Say and Seal Volume I Part 91
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There was a little astonished pause. Mr. and Mrs. Stoutenburgh, just then at the further end of the room, had moved at Miss Essie's summons, but stopped short at the first sound of Mr. Linden's voice, and looked in a sort of maze,--_he_ clearly was not jesting, that was all they could make out. That too the boys saw: but for a minute they stood like statues,--then Reuben stepped from the group and walked quietly, deliberately, over to where Mr. Linden stood; the covenant-signing in his face glowing with the Free Church addition--"until death!"
One and another followed him--one after another,--Faith was surprised to see how many: ranging themselves about Mr. Linden. But something in it all touched him--stirred him,--something perhaps personal to himself and them; for after the first three or four had come he looked no more,--his eyes fell, and the firmly compressed lips could not quite conceal their trembling. He stood as statue-like as the boys had done.
In the interest of a moment and a scene that she never forgot, it was a simple thing that Faith lost thought of her own standing. Perhaps Miss Essie shared her oblivion of self for that minute; her look of uneasy curiosity changed to a sobriety that was almost awe. Perhaps self-recollection came back; for after eying the dumb show with uncommonly blank black eyes, both they and she suddenly started into action.
"That will do," she said with voice and gesture,--"you may go back--scatter! and be boys again. Mr. Linden, what I complain of is, that you say _you_ are on the Lord's side and that everybody else is not!"
His thoughts came back slowly, as from some far distant region,--he even turned to Faith and wheeled up a chair for her before he answered.
"No, Miss Essie--those last words I believe I never said. But the 'Lord knoweth them that are his'--let each one have answering knowledge for himself."
Miss Essie's look was not comfortable. She abandoned the point in hand, and swallowed her cold coffee.
"What _are_ you talking about?" said Mrs. Stoutenburgh coming up to them. "What sort of a game was that, Miss Essie?"
"Nothing,"--said Miss Essie. "I said I would study Mr. Linden--and I have. I've found out two things about him."
"I wonder if he's been studying too!" said Mrs. Stoutenburgh.--"What are the two things? Miss Essie, your coffee's just as cold as Faith's ice is warm!--that comes of talking when you ought to be eating. Mr.
Linden--just help Mr. Stoutenburgh with that little table, please--and I'll have the coffee-pot here and be comfortable."
"And I shall tell Miss Essie a story about fishes," said Mr. Linden as he obeyed.
Mrs. Stoutenburgh sat down behind her coffee-pot, while the gentlemen went back and forth between the two tables, bringing cups and cake and what else was needed for this "German cotillion," as Mr. Linden called it. During which interlude Miss Essie, after taking an observant view of Faith, gave her a significant private admonition, that "somebody"
would not like her being there. Faith in vain endeavoured to get some light on this dark information; Miss Essie was startling but enigmatical, and suddenly turned from her and asked Mr. Linden "what was the story he had promised?"
"Not much of a _story_, though I called it one. It has to do with the way different races of fishes _wear their bones_."
"Well?" said Miss Essie, using her eyes; while Faith forgot her flushed cheeks and used hers.
"You are perhaps aware," he said smiling, "that even fishes have their inflexible points; in other words, a region of bone _somewhere_."
Miss Essie bowed her head, mentally ejaculating, "You have!"
"And all the fossil tribes, as well as those which now exist, are divided into two great cla.s.ses,--those which wear their bones on the outside, and those which wear them within. The first have a perfect plate armour--jointed and fitted and carved, piece by piece; but the inner framework is merely cartilaginous. The others, while they _shew_ nothing but pliant flesh, have an internal structure of bone which can outlast ages."
"Curious!" said Miss Essie, eying him all the while carefully. "Then I suppose we are all fishes!"
"I was thinking--apropos to our talk awhile ago--of the intangible, unseen nature of a Christian's strength. The moment his defence is worn on the outside, that moment there is a failure of strength within. His real armour of proof is nothing more 'rigid,' Miss Essie, than 'the girdle of truth,' 'the breastplate of righteousness,' and 'for a helmet the hope of salvation.'"
"Very good armour," said Miss Essie; "but can't he wear it without being unlike other people?"
"_Can_ he?"
"Look here," said Squire Stoutenburgh, "what have you been about? If you've been studying anatomy, Mr. Linden, I'll go learn dancing!"
And the conversation diverged.
CHAPTER x.x.xII.
Faith pondered probably Miss Essie's enigmatical words; but she said nothing on the subject even to her mother. Other people's words and looks had produced their share of disturbance at the time; disturbance that Faith did not like to recollect. And she would not recollect it, practically. It left no trace on her face or behaviour. The simplicity of both, unchanged in a whit, testified for her that her modesty would not take such hints from other people's testimony, and that there was no folly in her to be set fluttering at the suggestion.
The next Wednesday morning was one of great promise,--fair and soft and quiet, with November's suns.h.i.+ne softening November's brown dress.
"I think, Miss Faith," Mr. Linden said before he went off after breakfast, "that you should take a short run or two, before you try that long one to Mattabeeset."
"A run, Mr. Linden? Didn't I have one last night?"
"Truly yes,--but I mean on horseback. Will you take such a one to-day?"
"Yes!" said Faith, looking different things, especially pleasure,--"but Mr. Linden, I don't know where I am to get a horse. Crab can't go now."
"Well, as I am to play the part of page, and run by your side," said Mr. Linden, "I am rather glad he can't!--no disrespect to his other good qualities. When will you be ready, Miss Faith?"
The hour fixed upon had need to be early, for the days were short; so though books had a little time after dinner, it was but a little. Then the horses came; and Mr. Linden took Faith in charge, with words from her mother that might have been very useful if they had been needed,--which in his case they hardly were. A fact which his reply, or the manner of it, seemed to impress upon Mrs. Derrick's mind, for she saw them ride off with nothing but pleasure.
Other people saw them with a variety of emotions All the boys they met (except Sam) looked unqualified delight,--from her window Mrs.
Stoutenburgh gave them a gay wave of her hand; Miss Bezac on the sidewalk absolutely turned to look again. They rode leisurely up the gra.s.sy road, hardly beyond a walk at first, and it was not till the houses grew few and the road more open, that Faith had her promised run: which was but an easy trot, after all.
"You must begin very gently, Miss Faith," said her companion as they walked their horses up a little hill. "Look how those topsails mark the water line!"
"Yes--don't you like to see the white sails peeping over the trees? I always do. But Mr. Linden, I don't get tired easily--you needn't be afraid. I can go just as fast as you like." She looked enough in the mood.
"You know I am interested in the matter,--if I should come home to-morrow and find you gone to sleep at midday--I should lose my French lesson! Now you may have another run."
This run was rather a long one, yet came to an unexpected end, for turning a woody point in the road the two riders saw a wagon before them, so directly in their way, that the run changed to a walk even before they perceived that the wagon was in distress. Some bit of harness, some pin, had given way, and the driver had dismounted to repair damages. But moody, or intent upon his work, Faith's horse was close upon him before he looked up--then she saw it was Squire Deacon.
He looked down again as suddenly, with only a slight motion of his hand to his hat.
Faith's first impulse would have been to rush on; but she checked that.
Her next would have been to wait and leave somebody else to speak first; but she overcame that too. So it was her very clear gentle voice that asked,
"Are you in trouble here, Mr. Deacon?"
The Squire had no time to give his answer, and scarce a moment wherein to concoct it, for Mr. Linden had dismounted and now came between Faith's horse and the wagon, with,--"What is the matter, Squire Deacon?--can I help you?"
The Squire looked up them, full, with a face that darkened as he looked.
"It's you, is it?" he said slowly. "I thought it was Dr. Harrison!"
"Can I help you?" Mr. Linden repeated--and the tone was a little peremptory.
Sullenly and slowly the Squire told the damage--the broken harness, the lost lynch-pin; and let Mr. Linden take the first out of his hands, and do what he chose with it; looking on the while--then by degrees taking hold himself and working with him as with any other man, but throwing off jealously the kindness of his helper's words or manner. It was a grave kindness, certainly, but it did not belie the name. Faith sat looking on. After awhile her voice broke the silence.
"Did you say a lynch-pin was wanting, Mr. Deacon?"
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