Black Rock Part 20
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Slavin turned his eyes upon the motionless figure on the ground and then upon the priest. Father Goulet took one step towards him, and, stretching out his hand and pointing with his finger, said--
'Go!'
And Slavin slowly backed away and went into his house. It was an extraordinary scene, and it is often with me now: the dark figure on the ground, the slight erect form of the priest with outstretched arm and finger, and Slavin backing away, fear and fury struggling in his face.
It was a near thing for the doctor, however, and two minutes more of that grip would have done for him. As it was, we had the greatest difficulty in reviving him.
What the priest did with Slavin after getting him inside I know not; that has always been a mystery to me. But when we were pa.s.sing the saloon that night after taking Mrs. Mavor home, we saw a light and heard strange sounds within. Entering, we found another whisky raid in progress, Slavin himself being the raider. We stood some moments watching him knocking in the heads of casks and emptying bottles. I thought he had gone mad, and approached him cautiously.
'h.e.l.lo, Slavin!' I called out; 'what does this mean?'
He paused in his strange work, and I saw that his face, though resolute, was quiet enough.
'It means I'm done wid the business, I am,' he said, in a determined voice. 'I'll help no more to kill any man, or,' in a lower tone, 'any man's baby.' The priest's words had struck home.
'Thank G.o.d, Slavin!' said Craig, offering his hand; 'you are much too good a man for the business.'
'Good or bad, I'm done wid it,' he replied, going on with his work.
'You are throwing away good money, Slavin,' I said, as the head of a cask crashed in.
'It's meself that knows it, for the price of whisky has riz in town this week,' he answered, giving me a look out of the corner of his eye.
'Bedad! it was a rare clever job,' referring to our Black Rock Hotel affair.
'But won't you be sorry for this?' asked Craig.
'Beloike I will; an' that's why I'm doin' it before I'm sorry for it,'
he replied, with a delightful bull.
'Look here, Slavin,' said Craig earnestly; 'if I can be of use to you in any way, count on me.'
'It's good to me the both of yez have been, an' I'll not forget it to yez,' he replied, with like earnestness.
As we told Mrs. Mavor that night, for Craig thought it too good to keep, her eyes seemed to grow deeper and the light in them to glow more intense as she listened to Craig pouring out his tale. Then she gave him her hand and said--
'You have your man at last.'
'What man?'
'The man you have been waiting for.'
'Slavin!'
'Why not?'
'I never thought of it.'
'No more did he, nor any of us.' Then, after a pause, she added gently, 'He has been sent to us?'
'Do you know, I believe you are right,' Craig said slowly, and then added, 'But you always are.'
'I fear not,' she answered; but I thought she liked to hear his words.
The whole town was astounded next morning when Slavin went to work in the mines, and its astonishment only deepened as the days went on, and he stuck to his work. Before three weeks had gone the League had bought and remodelled the saloon and had secured Slavin as Resident Manager.
The evening of the reopening of Slavin's saloon, as it was still called, was long remembered in Black Rock. It was the occasion of the first appearance of 'The League Minstrel and Dramatic Troupe,' in what was described as a 'hair-lifting tragedy with appropriate musical selections.' Then there was a grand supper and speeches and great enthusiasm, which reached its climax when Nixon rose to propose the toast of the evening--'Our Saloon.' His speech was simply a quiet, manly account of his long struggle with the deadly enemy. When he came to speak of his recent defeat he said--
'And while I am blaming no one but myself, I am glad to-night that this saloon is on our side, for my own sake and for the sake of those who have been waiting long to see me. But before I sit down I want to say that while I live I shall not forget that I owe my life to the man that took me that night to his own shack and put me in his own bed, and met me next morning with an open hand; for I tell you I had sworn to G.o.d that that morning would be my last.'
Geordie's speech was characteristic. After a brief reference to the 'mysteerious ways o' Providence,' which he acknowledged he might sometimes fail to understand, he went on to express his unqualified approval of the new saloon.
'It's a cosy place, an' there's nae sulphur aboot. Besides a' that,' he went on enthusiastically, 'it'll be a terrible savin'. I've juist been c.o.o.ntin'.'
'You bet!' e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed a voice with great emphasis.
'I've juist been c.o.o.ntin',' went on Geordie, ignoring the remark and the laugh which followed, 'an' it's an awfu'-like money ye pit ower wi' the whusky. Ye see ye canna dae wi' ane bit gla.s.s; ye maun hae twa or three at the verra least, for it's no verra forrit ye get wi' ane gla.s.s. But wi' yon coffee ye juist get a saxpence-worth an' ye want nae mair.'
There was another shout of laughter, which puzzled Geordie much.
'I dinna see the jowk, but I've slippit ower in whusky mair nor a hunner dollars.'
Then he paused, looking hard before him, and twisting his face into extraordinary shapes till the men looked at him in wonder.
'I'm rale glad o' this saloon, but it's ower late for the lad that canna be helpit the noo. He'll not be needin' help o' oors, I doot, but there are ithers'--and he stopped abruptly and sat down, with no applause following.
But when Slavin, our saloon-keeper, rose to reply, the men jumped up on the seats and yelled till they could yell no more. Slavin stood, evidently in trouble with himself, and finally broke out--
'It's s.p.a.cheless I am entirely. What's come to me I know not, nor how it's come. But I'll do my best for yez.' And then the yelling broke out again.
I did not yell myself. I was too busy watching the varying lights in Mrs. Mavor's eyes as she looked from Craig to the yelling men on the benches and tables, and then to Slavin, and I found myself wondering if she knew what it was that came to Slavin.
CHAPTER XI
THE TWO CALLS
With the call to Mr. Craig I fancy I had something to do myself. The call came from a young congregation in an eastern city, and was based partly upon his college record and more upon the advice of those among the authorities who knew his work in the mountains. But I flatter myself that my letters to friends who were of importance in that congregation were not without influence, for I was of the mind that the man who could handle Black Rock miners as he could was ready for something larger than a mountain mission. That he would refuse I had not imagined, though I ought to have known him better. He was but little troubled over it. He went with the call and the letters urging his acceptance to Mrs. Mavor.
I was putting the last touches to some of my work in the room at the back of Mrs. Mavor's house when he came in. She read the letters and the call quietly, and waited for him to speak.
'Well?' he said; 'should I go?'
She started, and grew a little pale. His question suggested a possibility that had not occurred to her. That he could leave his work in Black Rock she had hitherto never imagined; but there was other work, and he was fit for good work anywhere. Why should he not go? I saw the fear in her face, but I saw more than fear in her eyes, as for a moment or two she let them rest upon Craig's face. I read her story, and I was not sorry for either of them. But she was too much a woman to show her heart easily to the man she loved, and her voice was even and calm as she answered his question.
'Is this a very large congregation?'
'One of the finest in all the East,' I put in for him. 'It will be a great thing for Craig.'
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