come now and let us reason together, Though your sins be as scarlet they shall be as white as snow?'"
"I gave up all right to that when I gave up G.o.d on the mountain."
"But G.o.d did not give up you," said the minister. "Do you think a true father would cast out a child because it got angry and shook its fist in his face? You will find Him again when you search for Him with all your heart. You have told Him you were sorry, and He has promised to forgive.
You can't save yourself, but He can save you. Now, son, go and tell Marilyn everything."
"Do you mean it,--_Father?"_
"I mean it--_Son_. The doctor is coming by and by to take off these bandages, and I want the first thing that my eyes rest upon after my dear wife's face, to be the faces of you two. My beloved children."
Sabbath Valley lay tucked warm and white beneath a blanket of snow.
All the week it had been coming down, down, in great white flakes of especially sorted sizes, filling the air mightily with winter clean and deep. Here in the fastnesses of the hills it seemed that the treasure troves of the sky had been opened to make all beautiful and quiet while winter pa.s.sed that way. Lone Valley was almost obliterated, pierced with sharp pine trees in bunches here and there, like a flock of pins in a pincus.h.i.+on, and the hills rose gently on either side like a vast amphitheatre done in white and peopled thick with trees in heavy white furs.
The Highway was almost impa.s.sable for a day or two, but the state snow plow pa.s.sed over as soon as the snow stopped falling, and left a white pavement with white walls either side. The tunnel through the mountains was only a black dot in the vast whiteness, and Pleasant View Station wore a heavy cap of snow dripping down in lavish fringes edged with icicles. The agent's little shanty up the mountain was buried out of sight behind a snow drift and had to be dug out from the back, and no Lake Train ran any more. The express was five hours late. Stark Mountain loomed white against the sky. And over in Sabbath Valley the night it stopped snowing all the villagers were out shovelling their walks and calling glad nothings back and forth as they flung the white star dust from their shovels, and little children came out with rubber boots and warm leggings and wallowed in the beauty. The milkman got out an old sleigh and strung a line of bells around his horse. The boys and girls hurried up the mountain to their slide with home made sleds and laughing voices, and the moon came up looking sweetly from a sudden clearing sky.
Over in the church the windows shone with light, and the bells were ringing out the old sweet songs the villagers loved. Marilyn was at the organ and Mark by her side. In the body of the church willing hands were working, setting up the tall hemlocks that Tom and Jim had brought in from the mountain, till the little church was fragrant and literally lined with lacey beauty, reminding one of ancient wors.h.i.+p in the woods.
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