David Fleming's Forgiveness Part 26

It was a long time before the subject was touched upon between them again, and it was he who spoke first.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.

POOR GRANNIE.

The Langdens had stayed ten days in Gershom. Half the time Miss Langden had pa.s.sed with Miss Holt, and they had both enjoyed the visit, though not quite in the same way. Her father needed much of Elizabeth's care and attention at this time, and it would not have been possible for her to devote herself constantly to her visitor. But Miss Essie was not a difficult person to entertain--quite the contrary.

She took interest in many things. She had her journal to keep up, and many letters to write. And then Mr Clifton Holt was at home, and at her service. Mr Maxwell was a frequent visitor also; and when he came, Miss Holt felt at liberty to attend to her own affairs, knowing that they did not need her presence. Clifton was not so mindful of their old friends.h.i.+p, or not so well aware of their present relation, for he did not seem to think it was the thing to do to leave their visitors to entertain each other; and certainly he was never made to feel himself to be an intruder, though his sister often feared that he might be so.

Then Miss Langden had a great desire to see as much as possible of "this interesting country" as she politely called Canada; and as much of it as could be seen while driving about with Clifton in his sister's low carriage, or in the larger carriage with Clifton and Mr Maxwell, or her father, she saw, and professed herself delighted with it. She admired the farm-houses and the farmers, and the farmers' wives and daughters, and laid herself out to captivate them in a way that Clifton declared to be wonderful. To Elizabeth it seemed natural enough.

They saw a good deal of company in a quiet way. The Holts took pains to invite, at one time or another, the greater part of Mr Maxwell's friends, in order that Mr Langden and his daughter might make their acquaintance, and both in different ways won golden opinions among them.

The good people of Gershom were naturally well-disposed toward the friends of their minister, and Mr Langden was a quiet, shrewd business man, without a particle of pretence, whose company they would have enjoyed under even less favourable circ.u.mstances. He took much interest in listening to the very things they liked best to tell about--the early settlement of that part of the country, its features and resources, agricultural, mineral, commercial; the history of railroads, manufactures, and business ventures generally. If there were anything worth knowing about any of these matters that Mr Langden did not know before his visit came to an end, it was not for want of questions asked, Clifton Holt said, laughing, to his daughter. Which was quite true--and he had asked some questions and received some answers which neither Clifton nor Jacob had heard, and knew more about some things in Gershom than Clifton himself knew at that time. Some hints that there had been thoughts of business as well as pleasure in his mind in visiting Gershom had transpired, and it would have been agreeable to hear more about it, but Mr Langden was better at asking questions than at answering them, and no one knew any more about his plans when he went than when he came.

But people liked him, and liked to talk about him and his visit afterward.

And his daughter was very much admired also. That is to say, she was admired in her character of visitor to Miss Elizabeth--as a pretty and amiable and beautifully-dressed young lady from "the States." But when the discussion went farther, and her possible future as a resident of Gershom was hinted at, all were not so sure about her. A minister's wife! That was another affair. Would she fit into that spot? She did not look much like the ministers' wives that the Gershom people knew most about.

"I suppose it comes as natural to her to have gloves, and boots, and bonnets to match every gown she puts on, as it does for the most of folk to wear one pair as long as they'll last," said Miss Smith from Fosbrooke--a much more primitive place than Gershom--"and she looks as if she set a value on such things, as even good folks will do till they've learned better."

"And the minister's salary isn't equal to all that, and wouldn't be, not if it was raised to eight hundred dollars, which isn't likely yet a spell," said Mrs Coleman, the new deacon's wife.

"Not unless she has money of her own. And if she has--well, ministers'

folks are pretty much so, wherever they be, or whatever they've got; and such articles of luxury are not the thing for ministers' wives--not in _this_ wooden country."

"I know one thing," said Miss Hall, the dressmaker. "Her trunk was never packed to come here short of five hundred dollars, to say nothing of jewellery. I've handled considerable dry-goods in my time, and I know that much."

"Ah, well. I guess any one that's lived in 'the States,' and that talks as cool as a cuc.u.mber about going to travel in Europe, isn't very likely to settle down in Gershom--not and be contented," said Myrilla Green, who had lived in "the States" herself, and was supposed to know the difference.

"Ah! I guess there's as good folks as her in Gershom;" and so the talk went on.

But it was the opinion of several of the ladies interested in the discussion, that clothes, and even money, did not amount to much in some cases. The young lady had the missionary spirit, as any one who had heard her talk must see, and she was not likely to be influenced by secondary motives.

Of course the discussion of the possibility implied by all this was inevitable in the circ.u.mstances, though no one in Gershom _knew_ anything about the matter; and the parties most concerned could have given them little satisfactory information with regard to it. The first of the two years of probation, which Mr Langden had insisted upon, had not yet pa.s.sed, and Mr Maxwell could not have renewed the question of an engagement, if he had wished to do so, or if Miss Essie had given him an opportunity, which she did not. Not a word was spoken between them that all Gershom might not have heard, though nothing could be more friendly and pleasant than their intercourse during these ten days.

But then Miss Essie was on friendly terms with every one. Nothing could be more charming than her manners, it was said. She was "not a bit stuck up," the Gershom girls acknowledged. If she had any "citified airs" they were not of the kind that are especially displeasing to country people. She was friendly with every one, and before her visit came to an end, it came into Elizabeth's mind that she was particularly pleasant in words and ways with her brother Clifton.

It had come into Clifton's mind also, and Elizabeth longed to tell him just how matters stood between Miss Langden and Mr Maxwell. But she did not feel at liberty to do so, and she could only hope that Clifton's devotion would be in this case, as it had been in others, only transitory, and that he would not suffer more than was reasonable for his folly. Of what pa.s.sed between Mr Langden and Jacob Holt very little was known. They went together over the ground which Jacob had so long coveted, and Mr Langden saw the advantages which the locality offered for the purpose proposed. He would have considered the purchase of the land to be a good investment, but Jacob could not bring himself to urge the unpleasant subject of sale on Mr Fleming, now that Davie was so ill, and he knew that urging would avail nothing, but it was a great disappointment to him.

He said little about it to Mr Langden; but that gentleman knew more of the relations existing between him and Mr Fleming, and of other things besides, than Jacob fancied. They saw a good many people who were interested in the proposed enterprise, and got information which would help him to decide about future investments, he said, but he took no definite step with regard to the matter before he went away.

It had been understood that Mr Maxwell was to take his "vacation" at this time, and that he was to go with his friends through a part of their travels. But Davie Fleming was at the worst, and his mother and his grandparents were in great trouble, and the minister could not bring himself to leave them. Of course his friends were disappointed, but not unreasonably so, for they could understand his feeling, and it was agreed that if it were possible he should join them at some point in their route, and so they said good-bye lightly.

Clifton Holt went with them to the city of Montreal, where they stayed a few days, as all American tourists do. Then they sailed down the Saint Lawrence to Quebec and farther, and up the Saguenay, and he sailed with them, and doubtless added to their pleasure by the information he was able to give as to events and places in which all travellers are supposed to interest themselves.

Clifton enjoyed it, and would have enjoyed going farther with them. But on their return to Montreal, they met with a party of friends whom they found it expedient to join, and so Clifton returned to Gershom, with the intention of remaining at home for a time. His father was still feeble, and Clifton seemed inclined to take the advice which his sister had long ago given him, to seek to obtain some knowledge of the business which Jacob had hitherto been carrying on in his own name and his father's.

Elizabeth received a little note or two from Miss Langden before she left Canada, in which much admiration was expressed for her friend's "interesting country," and much pleasure in her remembrance of the days spent in Gershom; and she had another after her return to her aunt's house, where she was to pa.s.s some time. And then she did not hear from her again for a long time.

Davie got better, but not very rapidly. He remained gaunt and stooping, and had little strength, and Miss Betsey, who still considered herself responsible for his health, carried him away to the Hill; and then giving Ben a holiday after his busy summer, sent them both away to visit her cousin Abiah, who had a clearing and a saw-mill ten miles away.

There were partridges there, and rumours of a bear having been seen, and there was fis.h.i.+ng at any rate, and Davie was a.s.sured that ten days of such sport as could be got there in the woods ought to make a new man of him.

But Betsey had another reason for sending him away. On the day of her visit, Mrs Fleming, who had acknowledged herself to be weak and weary from anxiety and watching, knew herself to be ill; not very ill, however. She had often, in her younger days, kept about the house, and done all her work when she felt far worse than she did now, she said.

But she could not "keep about" now, and that was the difference. Davie would be well away, for he would fret about his grandmother, and that would do neither of them any good.

Davie's visit to the woods did not make a new man of him; but it did him good, and he needed all his strength and courage when he came home again, for grannie, who had been "not just very well" when he went away, was no better when he returned.

"And they never told me, grannie," said he, indignantly.

"There was nothing to tell, my laddie, and you are better for going.

And now you must help Katie to cheer your grandfather, and keep your brothers at their work."

And Davie saw that his grandfather needed to be cheered. He seemed to have grown a very old man during the last few months, he thought. He had gone about the farm, and kept the boys at their work, and had helped sometimes, Katie said, while Davie was away. But now he gave all that up to him. Mark Varney came now and then when there was anything extra to be done; and though Davie was not so strong as before his illness, they were as well on with their fall work as the neighbours generally.

But except with a word of advice, or an answer to questions, which Davie was pertinacious in asking, as to what was to be done, and what left undone, the old man took little part in what had filled his life before.

He went about the house and barns, with his head bowed, and his hands clasped behind him, making Katie wild with the wistful, helpless longing of his face.

"It is no good for grannie to see you so downcast, grandfather. Courage is what is needed more than anything in a time of sickness, Betsey says.

And, grandfather, grannie is no' so very ill."

"Is she no', think you, Katie? She says it, but oh, my heart fails me."

"She says it, and I think she is right. And, grandfather, she often says, you ken that the Lord is ay kind."

"Ay, la.s.s! but His kindest touch cuts sore whiles. And if He were to deal with me after my sins--"

"But, grandfather; He never does, and He hurts to heal--as I have heard you say yourself."

"Ay. I have said it with my lips, but I doubt I was carrying a sore and angry heart whiles, when I was putting the folk in mind. And, oh, Katie, la.s.sie, He is far awa'. He has hidden His face from me."

"But only for a moment, grandfather; don't you mind, 'For a small moment have I forsaken thee, but with great mercies will I visit thee'? And grannie is no' so very ill."

She drew him gently from the room where grannie was slumbering, so that she need not be disturbed. It seemed to her the strangest thing that her grandfather should speak to her in this way, and that she should have courage to answer him. He sat down on a seat by the door, and leaned his chin on the hand that rested on his staff, and looked away over Ythan fields to the hills beyond. But whether he saw them or not was doubtful, for his eyes were dazed and heavy with trouble, and Katie could not bear to see him so.

"She is not so very ill," she repeated. "She is sometimes better and sometimes worse, but she has no thought that she is going to die. She will be better soon."

"She is a good ten years younger than I am. I should go first by rights. But she has had much to weary her, and she would doubtless be glad to rest."

"No, grandfather, she would not. She is glad at the thought that she will be spared a little while for--all our sakes."

"Who is that coming down the road? It is the minister, I think, and Betsey Holt."

The old man rose hastily.

"I'll awa' up the brae," said he. "No, it is no disrespect to the minister, but I canna hear his words to-day."

And up the hill he went to the pasture-bars, and through the pasture "to Pine-tree Hollow," Katie thought, as her eyes followed him anxiously.