Faith Gartney's Girlhood Part 38
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It was a little after noon of the next day, when Mr. Rushleigh came to Cross Corners.
Faith was lying back, quite pale, and silent--feeling very weak after the terror, excitement, and fatigue she had gone through--in the large easy-chair which had been brought for her into the southeast room. Miss Henderson had been removed from her bed to the sofa here, and the two were keeping each other quiet company. Neither could bear the strain of nerve to dwell long or particularly on the events of the night. The story had been told, as simply as it might be; and the rest and the thankfulness were all they could think of now. So there were deep thoughts and few words between them. On Faith's part, a patient waiting for a trial yet before her.
"It's Mr. Rushleigh, come over to see Miss Faith. Shall I bring him in?"
asked Glory, at the door.
"Will you mind it, aunt?" asked Faith.
"I? No," said Miss Henderson. "Will you mind my being here? That's the question. I'd take myself off, without asking, if I could, you know."
"Dear Aunt Faith! There is something I have to say to Mr. Rushleigh which will be very hard to say, but no more so because you will be by to hear it. It is better so. I shall only have to say it once. I am glad you should be with me."
"Brave little Faithie!" said Mr. Rushleigh, coming in with hands outstretched. "Not ill, I hope?"
"Only tired," Faith answered. "And a little weak, and foolish," as the tears would come, in answer to his cordial words.
"I am sorry. Miss Henderson, that I could not have persuaded this little girl to go home with me last night--this morning, rather. But she would come to you."
"She did just right," Aunt Faith replied. "It's the proper place for her to come to. Not but that we thank you all the same. You're very kind."
"Kinder than I have deserved," whispered Faith, as he took his seat beside her.
Mr. Rushleigh would not let her lead him that way yet. He ignored the little whisper, and by a gentle question or two drew from her that which he had come, especially, to learn and speak of to-day--the story of the fire, and her own knowledge of, and share in it, as she alone could tell it.
Now, for the first time, as she recalled it to explain her motive for entering the mill at all, the rough conversation she had overheard between the two men upon the river bank, suggested to Faith, as the mention of it was upon her lips, a possible clew to the origin of the mischief. She paused, suddenly, and a look of dismayed hesitation came over her face.
"I ought to tell you all, I suppose," she continued. "But pray, sir, do not conclude anything hastily. The two things may have had nothing to do with each other."
And then, reluctantly, she repeated the angry threat that had come to her ears.
Pausing, timidly, to look up in her listener's face, to judge of its expression, a smile there surprised her.
"See how truth is always best," said Mr. Rushleigh. "If you had kept back your knowledge of this, you would have sealed up a painful doubt for your own tormenting. That man, James Regan, came to me this morning.
There is good in the fellow, after all. He told me, just as you have, and as Hardy did, the words he spoke in pa.s.sion. He was afraid, he said, they might be brought up against him. And so he came to 'own up,' and account for his time; and to beg me to believe that he never had any definite thought of harm. I told him I did believe it; and then the poor fellow, rough as he is, turned pale, and burst into tears. Last night gave him a lesson, I think, that will go far to take the hardness out of him. Blasland says, 'he worked like five men and a horse,' at the fire."
Faith's face glowed as she listened, at the n.o.bleness of these two; of the generous, Christian gentleman--of the coa.r.s.e workman, who wore his nature, like his garb--the worse part of an everyday.
Fire and loss are not all calamity, when such as this comes of them.
Her own recital was soon finished.
Mr. Rushleigh listened, giving his whole sympathy to the danger she had faced, his fresh and fervent acknowledgment and admiring praise to the prompt daring she had shown, as if these things, and naught else, had been in either mind.
At these thanks--at this praise--Faith shrank.
"Oh, Mr. Rushleigh!" she interrupted, with a low, pained, humbled entreaty--"don't speak so! Only forgive me--if you can!"
Her hands lifted themselves with a slight, imploring gesture toward him.
He laid his own upon them, gently, soothingly.
"I will not have you trouble or reproach yourself, Faith," he answered, meeting her meaning, frankly, now. "There are things beyond our control.
All we can do is to be simply true. There is something, I know, which you think lies between us to be spoken of. Do not speak at all, if it be hard for you. I will tell the boy that it was a mistake--that it cannot be."
But the father's lip was a little unsteady, to his own feeling, as he said the words.
"Oh, Mr. Rushleigh!" cried Faith. "If everything could only be put back as it was, in the old days before all this!"
"But that is what we can't do. Nothing goes back precisely to what it was before."
"No," said Aunt Faith, from her sofa. "And never did, since the days of Humpty Dumpty. You might be glad to, but you can't do it. Things must just be made the best of, as they are. And they're never just alike, two minutes together. They're altering, and working, and going on, all the time. And that's a comfort, too, when you come to think of it."
"There is always comfort, somehow, when there has been no willful wrong.
And there has been none here, I am sure."
Faith, with the half smile yet upon her face, called there by her aunt's quaint speaking, bent her head, and burst into tears.
"I came to rea.s.sure and to thank you, Faith--not to let you distress yourself so," said Mr. Rushleigh. "Margaret sent all kind messages; but I would not bring her. I thought it would be too much for you, so soon.
Another day, she will come. We shall always claim old friends.h.i.+p, my child, and remember our new debt; though the old days themselves cannot quite be brought back again as they were. There may be better days, though, even, by and by."
"Let Margaret know, before she comes, please," whispered Faith. "I don't think I could tell her."
"You shall not have a moment of trial that I can spare you. But--Paul will be content with nothing, as a final word, that does not come from you."
"I will see him when he comes. I wish it. Oh, sir! I am so sorry."
"And so am I, Faith. We must all be sorry. But we are _only_ sorry. And that is all that need be said."
The conversation, after this, could not be prolonged. Mr. Rushleigh took his leave, kindly, as he had made his greeting.
"Oh, Aunt Faith! What a terrible thing I have done!"
"What a terrible thing you came near doing, you mean, child! Be thankful to the Lord--He's delivered you from it! And look well to the rest of your life, after all this. Out of fire and misery you must have been saved for something!"
Then Aunt Faith called Glory, and told her to bring an egg, beat up in milk--"to a good froth, mind; and sugared and nut-megged, and a teaspoonful of brandy in it."
This she made Faith swallow, and then bade her put her feet up on the sofa, and lean back, and shut her eyes, and not speak another word till she'd had a nap.
All which, strangely enough, Faith--wearied, troubled, yet relieved--obeyed.
For the next two days, what with waiting on the invalids--for Faith was far from well--and with answering the incessant calls at the door of curious people flocking to inquire, Glory McWhirk was kept busy and tired. But not with a thankless duty, as in the days gone by, that she remembered; it was heart work now, and brought heart love as its reward.
It was one of her "real good times."
Mr. Armstrong talked and read with them, and gave hand help and ministry also, just when it could be given most effectually.
It was a beautiful lull of peace between the conflict that was past, and the final pang that was to come. Faith accepted it with a thankfulness.
Such joy as this was all life had for her, henceforth. There was no restlessness, no selfishness in the love that had so suddenly a.s.serted itself, and borne down all her doubts. She thought not of it, as love, any more. She never dreamed of being other to Mr. Armstrong than she was. Only, that other life had become impossible to her. Here, if she might not elsewhere, she had gone back to the things that were. She could be quite content and happy, so. It was enough to rest in such a friends.h.i.+p. If only she had once seen Paul, and if he could but bear it!
And Roger Armstrong, of intent, was just what he had always been--the kind and earnest friend--the ready helper--no more. He knew Faith Gartney had a trouble to bear; he had read her perplexity--her indecision; he had feared, unselfishly, for the mistake she was making.
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