Black Rock Part 27
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'Would you preach election to that chap?'
The mother's eyes were s.h.i.+ning with tears.
The old gentleman blew his nose like a trumpet, and then said gravely--
'No, my boy, you don't feed babes with meat. But what came to him?'
Then Graeme asked me to finish the tale. After I had finished the story of Billy's final triumph and of Craig's part in it, they sat long silent, till the minister, clearing his throat hard and blowing his nose more like a trumpet than ever, said with great emphasis--
'Thank G.o.d for such a man in such a place! I wish there were more of us like him.'
'I should like to see you out there, sir,' said Graeme admiringly; 'you'd get them, but you wouldn't have time for election.'
'Yes, yes!' said his father warmly; 'I should love to have a chance just to preach election to these poor lads. Would I were twenty years younger!'
'It is worth a man's life,' said Graeme earnestly. His younger brother turned his face eagerly toward the mother. For answer she slipped her hand into his and said softly, while her eyes shone like stars--
'Some day, Jack, perhaps! G.o.d knows.' But Jack only looked steadily at her, smiling a little and patting her hand.
'You'd s.h.i.+ne there, mother,' said Graeme, smiling upon her; 'you'd better come with me.' She started, and said faintly--
'With you?' It was the first hint he had given of his purpose. 'You are going back?'
'What! as a missionary?' said Jack.
'Not to preach, Jack; I'm not orthodox enough,' looking at his father and shaking his head; 'but to build railroads and lend a hand to some poor chap, if I can.'
'Could you not find work nearer home, my boy?' asked the father; 'there is plenty of both kinds near us here, surely.'
'Lots of work, but not mine, I fear,' answered Graeme, keeping his eyes away from his mother's face. 'A man must do his own work.'
His voice was quiet and resolute, and glancing at the beautiful face at the end of the table, I saw in the pale lips and yearning eyes that the mother was offering up her firstborn, that ancient sacrifice. But not all the agony of sacrifice could wring from her entreaty or complaint in the hearing of her sons. That was for other ears and for the silent hours of the night. And next morning when she came down to meet us her face was wan and weary, but it wore the peace of victory and a glory not of earth. Her greeting was full of dignity, sweet and gentle; but when she came to Graeme she lingered over him and kissed him twice. And that was all that any of us ever saw of that sore fight.
At the end of the week I took leave of them, and last of all of the mother.
She hesitated just a moment, then suddenly put her hands upon my shoulders and kissed me, saying softly, 'You are his friend; you will sometimes come to me?'
'Gladly, if I may,' I hastened to answer, for the sweet, brave face was too much to bear; and, till she left us for that world of which she was a part, I kept my word, to my own great and lasting good. When Graeme met me in the city at the end of the summer, he brought me her love, and then burst forth--
'Connor, do you know, I have just discovered my mother! I have never known her till this summer.'
'More fool you,' I answered, for often had I, who had never known a mother, envied him his.
'Yes, that is true,' he answered slowly; 'but you cannot see until you have eyes.'
Before he set out again for the west I gave him a supper, asking the men who had been with us in the old 'Varsity days. I was doubtful as to the wisdom of this, and was persuaded only by Graeme's eager a.s.sent to my proposal.
'Certainly, let's have them,' he said; 'I shall be awfully glad to see them; great stuff they were.'
'But, I don't know, Graeme; you see--well--hang it!--you know--you're different, you know.'
He looked at me curiously.
'I hope I can still stand a good supper, and if the boys can't stand me, why, I can't help it. I'll do anything but roar, and don't you begin to work off your menagerie act--now, you hear me!'
'Well, it is rather hard lines that when I have been talking up my lion for a year, and then finally secure him, that he will not roar.'
'Serve you right,' he replied, quite heartlessly; 'but I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll feed! Don't you worry,' he adds soothingly; 'the supper will go.'
And go it did. The supper was of the best; the wines first-cla.s.s. I had asked Graeme about the wines.
'Do as you like, old man,' was his answer; 'it's your supper, but,' he added, 'are the men all straight?'
I ran them over in my mind.
'Yes; I think so.'
If not, don't you help them down; and anyway, you can't be too careful.
But don't mind me; I am quit of the whole business from this out.' So I ventured wines, for the last time, as it happened.
We were a quaint combination. Old 'Beetles,' whose nickname was prophetic of his future fame as a bugman, as the fellows irreverently said; 'Stumpy' Smith, a demon bowler; Polly Lindsay, slow as ever and as sure as when he held the half-back line with Graeme, and used to make my heart stand still with terror at his cool deliberation. But he was never known to fumble nor to funk, and somehow he always got us out safe enough. Then there was Rattray--'Rat' for short--who, from a swell, had developed into a cynic with a sneer, awfully clever and a good enough fellow at heart. Little 'Wig' Martin, the sharpest quarter ever seen, and big Barney Lundy, centre scrimmage, whose terrific roar and rush had often struck terror to the enemy's heart, and who was Graeme's slave.
Such was the party.
As the supper went on my fears began to vanish, for if Graeme did not 'roar,' he did the next best thing--ate and talked quite up to his old form. Now we played our matches over again, bitterly lamenting the 'if's' that had lost us the champions.h.i.+ps, and wildly approving the tackles that had saved, and the runs that had made the 'Varsity crowd go mad with delight and had won for us. And as their names came up in talk, we learned how life had gone with those who had been our comrades of ten years ago. Some, success had lifted to high places; some, failure had left upon the rocks, and a few lay in their graves.
But as the evening wore on, I began to wish that I had left out the wines, for the men began to drop an occasional oath, though I had let them know during the summer that Graeme was not the man he had been. But Graeme smoked and talked and heeded not, till Rattray swore by that name most sacred of all ever borne by man. Then Graeme opened upon him in a cool, slow way--
'What an awful fool a man is, to d.a.m.n things as you do, Rat. Things are not d.a.m.ned. It is men who are; and that is too bad to be talked much about but when a man flings out of his foul mouth the name of Jesus Christ'--here he lowered his voice--'it's a shame--it's more, it's a crime.'
There was dead silence, then Rattray replied--
'I suppose you're right enough, it is bad form; but crime is rather strong, I think.'
'Not if you consider who it is,' said Graeme with emphasis.
'Oh, come now,' broke in Beetles. 'Religion is all right, is a good thing, and I believe a necessary thing for the race, but no one takes seriously any longer the Christ myth.'
'What about your mother, Beetles?' put in Wig Martin.
Beetles consigned him to the pit and was silent, for his father was an Episcopal clergyman, and his mother a saintly woman.
'I fooled with that for some time, Beetles, but it won't do. You can't build a religion that will take the devil out of a man on a myth. That won't do the trick. I don't want to argue about it, but I am quite convinced the myth theory is not reasonable, and besides, it wont work.'
'Will the other work?' asked Rattray, with a sneer.
'Sure!' said Grame; 'I've seen it.'
'Where?' challenged Rattray. 'I haven't seen much of it.'
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