A Great Emergency and Other Tales Part 19
You’re reading novel A Great Emergency and Other Tales Part 19 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!
I prayed the rest, "O Lord, have mercy upon us, have mercy upon us. O Lord, let Thy mercy lighten upon us, as our trust is in Thee. O Lord, in Thee have I trusted, let me never be confounded!" and with the last verse there came from my heart a very pa.s.sion of desire for strength to do the will of G.o.d at the sacrifice of my own. I flung myself on the floor with inarticulate prayers that were very fully to the point now, and they summed themselves up again in the old words, "In Thee, O Lord, have I trusted, let me never be confounded!"
When I raised my head I caught sight of the picture, and for an instant felt a superst.i.tious thrill. The finely drawn face shone with a crimson glow. But in a moment more I saw the cause, and exclaimed--"_The sun is setting_! I must speak to Philip before it goes down."
What should I say? Somehow, now, my judgment felt very clear and decisive. I would not pretend that he had been in the right, but I would acknowledge where I had been in the wrong. I _had_ been disobliging about Mr. Clinton, and I would say so, and offer to repair that matter. I would regret having lost my temper, and say nothing about his. I would not offer to deprive Charles of his part, or break my promise of the white feather; but I would make a new part for Mr.
Clinton, and he should be quite welcome to any finery in my possession except Charles's plume. This concession was no difficulty to me. Bad as our tempers are, I am thankful to say they are not mean ones. If I dressed out Mr. Clinton at all, it would come natural to do it liberally. I would do all this--_if I could_. I might break down into pa.s.sion at the mere sight of Philip and the properties, but at least I would begin "as if I knew I should persevere."
At this moment the front door was shut with a bang which shook the house.
It was Philip going to catch the 4.15. I bit my lips, and began to pull on my boots, watching the red sun as it sank over the waste of marshland which I could see from my window. I must try to overtake him, but I could run well, and I suspected that he would not walk fast. I did not believe that he was really pleased at the break-up of our plans and the prospect of a public exposure of our squabbles, though as a family we are always willing to make fools of ourselves rather than conciliate each other.
My things were soon on, and I hurried from my room. In the window-seat of the corridor was Alice. The sight of her reproached me. She slept in my room, but I jealously retained full power over it, and when I locked myself in she dared not disturb me.
"I'm afraid you've been wanting to come in," said I. "Do go in now."
"Thank you," said Alice, "I've nowhere to go to." Then tightening her lips, she added, "Philip's gone."
"I know," said I. "I'm going to try and get him back." Alice stared in amazement.
"You always do spoil Philip, because he's your twin," she said, at last; "you wouldn't do it for me."
"Oh, Alice, you don't know. I'd much rather do it for you, girls are so much less aggravating than boys. But don't try and make it harder for me to make peace."
"I beg your pardon, Isobel. If you do, you're an angel. I couldn't, to save my life."
At the head of the stairs I met Charles.
"He's gone," said he significantly, and bestriding the bal.u.s.trades, he shot to the foot. When I reached him he was pinching the biceps muscle of his arm.
"Feel, Isobel," said he, "It's hard, isn't it?"
"Very, Charles, but I'm in a hurry."
"Look here," he continued, with an ugly expression on his face, "I'm going into training. I'm going to eat bits of raw mutton, and dumb-bell. Wait a year, wait half a year, and I shall be able to thrash him. I'll make him remember these theatricals. I don't forget.
I haven't forgot his bursting my football out of spite."
It is not pleasant to see one's own sins reflected on other faces. I could not speak.
By the front door was Bobby. He was by way of looking out of the portico window, but his swollen eyes could not possibly have seen anything.
"Oh, Isobel, Isobel!" he sobbed, "Philip's gone, and taken the D--d--d--dragon with him, and we're all m--m--m--miserable."
"Don't cry, Bobby," said I, kissing him. "Finish your cloak, and be doing anything you can. I'm going to try and bring Philip back."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, Isobel! If only he'll come back I don't care what I do. Or I'll give up my parts if he wants them, and be a scene-s.h.i.+fter, if you'll lend me your carpet-slippers, and make me a paper cap."
"G.o.d has given you a very sweet temper, Bobby," said I, solemnly. "I wish I had one like it."
"You're as good as gold," said Bobby. His loving hug added strength to my resolutions, and I ran across the garden and jumped the ha-ha, and followed Philip over the marsh. I do not know whether he heard my steps when I came nearly up with him, but I fancy his pace slackened.
Not that he looked round. He was much too sulky.
Philip is a very good-looking boy, much handsomer than I am, though we are alike. But the family curse disfigures his face when he is cross more than any one's, and the back view of him is almost worse than the front. His shoulders get so humped up, and his whole figure is stiff with cross-grained obstinacy.
"I shall never hold out if he speaks as ungraciously as he looks,"
thought I in despair. "But I'll not give in till I can hold out no longer."
"Philip!" I said. He turned round, and his face was no prettier to look at than his shoulders.
"What do you want?" (in the costermonger tone.)
"I want you to come back, Philip"--(here I choked).
"I dare say," he sneered, "and you want the properties! But you've got your play, and your amiable Charles, and your talented Alice, and your ubiquitous Bobby. And the audience will be entertained with an unexpected after-piece ent.i.tled--'The disobliging disobliged.'"
Oh it _was_ hard! I think if I had looked at Philip's face I must have broken down, but I kept my eyes steadily on the crimson sun, which loomed large through the marsh mists that lay upon the horizon, as I answered with justifiable vehemence:
"I have a very bad temper, Philip" (I checked the disposition to add--"and so have you"), "but I never tell a lie. I have _not_ come after the properties. The only reason for which I have come is to try and make peace." At this point I gathered up all my strength and hurried on, staring at the sun till the bushes near us and the level waste of marsh beyond seemed to vanish in the glow. "I came to say that I am sorry for my share of the quarrel. I lost my temper, and I beg your pardon for that. I was not very obliging about Mr. Clinton, but you had tried me very much. However, what you did wrong, does not excuse me, I know, and if you like to come back, I'll make a new part as you wanted. I can't give him Charles's part, or the feather, but anything I can do, or give up of my own, I will. It's not because of to-night, for you know as well as I do that I do not care twopence what happens when I'm angry, and, after all, we can only say that you've taken the things. But I wanted us to get through these holidays without quarrelling, and I wanted you to enjoy them, and I want to try and be good to you, for you are my twin brother, and for my share of the quarrel I beg your pardon--I can do no more."
Some of this speech had been about as pleasant to say as eating cinders, and when it was done I felt a sudden sensation (very rare with me) of unendurable fatigue. As the last words left my lips the sun set, but my eyes were so bedazzled that I am not sure that I should not have fallen, but for an unexpected support. What Philip had been thinking of during my speech I do not know, for I had avoided looking at him, but when it was done he threw the properties out of his arms, and flung them around me with the hug of a Polar bear.
_"You_ ill-tempered!" he roared. "You've the temper of an angel, or you would never have come after me like this. Isobel, I am a brute, I have behaved like a brute all the week, and I beg _your_ pardon."
I retract my wishes about crying, for when I do begin, I cry in such a very disagreeable way--no spring shower, but a perfect tempest of tears. Philip's unexpected generosity upset me, and I sobbed till I frightened him, and he said I was hysterical. The absurdity of this idea set me off into fits of laughing, which, oddly enough, seemed to distress him so much that I stopped at last, and found breath to say, "Then you'll come home?"
"If you'll have me. And never mind about Clinton, I'll get out of it.
The truth is, Isobel, you and Alice did snub him from the first, and that vexed me; but I _am_ disappointed in him. He does brag so, and I've had to take that fowling-piece to the gunsmith's already, so I know what it's worth. I did give Clinton a hint about it, and--would you believe it?--he laughed, and said he thought he had got the best of _that_ bargain. I said, 'I hope you have, if it isn't an even one, for I should be very sorry to think _I_ had cheated a friend!' But he either did not or wouldn't see it. He's a second-rate sort of fellow, I'm sure, and I'm sorry I promised to let him act. But I'll get out of it, you shan't be bothered by him."
"No, no," said I, "if you promised I'd much rather. It won't bother me at all."
(It is certainly a much pleasanter kind of dispute when the struggle is to give, and not to take!)
"You can't fit him in now?" said Philip doubtfully.
"Oh yes, I can." I felt sure that I could. I have often been short of temper for our amus.e.m.e.nts, but never of ideas. Philip tucked the properties under one arm, and me under the other, and as we ran homewards over the marsh, I threaded Mr. Clinton into the plot with perfect ease.
"We'll have a second Prince, and he shall have an enchanted s.h.i.+eld, which shall protect him from you--though he can't kill you--for Charles must do that. He shall be in love with the Princess too, but just when he and Charles are going to fight for her, the Fairy G.o.dmother shall sprinkle him with the Waters of Memory, and break a spell which had made him forget his own Princess in a distant land. You know, Philip, if he _does_ act well, he may make a capital part of it. It will be a splendid scene. We have two real metal swords, and as they are flas.h.i.+ng in the air--enter the Fairy with the carved claret jug. When he is sprinkled he must drop his sword, and put his hands to his head. He will recall the picture of his own Princess, and draw it out and kiss it (I can lend him my locket miniature of great-grandpapa). Charles and he must swear eternal friends.h.i.+p, and then he will pick up his sword, and exit right centre, waving the golden s.h.i.+eld, to find his Princess. It will look very well, and as he goes out the Princess can enter left in distraction about the combat, and she and Charles can fall in each other's arms, and be blessed by the Fairy."
"Capital!" said Philip. "What a head you have! But you're out of breath? We're running too fast."
"Not a bit," said I, "it refreshes me. Do you remember when you and I used to run hand in hand from the top to the bottom of Breakneck Hill?
Oh, Philip, I do wish we could never quarrel any more! I think we might keep our tempers if we tried."
"_You_ might," said Philip, "because you are good. But I shall always be a brute."
(Just what _I_ said to Aunt Isobel! Must every one learn his own lessons for himself? I had a sort of unreasonable feeling that my experience ought to serve for the rest of our ill-tempered family into the bargain.)
Philip's spirits rose higher and higher. Of course he was delighted to be out of the sc.r.a.pe. I am sure he was glad to be friendly again, and he was hotter than ever for the theatricals.
So was I. I felt certain that they would be successful now. But far above and beyond the comfort of things "coming right," and the pleasure of antic.i.p.ated fun, my heart was rocked to a higher peace. In my small religious experiences I had never known this triumph, this thankfulness before. Circ.u.mstances, not self-control, had helped me out of previous quarrels; I had never really done battle, and gained a conquest over my besetting sin. Now, however imperfectly and awkwardly, I yet _had_ fought. If Philip had been less generous I might have failed, but the effort had been real--and it had been successful. Henceforth my soul should fight with the prestige of victory, with the courage that comes of having striven and won, trusted and not been confounded.
A Great Emergency and Other Tales Part 19
You're reading novel A Great Emergency and Other Tales Part 19 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.
A Great Emergency and Other Tales Part 19 summary
You're reading A Great Emergency and Other Tales Part 19. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: Juliana Horatia Gatty Ewing already has 650 views.
It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.
LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com