The Girls of St. Olave's Part 23
You’re reading novel The Girls of St. Olave's Part 23 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!
All these were on the other side.
But he knew, and his head dropped upon his folded arms with a groan--he knew that none of these things would keep him from satisfying his desire; that they could give him no strength to resist.
They might indeed claim his attention for a little while, but surely, as those smiling friends predicted, he would drift back to the old temptation.
There were real tears of shame and mortification in his eyes, as he lifted them to the sky once more. Oh! if he could only begin again; if he had only been brought up as an abstainer, as children were brought up now-a-days; if he had only taken his stand that side, as a young man, like companions of his own youth had done; if only he had been born strong and not with this weakness.
But all such regrets were unavailing. He knelt there in the moonlight what he was, what he had been made, what he had made himself, and there was something in him that told him that to-night was a deciding point in his life.
And to drift needed no strength, no anything. Only just to get up from his knees and to go upstairs to bed, and to wake again to the old life in the morning.
But the very fact that he was kneeling came to his mind to remind him, and the quiet sky above him spoke to him of strength and peace, and suddenly he bowed his head upon the sill.
"Oh, G.o.d, what shall I do?" he moaned. And softly, a voice out of the past--his sweet old grandmother's voice--came to him with words he had never heard or heeded, since she taught them to him in his childhood.
"While we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the unG.o.dly."
Without strength--the unG.o.dly. That was himself, and for him Christ died!
The dawn was creeping up the eastern sky when John Gray softly closed the window and went upstairs, and there was the dawn of hope in his heart too, for in his life the Sun of Righteousness had risen with healing in His wings.
It was the next day after this that Reggie Alston received a letter with the Old Keston post-mark, but after the first glance he laid it down indifferently. It was not from Gertrude.
After her birthday letter he had expected another pretty soon, because it had been like her old letters and she had apologised for its brevity, but none had come.
This was only from his aunt. She might, however, mention Gertrude! He opened it and glanced at the opening words. When was she to expect him for his holidays?
He sighed as he thought how long it was till the end of September, when he was to have his holiday. He had so hoped it would be arranged during the school vacation, but it had not been.
He turned the page of his aunt's epistle and then his face changed from listlessness to keen interest.
"I think," wrote his aunt, "that you cannot have heard that little Maud Brougham has been stolen. I thought Gertrude would of course write you all about it, but you did not mention it in your last letter to me, and perhaps, as Gertrude was to blame, she has not liked to write."
And then his aunt proceeded to tell Reggie all the story, and all the stories that had grown upon it. Perhaps in her delight in having so interesting a tale to tell, she forgot what such a story might mean to Reggie, for he had never made any secret of his whole-hearted devotion to Gertrude, but certainly she did not spare Gertrude, and to do Reggie's aunt justice, she fully believed most of the stories of flirtation and coquetry.
Gertrude had been very little to see her of late, and in the light of these tales, she naturally put her own interpretation on the neglect.
Reggie slept very little that night, and it was with a very pale face that he knocked at Mr. Gray's private door in the morning.
"Are you ill?" asked the Manager kindly.
Reggie shook his head with a faint smile.
"Mr. Gray," he said, "you know my holiday is a fortnight in the end of September. Could you possibly make an exception for me and let me have four days now, and give up September entirely?"
"My dear boy! it would not be at all good for you. What's the matter?
Anybody at home ill?"
"No! I've only an aunt."
"Is it the one and only girl in all the world?"
Reggie nodded, and a deep flush swept over his face. "She's in trouble. Her little sister has been stolen," he said, feeling some explanation was due.
"Does she care for you?"
"No, I don't think so," said Reggie sadly, "but I should like to go.
It's all I can do, and it doesn't matter about my part of it, any way."
"You shall go!" said the Manager quietly. "You shall go by to-night's mail. Perhaps things will be better than you fear. You'll be in London this time to-morrow morning."
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE MEETING OF THE WAYS.
Jim could not forget Harry all day. The hours seemed to drag, and again and again he caught himself wondering if the time seemed as long to the little prisoner, shut within his four walls, with no one to speak to. He determined to go home immediately after his work and take the child for a tram-ride. Even his dinner beer tasted bitter to him to-day, and when he left his work and turned his steps homewards he still had fourpence of his precious sixpence left, wherewith to pay the tram fare.
He was annoyed to find that Jane had not returned, and that there was no supper ready; but he ate what he could find and made a cup of tea.
"I'm going to take you on a tram, Harry," he said, laying his hand affectionately on the boy's shoulder. "Why, child!" he added in astonishment, "your coat's wet! What have you been doing?"
Harry's face clouded. He had forgotten the broken jug for a few minutes in the joy of his uncle's return.
"I broke aunt's jug," he said faintly, "and I all got wetted."
Jim got up and went to inspect the extent of the damage, and he whistled when he saw it.
"Aunt will whip me," said Harry mournfully.
"She'd better not!" said Jim fiercely; "it's _my_ jug. I'll get another on Sat.u.r.day. Come, let's get ready and be gone before she comes in."
He rubbed his hand over Harry again consideringly. His knickers had dried upon him, but his coat was still very damp.
"You ought to put something else on," said Jim. "What have you got?"
"There's my frock," cried Harry eagerly, "my little frock, what mother made. It's in that box."
Jim pulled out the box and helped Harry strip off the wet coat. The child gave a little s.h.i.+ver, but Jim scarcely noticed it then. He was in a hurry to be off, and in a minute Harry was arrayed in the frock over the knickers, and the two went downstairs hand in hand, just as they had come at Easter-time.
It was a pleasant evening, but the wind was fresh, and all there was of it met them on the top of the tram; but no thought of danger crossed Jim's mind. Harry was very happy and quite ready to chatter after his long day of enforced silence, and though by and by he became very quiet, Jim thought he was tired and took him on his knee, where he fell asleep.
But all night long he tossed and moaned, and when the morning came, instead of being awake with the birds, he lay heavily asleep, with flushed cheeks and quick drawn breath.
Jim stood looking down on him with a frown. Then he made himself some coffee for dinner and went over for another look at the child.
The Girls of St. Olave's Part 23
You're reading novel The Girls of St. Olave's Part 23 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.
The Girls of St. Olave's Part 23 summary
You're reading The Girls of St. Olave's Part 23. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: Mabel Mackintosh already has 634 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
- Related chapter:
- The Girls of St. Olave's Part 22
- The Girls of St. Olave's Part 24