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MADELINE LESLIE<br> +</p> + +<p class="t4"> +AUTHOR OF "HOME LIFE," "LESLIE SERIES,"<br> +"TIM THE SCISSORS GRINDER," ETC., ETC.<br> +<br> +————<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<p class="t3"> +"Out of the depths have I cried to Thee, O Lord."—<em>David.</em><br> +</p> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image003" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image003.jpg" alt="image003"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<p class="t4"> +BOSTON:<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +PUBLISHED BY IRA BRADLEY & CO.<br> +</p> + +<p class="t4"> +SUCCESSORS TO HENRY HOYT.<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p class="t4"> +Copyrighted<br> +<br> +By IRA BRADLEY & CO.<br> +<br> +1879.<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p class="t3b"> +DEDICATION.<br> +<br> +—————<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="t4"> +TO MY<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +Precious Little Ones,<br> +</p> + +<p class="t4"> +THESE VOLUMES ARE INSCRIBED, BY THEIR LOVING<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<span style="margin-left: 22.5em;">GRANDMOTHER.</span><br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p class="t3b"> +CONTENTS.<br> +</p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image004" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image004.jpg" alt="image004"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_1">CHAPTER I.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +SUNSET<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_2">CHAPTER II.</a><br> +</p> +<p class="poem"> +RETROSPECTION<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_3">CHAPTER III.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +THE MISSIONARY ASSOCIATION<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_4">CHAPTER IV.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +THE GATHERING CLOUD<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_5">CHAPTER V.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +THE CLERGYMAN'S DAUGHTER<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_6">CHAPTER VI.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +FRIENDSHIP<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_7">CHAPTER VII.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +THE BURDEN SHARED<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_8">CHAPTER VIII.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +CONFIDENCE<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_9">CHAPTER IX.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +AULD ROBIN GRAY<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_10">CHAPTER X.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +THE SQUIRE'S PARTY<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_11">CHAPTER XI.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +THE IMPORTANT LETTER<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_12">CHAPTER XII.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +THE CRUEL INNUENDO<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_13">CHAPTER XIII.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +THE DAUGHTER'S GRIEF<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_14">CHAPTER XIV.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +COUNSEL AND CLIENT<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_15">CHAPTER XV.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +"THY WILL BE DONE"<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_16">CHAPTER XVI.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +THE TELEGRAM<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_17">CHAPTER XVII.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +THE GATE OF HEAVEN<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_18">CHAPTER XVIII.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +THE STRANGE PROPOSITION<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_19">CHAPTER XIX.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +THE COMMITTEE OF REFERENCE<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_20">CHAPTER XX.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +THE ASTOUNDING DISCOVERY<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_21">CHAPTER XXI.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +GOD'S ANSWER TO PRAYER<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +<a href="#Chapter_22">CHAPTER XXII.</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +CONCLUSION<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image005" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image005.jpg" alt="image005"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="t2"> +<b>OUT OF THE DEPTHS.</b><br> +</p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image006" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image006.jpg" alt="image006"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_1">CHAPTER I.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>SUNSET.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>IT was the close of a lovely day in October, in the year of our +Lord—but no matter what year. The morning king had been heralded by +a rich display of fireworks: and now his departure caused a gorgeous +illumination of the whole western sky. Purple and orange and amber and +scarlet, rose bank upon bank, each color vying with the others in its +endeavor to do honor to the departing monarch.</p> + +<p>The place was Canterbury, a thriving village in the suburbs of the +large city of —.</p> + +<p>In a room with a pretty bay window looking towards the West, and which +was obviously used as a study or library, a man of grave, earnest +countenance, sat gazing upon the gorgeous scene.</p> + +<p>"Wondrous beauty!" he murmured. "The work of thy fingers, O God. Thou +hast prepared the light and the sun."</p> + +<p>"Shall I tell you, Henry?" inquired a soft voice at his side. "Of +what I was thinking as I looked upon that display of splendor? These +precious words flashed into my mind:</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'For the Lord God is a sun and shield.'<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"Surely a Being who can paint the heavens like that before us, with the +sun as a centre from which all those gorgeous hues radiate,—who likens +himself to a sun, has power to throw light upon the darkest paths. +Believe me, Henry, according to his promise, He will be a shield to us +in the coming storm."</p> + +<p>A profound sigh was for a moment the only answer. Then the man, trying +to infuse a tone of hopefulness into his voice, said:</p> + +<p>"Thank you, Mary, and I thank God continually, that in the midst of my +trials, I have a hopeful wife. But," he added, sighing again, "I am +heavily burdened. I feel strangely desponding to-night. The adversary +of souls has been busy with me. I am ready to sink. If it were not for +you and our children, I would like to flee and hide myself from the +face of man."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Henry! Oh, my husband! You have indeed been tempted. That would +look like guilt, and you are as innocent of this crime as a new born +babe."</p> + +<p>"In intention, I certainly am."</p> + +<p>"Well, isn't that enough to make us thankful all our lives? Suppose +now, that you had violated your trust, you might then talk of hiding +yourself from man: and I should want to take the children and fly with +you. But we could not hide from God: and only think of the horror +of feeling His anger,—of not daring to ask Him to be our friend and +protector and sun and shield, and refuge from all danger. Oh, Henry, +think of that; nothing certainly, now that you are innocent, can make +us wretched, like knowing that our heavenly Father is angry with us."</p> + +<p>"You are right, Mary, and I am wrong,—wanting in faith in Him who +afflicteth his children for their profit. Like Job I will try to say,—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'Shall we receive good at the hand of the Lord, and shall we not +receive evil?'"<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"Look, Henry, the sun has sunk out of sight, but we know, because we +have the promise, that it shall rise again to-morrow to gladden our +hearts. Why can't we feel the same confidence in his promise to work +all things for good to those who love him. You remember the precious +words you took for a text, just before your voice failed.</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'The Lord upholdeth all that fall, and raiseth up all those that be +bowed down.'"<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"Yes, Mary, those are indeed precious words. I have pleaded them in +prayer, and felt their power of late as I never did before,—and the +following verses,—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'The Lord is nigh to all them that call upon Him, to all that call +upon Him in truth. He will fulfil the desire of them that fear Him: He +also will hear their cry, and will save them. The Lord preserveth all +them that love Him: but all the wicked will he destroy.'"<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"Oh, Henry, it does seem as if those words were written expressly for +us. I have never felt so hopeful since—since our trouble came. I see +now why we've had temptations from Satan. We've been trying to carry +our burden ourselves, instead of asking help from above. We won't do so +any more, will we?"</p> + +<p>She passed her arm within his, as she spoke, and he turned his face +towards hers, with a glance fraught with love, anxiety and tenderness. +This expression was quickly followed by one of anguish, which in the +deepening twilight she did not see. And it was happy for her that she +did not.</p> + +<p>The bell at this moment summoned them to supper, a summons they at +once obeyed, and presently entered an adjoining apartment, sitting +and dining room combined, where Marion, Ruth and Josey stood ready to +receive the praises they felt to be their due for having prepared so +tempting a repast.</p> + +<p>A double pile of smoking hot waffles, buttered and sugared to the +taste, was flanked on one side by a dish of stewed pears, and on the +other by a plate of fresh gingerbread. Tea for the elders, and milk for +the children, finished the bill of fare for the meal.</p> + +<p>The Rector took his station behind his chair, and with his right hand +slightly raised, as was his custom, proceeded to invoke God's blessing +on the food his providence had provided, after which all took their +seats.</p> + +<p>While the younger ones, at least, enjoyed their meal unmindful of cares +or anxieties, we will go back a few years in the history of the family, +and explain the nature of the burden which had fallen on the parents.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image007" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image007.jpg" alt="image007"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image008" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image008.jpg" alt="image008"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_2">CHAPTER II.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>RETROSPECTION.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>REV. Henry Washburn settled in the ministry at the age of twenty-eight +years. Soon after his graduation from the divinity school,—where we may +add he took first rank in his class—he was called to be Rector of St. +Mark's, a flourishing parish in Canterbury. There was no Rectory, and +he spent two-thirds of the small patrimony he had inherited from his +parents, in purchasing a small house at a short distance from the then +new church edifice. Connected with the house, and without which the +owner would not sell, were fourteen acres of land in a lamentable state +of starvation, for want of fertilization. For years this was only fit +for the growth of sorrel, with occasional tufts of coarse grass, from +which last it acquired the respectable name of pasturage.</p> + +<p>To this home, the young Rector, a few months after his installation, +brought his bride Mary Lawton, as ardent and full of zeal for the +glorious cause of bringing souls to the knowledge and love of Christ, +as her husband. By the blessing of his great Master upon his faithful, +unwearying labors, his ministry had been eminently a successful one. +The list of names in the catalogue of church members, doubled and +trebled in the course of seventeen years, nor were they mere names, but +live, working men, women and children, the majority of whom let their +light shine to win others from darkness, instead of hiding it under a +bushel.</p> + +<p>Every man has his hobby, and it was true that the Rector had his. +He talked about it in season and out of season. He preached upon it +directly and indirectly. His hobby was founded upon this text as +applied to Christians:—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'By their fruits ye shall know them.'"<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"It is of small value," he said, repeatedly, "for a man to make +professions of godliness, if he does not live a godly, righteous and +sober life. If he professes benevolence toward his fellow creatures, +and will not give a dollar to save them from starvation, what is his +profession worth? If he professes temperance, and is known to indulge +in the wine cup—to visit drinking saloons, and prefers for associates +men with bleared eyes and tottering limbs, will he be an honor or a +disgrace to his profession? If he professes love to the Saviour, who +shed his blood to procure pardon for the guilty, and never raises his +voice to warn or to win those around him, what is his profession worth?"</p> + +<p>While the church flourished, and its members became an example for +others, the Rector's home grew more beautiful within and without. An +immense, ark-like barn, stood at the lower end of his land, at the +corner of two streets. At a convenient opportunity, he sold this and +ten thousand feet of land, to a gentleman who finished the building +off for a factory for painting oil-cloth. The money thus derived, gave +him the means of adding another story to his small house, and an L in +the rear of the kitchen; the room previously used for cooking being +converted into a sitting and dining room. One of the front rooms was +the Rector's study, the other a parlor, seldom used in winter. On the +South end, a wide piazza without a covering, ran the whole length, +including the portico covered with woodbine and prairie rose, which had +been built with the house.</p> + +<p>From the dwelling, the ground sloped suddenly down to the street, a +distance of about fifty feet. Access to this had formerly been gained +by an awkward flight of stone steps, and an overgrown foot-path to the +front door. In the course of time, a pretty, shaded avenue was opened, +which curved up from a gate on one side to the door, and then down to +a gate at equal distance on the other. Then the old path was ploughed +up, enriched and sodded with grass like the rest of the lawn—the stone +steps given to a neighboring farmer in payment for the work on the new +lawn.</p> + +<p>Another year saw little patches of flowers in the form of rhombuses and +rhomboids, and various other mathematical figures to suit the taste of +the ladies: for by this time there were small duplicates of our friend +Mary, the eldest, by name Emily, volunteering her opinion freely on the +subject of landscape gardening, without waiting to be urged to do so.</p> + +<p>Still later, the dearly loved home was rendered perfect,—to the +inmates at least—by the bay window thrown out by Emily from papa's +study, while he was gone to Convention. The means to pay John Pratt & +Sons, carpenters and jobbers, being turned into this channel from the +original one of purchasing a black silk dress, of quality sufficiently +firm to stand alone, said silk to be a gift from Mrs. Emily Lawton, her +aunt for whom she was named.</p> + +<p>During all these years, the sum of three thousand dollars remaining +from the Rector's patrimony, over and above the purchase of the farm, +had been left at interest in a bank in the neighboring city, where +it had swelled to what the owners considered a very neat little +fortune. From time to time, as his family increased, his people +had considerately added to his salary. He had a wife who was truly +a helpmeet, four children like olive plants around his table, an +affectionate, appreciative flock, and a wide field for usefulness in +the service of a Master, whom his soul loved.</p> + +<p>He often asked himself, "Was ever man so favored of the Lord as I am +favored?"</p> + +<p>Emily Lawton was in her eighteenth year, when her father, while +returning from evening service at his mission chapel, was overtaken by +a shower, and got so wet that a violent cold followed, which completely +prostrated him. An affection of the lungs succeeded, the worst symptom +being the entire loss of voice. A most pleasing solicitude was +manifested by his people, who generously hired a supply for the pulpit, +and allowed his salary to go on month after month. Then they voted +him a generous sum to pay the expense of his spending one winter in a +warmer climate, promising that his family should not want while he was +away.</p> + +<p>It was not till the end of a year from the commencement of his illness, +that the parish with great reluctance consented to the sundering of the +tie which had so happily bound them to their Rector for twenty years.</p> + +<p>Mr. Washburn, on his return from the South, finding his voice still +insufficient for the demands of the pulpit, sent his resignation to his +wardens, with an earnest request that they would accept it, stating +that his conscience would not allow him longer to remain their pastor, +while not able to perform a pastor's duties: and closing with a fervent +prayer that God would direct them to a man who would proclaim to them +the truth as it is in Jesus, as he had, though in a most humble manner, +endeavored to do.</p> + +<p>This request caused great excitement in the parish. All the female +portion exclaimed against it, and many of the male members. +Churchwardens and vestry were inclined to the opinion that they had +better hire a preacher for a year, and allow their dearly loved Rector +time to recover. In the end, however, Mr. Washburn convinced them +that it was wisest both for them and him, that a new Rector should be +settled over them. He promised, however, to remain for the present +among them, assuring them that they would always be like loved children +to him and to his wife.</p> + +<p>I wish to be minute concerning these facts, because of their connection +with after events.</p> + +<p>When the separation finally took place, a large number of the church +and parish met at the house of their late Rector, and presented him +with a purse of money as a token of their deep affection. No man was +more prominent in expressing his regret at the resignation than a +member bearing the euphonious name of Barnes Bailey, who had once +incurred the censure of his Rector, and at length even expulsion +from the church. He had, however, forsaken his evil ways, and been +readmitted to the fellowship of the church.</p> + +<p>If any one had ever doubted the sincerity of his penitence, and the +truthfulness of his grateful affection toward one who had checked him +in his downward career, his conduct on this occasion was calculated +to set their doubts at rest. He shed tears as he warmly pressed Mr. +Washburn's hand at parting, and thanked him for the faithfulness and +watchful care which had "plucked him as a brand from the burning."</p> + +<p>Still there was one who secretly doubted him, who distrusted his piety +and his ready tears. This one was Emily Lawton, the Rector's daughter.</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image009" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image009.jpg" alt="image009"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_3">CHAPTER III.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>THE MISSIONARY ASSOCIATION.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>LONG before Mr. Washburn had found the bottom of the purse presented +by his people, he had received an appointment to be Secretary and +Treasurer of one of the great benevolent societies of the day. +The appointment was particularly acceptable, as it brought him +into constant association with those who had long been intimate +friends,—gentlemen with whom he had labored and prayed for the +advancement of the cause of missions. This appointment also enabled him +to live in his own house at Canterbury.</p> + +<p>Though his voice was still feeble, he was thankful to find that as +his general health became firm, he could speak with more ease. As his +business required him to visit the parishes in the Diocese, and as far +as possible to present the cause of missions, his first object was to +prepare a plain statement of facts, with which he was already perfectly +familiar. This lecture, or sermon, from the text, "Go ye into all the +world and preach the gospel to every creature," became exceedingly +popular. With various changes and amplifications, Mr. Washburn preached +it more than a hundred times in the course of the succeeding two years. +Never had the funds of the society been so large as during this period.</p> + +<p>But to return to Mr. Washburn's family. Emily and Marion, the two +elder girls, had been educated by their father with great care. Emily, +in particular, discovered a special aptness for the acquisition of +languages, and her father, who ranked among the first as a classical +scholar, had taught her Latin and Greek. With German and French she was +also familiar,—Mr. Washburn having playfully enforced a law that there +should be a German day and a French day, when at meals not a word of +English should be spoken.</p> + +<p>Music, both social and instrumental, was, however, Emily's specialty. +Long before her tiny fingers could span an octave, her mother commenced +teaching her the scales upon a piano brought with her as a bride. From +the time she was sixteen, Emily had enjoyed the advantage of a teacher +in the neighboring city, going thither twice a week for the purpose, in +an omnibus which ran hourly between the two places.</p> + +<p>Except occasional visits to her aunt Emily and her grandmother Lawton, +the young girl had seen little of the world. It was quite natural, +therefore, that on her father being thrown out of employment, she +should urge her desire to leave home, and become a teacher of music.</p> + +<p>This project at first met with strong opposition. But circumstances +arose which caused Emily to urge her request with great vigor, and her +parents, with reluctance, gave a conditional consent.</p> + +<p>The circumstance alluded to was this. Mr. Bailey, or Barnes Bailey, +as he was universally called, had fallen into the habit of calling +at the house of his former Rector with great frequency, and when +there, directed much of his conversation to Emily. Mr. Washburn, in +the overflowing of a heart full of love and charity, entertained a +special regard for the young man, whom he believed himself to have +been instrumental in assisting, and whom he considered sincere in his +expressions of deep penitence. He therefore welcomed the gentleman with +great cordiality to his house and table. Mrs. Washburn, taking the +initiative from her husband, also treated him with marked kindness.</p> + +<p>Not so Emily. When obliged to be present during his calls and visits, +she treated him as coolly as civility would allow. His approach to +the house was her signal for leaving it if possible, certainly, of +returning to her own chamber. As his attention to her became more +marked, her distrust and dislike of him increased. She began to shudder +when she met the glance of his usually cold, gray eye, but she kept +these feelings locked in her own breast. Not even to her sister Marion, +her loving confidant on almost every subject, did she hint at her +suspicions and her distrust; and so skilfully did she excuse herself on +the plea of other engagements that for a long time no one suspected her +motive in absenting herself from the room.</p> + +<p>Barnes Bailey was, however, not a man to be hindered when he had set +his heart upon any object. He determined, if Emily would not see him, +she should read his letters, and from this time, presented her with +little missives delivered by her brother Josey, who was innocent enough +to believe what was told him by Barnes, that the notes contained Sunday +School questions. Whatever they did contain, Emily's fine eyes flashed +whenever she found one of these epistles on her table, and threw +several of them into the fire without reading.</p> + +<p>A day soon arrived when she was obliged to meet the subject face to +face. Her father, one morning, requested her to walk with him to visit +an old parishioner who was dying in consumption. He then handed her a +letter which, with a smile, he requested her to read. It contained a +proposition for her hand in marriage, with the implication that the +writer had her consent to address her father.</p> + +<p>"It is false!" she cried, her eyes flashing, and her thin nostrils +dilating with anger. "I have never given him the least encouragement. +The letters to which he here alludes, I threw into the fire without +unsealing."</p> + +<p>"But why, my daughter? The offer he makes is an honorable one, though +I am far from wishing you to form an engagement at so early a period +of life. It took me by surprise at first. You are a mere child, only +little, loving Emily to me, my dear."</p> + +<p>"I am almost out of my teens, father," she answered, returning his +smile, "old enough to decide that I never will marry Barnes Bailey."</p> + +<p>"What reason shall I give him, child?"</p> + +<p>"Tell him that I despise him, but he must be a fool not to know that +already. No, I don't think him a fool. I think him mean, low in his +tastes, and capable of any villainy to compass his ends. There, +father," she said with a shudder. "I have given you my answer, and I +hope never to hear his name again. I'm sure you and mother don't wish +to get rid of me."</p> + +<p>Her father drew her hand still closer within his own, gazing with a +grave smile into her face, still glowing with unwonted excitement. +For some time they walked on in silence, the rector pondering upon, +and wondering at his daughter's words. He did not think it the time +to caution her against her too hasty judgment, but resolved to take +another opportunity to do so. On the whole, he was extremely gratified +that she had formed no attachment to a man who, after all, was stained +in the eyes of the community.</p> + +<p>As they approached the house where the sick woman lived, Emily +slackened her steps.</p> + +<p>"Father," she said, "I can't stay in Canterbury. I've been annoyed +with that man long enough. I wish you would consent to my writing Ella +Sampson. You know she is in Mrs. Duxbury's family school, where a few +weeks ago the situation of music teacher was vacant. If I write her at +once, I may get it. You would like me to be with Ella, and I'm sure I +could get a splendid note of recommendation from Monsieur Rolfe."</p> + +<p>Mr. Washburn paused in his walk, and fixed his eyes absently on the +ground.</p> + +<p>Presently he said, "I must consult your mother, child."</p> + +<p>"Does she know of Barnes' letter, sir?" the color rising in her cheeks +again.</p> + +<p>"Yes, she has read it."</p> + +<p>"I'll go home and talk with her. If she consents, I will write to Ella +by the next mail. But, father, please say nothing of my plan, now or +any time. It is enough for any one that I have left town. I will not +have letters like this forwarded to me."</p> + +<p>She looked in his face, read a half consent, and ran away, leaving him +to go into the house, and minister consolation to the dying woman.</p> + +<p>At the end of two hours when he returned, Emily's letter to her friend +was already on its way.</p> + +<p>In a week, she had joined Miss Sampson at the school, which was +situated in the large town of U—, two hundred miles from Canterbury.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image010" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image010.jpg" alt="image010"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image011" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image011.jpg" alt="image011"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_4">CHAPTER IV.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>THE GATHERING CLOUD.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>MR. WASHBURN had for some time occupied his position as Secretary and +Treasurer of the Missionary Association, and had become thoroughly +identified with its interests, when after a Sunday of unusual fatigue, +he went to his office in the city before returning to his home. It +was a hot, sultry day in August, and he had risen in the morning with +dizziness and pain in his head. Since then he had travelled forty miles +in the cars, and he acknowledged to himself that it would be wise to +reach home as soon as possible.</p> + +<p>There was no one in the room with him but his clerk, who, by the way, +was Barnes Bailey. As his dizziness increased, he tried to say, "I +am not well. You had better call the doctor." But the words were too +indistinct to be understood. This was the last of his recollection.</p> + +<p>When he recovered his consciousness, he found himself in a chamber +unfamiliar to him, no person in sight, but an exquisite picture of the +Christ hanging on the wall opposite the bed. With his first movement, +however, his wife started from her position at his side. Seeing that he +recognized her, she uttered a fervent "Thank God!" then bent down and +kissed his forehead, tears of joy, meanwhile, starting to her eyes.</p> + +<p>"I remember," he said faintly. "I was ill and became unconscious. Where +am I now?"</p> + +<p>"With good friends, dear, but you mustn't talk. I'll tell you all, +by-and-by."</p> + +<p>"How long have I been here?"</p> + +<p>"This is Wednesday. Barnes Bailey came out to Canterbury Monday noon. +I found you had been brought here. Now you must rest; the Doctor will +soon be in."</p> + +<p>After a fortnight's convalescence Mr. Washburn was able to resume his +labors, but during the succeeding autumn, he had several slight returns +of what he called dizziness, and what his physician called indigestion. +These were followed by longer or shorter periods of unconsciousness, no +attack being as severe as the first.</p> + +<p>On recovering from one of these, he found a letter on his office table +in his own handwriting, which astonished and even alarmed him. The +letter was addressed to a brother clergyman, but was so disconnected +and one side of the object that it could not have failed of being +misunderstood. He tore it into pieces and threw it into the waste +basket, with a profound feeling of gratitude that it had not been sent. +At the same time, he resolved that, when under the influence of these +seizures, he would not attempt the transaction of business. Between the +Rector and his clerk a pleasant relation existed, notwithstanding past +events. Mrs. Washburn, too, after Barnes' apparent sympathy when her +husband lay ill, treated him in a more unreserved manner than since his +proposition for her daughter.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>In the winter, Mr. Washburn was sensibly in more confirmed health than +for several years. He went back and forth from his office nearly every +day, instead of twice a week as at first. He labored without ceasing +and with great success, but at length his wife was obliged to confess +that he seemed to have a weight on his spirits. When he came home, +instead of joining his family, he went at once to his study, and here +his wife several times found him, sitting near his table, his head +propped by his hand.</p> + +<p>On her entrance, he always roused himself, and met her with a smile, +but she was not deceived.</p> + +<p>"What can it be?" she asked herself again and again.</p> + +<p>Only one slight clue to the mystery was gained during the winter. She +woke one night and found him pacing the chamber. Supposing her asleep, +he spoke aloud in a wild, incoherent way. Then stopping, he threw his +arms over his head, exclaiming,—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "Father in Heaven, help me! Am I losing my reason?"<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>Then falling on his knees, he prayed long and earnestly, though in +tones too subdued for her to understand.</p> + +<p>After this, for days when he was at home, she secretly watched him, but +could discover not the slightest symptom of insanity.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>In March, Mr. Temple, one of the gentlemen connected with the Mission +Board, came to Canterbury, but without calling on Mr. Washburn. +Marion and Ruth saw him go into several houses belonging to their +former parishioners. Mrs. Washburn, to whom they stated the fact on +their return home, thought nothing of the circumstance, and was much +surprised when her husband exhibited great excitement, questioning each +of his daughters on the subject, asking whether they were sure it was +Mr. Temple, making them describe his appearance. Then when convinced +that they had really seen him, sighing repeatedly.</p> + +<p>Resolved at length to break through this reserve, his wife, the moment +they were alone, inquired,—</p> + +<p>"Of what consequence is it whether Mr. Temple made calls in Canterbury? +You seemed to attach special importance to the fact."</p> + +<p>"Because I know what he came for, and may God forgive him."</p> + +<p>He uttered the words with a blanched face, but when she pressed him, +"Henry, my husband, tell me. What is this mystery?"</p> + +<p>He only said, faintly, "You will know soon enough, too soon, 'far' too +soon."</p> + +<p>The Saturday following, he hesitated long whether to fulfill an +engagement to preach on missions in a distant parish. Twice his wife +went to the study, but found the door locked.</p> + +<p>Listening with some anxiety, she heard his voice in earnest +supplication. Upon one petition he lingered long, as though his voice +was stifled with grief.</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "Father, help me to say, Thy will be done. But, O gracious God, if it +be right in Thy sight deliver me from snares too powerful for me."<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>For the first time, her courage gave way, and she hastened to her own +chamber where for a long time, she wept convulsively. For months, +anxious forebodings had weighed upon her spirits, and had seriously +affected her health. It was with an effort she partook of food enough +to sustain life, but she had never allowed her spirits to flag. Should +her husband and children witness her despondence, they would feel that +indeed all was lost.</p> + +<p>When her grief had spent itself in tears, she fell on her knees to ask +counsel of her Almighty Friend. Soothed and calmed by this exercise, +she sat down to reflect upon her duty.</p> + +<p>In a few minutes, she heard her husband's voice in the entry, asking,—</p> + +<p>"Where's your mother, Ruth? I am going to take the next coach into +town."</p> + +<p>She hurried to meet him, one resolution having been born during the +last hour, and this was to delay no longer to ask for that confidence +which she felt that she had a right to demand. To her surprise, her +husband's face was calm, almost peaceful.</p> + +<p>Observing traces of tears on her cheek, he put his arm tenderly about +her kissing her affectionately.</p> + +<p>"Don't fear, my poor darling," he said. "Our sympathizing Saviour knows +all our trials. I have been sadly wanting in faith, but I am comforted +now by His gracious promises to His children."</p> + +<p>"I'm sure I should feel better, Henry, if I knew the worst. I dread +something, I know not what."</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear. You have a right to know all that I do, but that will +not solve the mystery which enshrouds me. I have had a letter this +morning which calls me away on Monday, and I may not return till night; +possibly not till Tuesday. Then I will tell you all that I know myself."</p> + +<p>He took out his watch, glanced at the hour, then said hurriedly, "I +have asked Marion to go in town with me. You do not object?"</p> + +<p>"Would you rather have me go?"</p> + +<p>"No, dear, not to-day. I almost wish Emily were here, for your sake, +Mary, not for mine. Do the children suspect anything?"</p> + +<p>"They often say how worn and sad papa looks, nothing more."</p> + +<p>He sighed. "God knows," he faltered, "how painful it is for me to bring +sorrow on their young lives. But I will trust. Yes, 'I will trust Him +though He slay me.'"</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>It was nearly night when Marion returned, as she had taken advantage of +her trip to do some necessary business for the family. As she opened +the door into the sitting room, it was evident something had occurred +to excite her. Though less impulsive than Emily, indeed she was usually +quite calm, now her cheeks were crimson and her eyes flashing, while +her whole appearance, as she tossed her travelling bag into the chair, +betokened strong and perhaps angry emotion.</p> + +<p>"I wish I hadn't gone to town," she exclaimed, in answer to three pairs +of astonished eyes fixed full upon her. "I was never so vexed in all +my life, not for myself, but for papa: poor, dear papa. He acted like +a saint through it all. Oh, dear! I didn't know there were such horrid +people in Canterbury. Mamma, what have we done that our old friends +treat us so?"</p> + +<p>"Do explain yourself, Marion. Treat us how?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I'll try to tell you,—but I'm afraid I've done your shopping all +wrong. I couldn't keep my mind on my errands a minute, and if I hadn't +had your memorandum, I shouldn't have remembered half."</p> + +<p>"Don't talk about memorandums," cried Ruth, impatiently. "You see how +pale mamma is. You ought to tell her right off."</p> + +<p>"I'm going to as soon as I get my breath. Oh, mamma, I'm so sorry for +you!"—as she noticed her mother putting her trembling hands to her +heart. "Perhaps I'd better not say any more."</p> + +<p>"Go on," came feebly from the white lips. "Is your father safe?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes. There is nothing the matter with him, only I do love him +twenty thousand times better than ever. Well," with another glance at +her mother's blanched face, "I'll tell you all about it."</p> + +<p>"Papa and I walked dawn to the post office, and took the coach there. +On the way, he urged me to be very attentive to you, mamma, and try +to relieve you from all care,—and to keep Ruth and Josey at their +lessons,—and to practice my music. I couldn't help thinking it was +just as though he was going away for a year. I promised to be a good +girl, and do my very best. Then he stopped at the door, and kissed me +good-bye."</p> + +<p>"Why, I'm going papa," I said.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I forgot. Get right in, my dear."</p> + +<p>"Opposite us sat Hepsah Bancroft, just as stiff, with her nose up in +the air. She looked me all over to my very shoes, and sniffed in a +scornful manner. I tried not to care, and kept telling myself, 'She's +a sour old maid,' but when she wouldn't return papa's bow, but stared +at him as though he were a stranger, I wanted to scratch her. You know +how papa visited her when she was so sick, and how we had to keep her +supplied with jellies, because no one made them like ours, she said. +Oh, I was real angry with her, and I'm glad I was. I'm sure it would +have been wicked not to be.</p> + +<p>"When we reached the four corners, Mr. Morse and his son-in-law, Joseph +Gray, got in. Mr. Morse sat down by papa, before he saw who it was. +When papa spoke and offered his hand, he started and the color flew +all over his face. He just touched papa's fingers and let them drop, +and after that, he turned and began to talk to Joseph as fast as he +could. We had almost reached the city, when Hepsah Bancroft let her +pocket-book fall. I saw it under her feet, but I was too angry to tell +her. I hoped she'd lose it. She deserved to."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Marion, my dear child!"</p> + +<p>"Well, mamma, if you had been there, I believe you would have felt so +too, good as you are. I wish you could have seen her nose. Oh, dear! +After a while, papa saw the pocket-book, and picked it up for her."</p> + +<p>"'I'm afraid you would meet with some inconvenience if you lost this,' +he said, just as kindly as could be.</p> + +<p>"What do you think she did? She snatched it from his hand, without even +saying, thank you. The next minute, I heard her tell a woman next her, +'I'm sure I put it in my pocket. It's really getting unsafe to travel +in these coaches. One never knows what is going to happen.'"</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear, I hope I never shall feel so angry again! I had it on my +lips to ask, 'Who do you suspect of stealing your old pocket-book?'</p> + +<p>"When I happened to glance at papa, and there he was really smiling. He +saw how I felt, and put his hand on mine, as he said in German, 'Never +mind, my dear. As long as we have a clear conscience, it is of little +consequence what others think of us.'"</p> + +<p>"I think Hepsah Bancroft is hateful," exclaimed Josey; "I never will +get her any more leaves or ferns."</p> + +<p>"Yes, you will, Josey. Miss Bancroft has been very kind to you. I don't +understand her conduct now, but I'm sure she'll be sorry some time."</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image012" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image012.jpg" alt="image012"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_5">CHAPTER V.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>THE CLERGYMAN'S DAUGHTER.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>AT the door of a large mansion, with wings spread widely on either +side, two ladies are standing, engaged in watching the progress of a +young miss, who, under the care of an elderly gentleman, is taking her +first lesson in riding. They both laughed as she stopped in front of +the door, her face pallid with fear.</p> + +<p>"You're a little goosey," said the older lady, patting kindly the small +hand clinging to the pummel. "What are you afraid of?"</p> + +<p>"It seems so high. Oh, Mr. Duxbury, can't I get off now?"</p> + +<p>"Get off! No, indeed, Susan." He then turned to the younger lady at the +door, and said earnestly, "You promised to sing that anthem for me last +night. What excuse have you for forgetting it?"</p> + +<p>"Only this, sir," was the merry response—"that I went to the music-room +and fulfilled my pledge, but you were not there to hear it."</p> + +<p>"Ah! I am sorry; but I must attend to Susy, now."</p> + +<p>He turned back once or twice, listening to her laugh, which sounded +like chiming bells. "I envy her father," he said to himself. "She's a +perfect treasure in any home."</p> + +<p>While Mr. Duxbury is patiently following the young equestrian up and +down the maple avenue, I will endeavor to make a pen-picture of the +young lady at the door.</p> + +<p>Not more than the usual height, her erect figure, and her head carried +so daintily back from her chest, give one the impression that she is +tall. Her hair is the deepest shade of auburn, glistening and glowing +as the sun touches it, like a live thing. It is very abundant, wound +at the back into a large, loose coil, than which nothing could be more +beautiful. In front there is just enough wave to be a suitable framing +to the pure, broad brow, the ends carried back and coiled around the +rest. Her eyes are dark hazel, the expression constantly changing. +Now they are alive with fun. When she is singing, they grow dark and +deep and full of soul, almost sad; anon they flash or melt as her mood +varies. Her mouth is not very small; her lips ripe, red, and tremulous +with feeling. Just a kissable mouth, often repeated her friends, when +trying to describe her.</p> + +<p>Can you guess who this young lady is? No other than our Emily Washburn; +and this noble mansion is the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Duxbury, who +have a score of young ladies in their charge, with three resident +teachers, of whom none is more loved and petted than our Emily, who had +been in their family for two years.</p> + +<p>Mr. and Mrs. Duxbury are held in great respect by their fellow +citizens, visiting and receiving visits from the most refined people in +the town. Indeed, their monthly levees are better attended than almost +any parties in the place.</p> + +<p>Ella Sampson, Emily's friend and room-mate, has gone home for a short +recess, her place as German and French teacher being filled by Miss +Washburn.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Duxbury and Emily were still sitting on the doorsteps, when a +party of four, two ladies and two gentlemen rode gaily up the avenue.</p> + +<p>"Good evening," exclaimed Miss Lawrence, who was rather in advance of +the others. "Isn't it lovely out? We are going down the river road, and +came for Miss Washburn to accompany us."</p> + +<p>"Thank you," answered Mrs. Duxbury, fearing that Emily would refuse. +"It will do her good."</p> + +<p>"If you mean to benefit my health, I am perfectly well now," added the +young girl merrily. "I should dearly love to," with a glance toward Mr. +Duxbury, "but I have neither horse, habit, nor hat."</p> + +<p>"All of which shall be forthcoming in ten minutes, if you say the +word," answered the gentleman, warmly.</p> + +<p>"Come with me," said Mrs. Duxbury, in a gay tone. "You shall be +Cinderella, and I'll be the fairy grandmother."</p> + +<p>The old gentleman rang a bell connected with the stable, which stood at +some distance from the house, and ordered the servant who appeared, to +bring round Chestnut, with a lady's saddle.</p> + +<p>"I am very glad you called for her," he said, addressing one of the +gentlemen. "She will prove an addition to any party."</p> + +<p>"I am very sure of it, at least as sure as I can be from one glimpse of +the lady. I have never had an introduction. My cousin, Miss Lawrence, +made the proposition to come for her."</p> + +<p>Cecilia Lawrence was a native of old Virginia, but her parents removed +to Michigan when she was a child, leaving her with an aunt at the +North, to complete her education. Since leaving school, she had twice +crossed the ocean and travelled abroad, once in company with her +parents, only spending a summer in Great Britain, and a winter in Rome. +The second time, she went with her only brother, several years older +than herself, who had just graduated from a law school in New England. +This time, she passed three years most delightfully in visiting places +of sacred interest in the Holy Land, and of classic and historic fame +in many parts of Europe.</p> + +<p>On their return, Frederic Lawrence acceded to the wishes of his +parents and settled in the West, where his talents speedily attracted +attention, and in his thirty-third year, he was sent from his adopted +state as a Representative to Congress. He had been a member of the +House in Washington one year, his sister having passed the winter with +him, when she made her appearance in our story. She was now passing +several weeks with the family of Judge Wilson, the gentleman being also +a Virginian, and a cousin two or three degrees removed.</p> + +<p>At a party given by her friends for their accomplished visitor, Emily +was present, and contributed greatly to the pleasure of the company +by her fine singing, and also by the charming grace and ease of her +manners. Miss Lawrence, though several years the senior, conceived an +attachment, as warm as it was sudden, for the beautiful Emily. She +resolved to see as much as possible of the young girl during her stay +in U—.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>"What a sensation she would create in Washington!" she said to Mrs. +Wilson, after they had discussed the party, and individual members of +it. "She makes me proud of my countrywomen. I have seen no one, either +side of the water, who impressed me as so altogether charming."</p> + +<p>This opinion Miss Lawrence endorsed, with great emphasis, the morning +after the ride. And this time, she was joined enthusiastically by +George Wilson, her so-called cousin, who returned from College one day +too late for the party.</p> + +<p>"It is a perfect delight to watch one so fresh, unassuming and wholly +unconscious of her own charms," urged Cecilia, dwelling continually on +the subject. "Still I almost shrink from pursuing the acquaintance, for +fear I shall discover the blemish which stains the character of us all +in this wicked world. So far I have failed to discover any."</p> + +<p>"You make a staunch friend, Cecilia," remarked Judge Wilson, smiling +over his newspaper. "If it will please you, I will tell one remarkable +trait I noticed in the young girl the evening she was here."</p> + +<p>"Hear! Hear!" cried George, clapping his hands. "Father is a capital +critic of ladies," he murmured in an aside to his cousin. "He knows +a beautiful face, too, as well as the next one." This was said in a +louder tone.</p> + +<p>"Aye! aye! my son. But I do not call beautiful all those who catch your +fancy. Mere regularity of features, or mere brilliancy of complexion do +not, in my opinion, constitute beauty. I want to see the soul, flashing +and glowing through the eye, the cheek. This beauty I confess Miss +Washburn has. She reminded me of a description I once read of a young +lady:—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'Every thought and emotion that passed through her mind, reflected +itself upon her countenance, as the under-current of a streamlet breaks +the sunshine into ripples on the surface.'<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"But the particular trait I referred to was this. She was surrounded +with young and old of both sexes; and they all talked to her on +rational subjects—music, painting, classical literature, and she showed +an intelligent understanding of them all. I lingered in her vicinity +for some time, and not once did I hear her descend to personalities. +She has wit, but she does not use it to cut her friends. Every glimpse +that I obtained into her soul revealed innocence and grace. I envy her +father."</p> + +<p>"Good! Good! Three cheers for Judge Wilson!" shouted the young +collegian in tones so loud that his father laughingly put his fingers +to his ears.</p> + +<p>"I would give something to be by when your opinions of her character +were conveyed to her," said Cecilia, earnestly.</p> + +<p>"I'm sure," added the Judge, "she has been carefully trained by +judicious parents. Her father is a clergyman, I hear."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, but now advanced to a position of trust in the Missionary +Society of our church. So she told me last night. She is very proud of +her father, and indeed she spoke in terms of the warmest affection of +all her family. It is two years since she came to U—. This is her first +separation from them."</p> + +<p>"But not the last, if I have any influence," retorted George, rising +with a flushed cheek, and drawing up his tall form to its full height.</p> + +<p>"You talk of influence! You, a Sophomore! Ha! Ha! Ha!" laughed the +Judge, gazing at his son with a merry twinkle in his eyes. "Why, my +boy, do you suppose she will wait—let me see—three, six, nine years, +for you. It will be just about that period before you can offer to +supply her with bread and butter."</p> + +<p>"I don't consider myself a subject for ridicule," said George, with a +flushed face.</p> + +<p>"Neither do I, my boy; but a very fair one for mirth, just now."</p> + +<p>"Come, George," urged Cecilia, rising and putting her arm through his. +"Let us go to the garden, before it is too warm. I want to gather a +basket of flowers."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image013" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image013.jpg" alt="image013"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image014" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image014.jpg" alt="image014"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_6">CHAPTER VI.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>FRIENDSHIP.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>THE acquaintance between Cecilia and Emily ripened every hour. Not a +day passed which did not bring the former to the large mansion on the +hill, and scarcely an evening when she did not by argument or entreaty, +persuade the latter to accompany her to the residence of her friend +Judge Wilson.</p> + +<p>"You are spoiling me," remonstrated Emily, when on one occasion, +the old gentleman, his wife and son met her at the door, with the +cordiality of long tried friends.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Wilson, and even the Judge claimed the privilege of his gray +hairs, to kiss her glowing cheeks, while they all thanked Cecilia again +and again, for bringing her to their home.</p> + +<p>"You will spoil me with such kind attention," repeated Emily, every +feature glowing with appreciation of their cordiality.</p> + +<p>"I'll risk it, child," said the Judge, patting the well-shaped hand he +had taken in his own.</p> + +<p>"But when Cecilia goes, I shall miss you all so much."</p> + +<p>"Miss us, shall you, hey? Well, what is to hinder your coming to cheer +the old people, when the young birds have flown?"</p> + +<p>"May I? I shall be so glad. But I mustn't forget a message from papa +and mamma. Of course I have written all about you, and how kind you +have been to their little girl: and they want me to thank you. Papa +reminds me that it is one more token of my heavenly Father's love and +watchful care that Christian friends have been raised up for me, a +child away from parental restraint."</p> + +<p>"Aye! aye! dear," patting her hand again. "We're too apt to forget our +Father's hand in all our mercies. When you write again, you may tell +your parents that it is exactly such a message as I would expect from +them."</p> + +<p>"Why, do you know papa?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Emily, I know him well—through his daughter. Every time I have +seen you, I have recognized his opinion, his religion, his tastes, +carefully impressed on his child."</p> + +<p>Tears gushed to Emily's eyes. "Oh, sir, can you say so? I'm very happy. +Nothing you could have said would have made me so thankful: and I know +papa and mamma will be pleased that I have in any way honored them."</p> + +<p>"You may add to your letter," said Mrs. Wilson, "that as they have +daughters and we have none, we should regard the gift of the eldest, as +an act of Christian charity on their part."</p> + +<p>"Thank you!" repeated the ardent girl, pressing another kiss on the +old lady's lips. "I wish my parents knew you. They would express their +gratitude, so much better than I can."</p> + +<p>"I can give a guess that you had a happy home."</p> + +<p>"Never were children blessed with more loving, judicious parents. I +have always considered my father's good name better than great riches +to his children."</p> + +<p>"Yes, old Solomon was right there. A fair, unsullied name is a rich +inheritance for any children."</p> + +<p>"It is an inheritance George is blessed with," playfully remarked +Cecilia.</p> + +<p>"Don't be personal," remarked the Judge, patting her cheek; at the same +time, he looked very much gratified.</p> + +<p>At ten o'clock, a servant from the school came to attend Miss Washburn +home, and she bade her friends good-night, with a feeling that she had +never enjoyed a pleasanter or a more profitable evening.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>An hour later, Cecilia still sat in the moonlight, gazing on the quiet +scene spread out before her, but upon which her thoughts had not for a +moment been fixed. At last, she started to her feet, lit the gas as she +said half aloud, "I'll do it, and I'll do it to-night."</p> + +<p>Pausing only to fasten into the window the wire net, to prevent the +musquitoes from entering to the bright flame, she drew a portfolio from +her trunk, and still standing by her bureau, dashed off the following +lines:—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "DEAR FRED:<br> +<br> + "I wonder whether you are thinking of me. Don't be vain, old fellow, +when I tell you that for the last hour I have been thinking of you. I +have only time before midnight, to tell you the ultimatum to which I +have arrived. I claim your promise to come for me. Our friends have +succeeded in making my visit in U—, one of the pleasantest I have ever +known. Come in season to make a stay of a fortnight, and go with me +to some of the places in the vicinity, rendered sacred by historic +associations.<br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">"Love and adieu,</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 19.5em;">"CECILIA."</span><br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"How do you manage, Emily, to accomplish so much in the course of a +day?" said the same young lady, presenting herself the next morning a +few minutes before school hours.</p> + +<p>The music teacher laughed as she skilfully wound the abundant coil +around her shapely head. They were standing in front of the mirror in +her chamber, and by way of reply, she pointed to the figure five on her +watch.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean, Emily?"</p> + +<p>"I have been up since that hour, have practised forty-five minutes, +heard one class recite, a splendid recitation, too, and given two dull +pupils their music lessons."</p> + +<p>"Recite in what? I didn't know that you had any department except +music."</p> + +<p>Emily blushed slightly, as she always did when speaking of herself. +"Since my friend, Miss Sampson went away to be married, I have taught +her classes in German and French."</p> + +<p>Cecilia held up her hands. "You're a wonder of wonders. Here you are +working all day long, and yet in the evening, you're as fresh as though +you had just risen from bed."</p> + +<p>"I am the oldest daughter," laughed Emily, "and in a clergyman's +family, there is always enough work, domestic and parish, to keep one +very busy. But you give me more credit than I deserve. I had heard +Ella's classes on a few occasions when she was away, and when she +announced to Mr. Duxbury her approaching marriage, he asked me whether +I would like to take her place and salary in addition to my own. He +said his niece, who had been my pupil for a year, could relieve me by +teaching the beginners in music, and that as he should save the board +of one teacher, he could well afford to pay his niece a small salary. +Isn't he generous?"</p> + +<p>"Well!"</p> + +<p>"It was merely an experiment at first, but now that I am getting +accustomed to it, I like it vastly. My father's method of teaching us +at home, made the acquisition of languages more like play than work."</p> + +<p>"And how many languages do you boast among your accomplishments, you +wonderful genius?"</p> + +<p>"I don't boast of any, my dear, but I do boast of my punctuality, +which is a cardinal virtue, in my opinion, though a painful one in +this instance, as in three minutes it deprives me of your delightful +society."</p> + +<p>In answer to this, Cecilia removed her hat and mantilla, laying them +with her parasol on the bed. Seeing Emily's glance of surprise, she +said in French, "I am going to spend the day here and go into your +classes."</p> + +<p>In the same language, Emily answered quickly, "I'm afraid it will be +dull for you. To me it will be only pleasure. Come, the bell is ringing +for the opening exercises. I'm glad you love sacred music. My class of +girls do themselves credit by their singing."</p> + +<p>Conducting Miss Lawrence to a seat near the desk, Emily joined a group +of girls standing about the piano, and hastily selecting the beautiful +chant, "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want," commenced a soft +accompaniment on the instrument.</p> + +<p>Often as she had heard it, the words and tones thrilled the visitor to +the soul. Emily's voice, clear as a bell, rose full and sweet above the +others, her enunciation being so distinct, that every word could be +plainly heard, her pupils joining with her in such perfect time, the +whole sentiment expressed with such a true appreciation of the sacred +theme, that Cecilia seemed lifted above herself.</p> + +<p>This was followed by a short service from the prayer book, simply a +psalm and the collects for the day, with an extempore prayer from Mr. +Duxbury at the close.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Duxbury perceived that their visitor was much impressed with their +simple service, and when they were separating into different rooms, +spoke to her of it.</p> + +<p>"I can't tell you how delighted I am," murmured Cecelia, her eyes dewy +with tears. "I feel that I should be better with such helps at the +beginning of the day. Mrs. Duxbury, I envy your scholars."</p> + +<p>Emily stood waiting to speak to her. "Will you go with Mr. Duxbury for +an hour or two?" she said. "I have music scholars who I fear would be +embarrassed by your presence."</p> + +<p>"Class in Intellectual Philosophy," said the Principal from the desk.</p> + +<p>The visitor was shown to a seat, and was so much interested in the +manner of teaching, and the quick intelligent answers of the pupils, +that she was surprised when at the end of the hour, another class was +called.</p> + +<p>At eleven, the bell rang for recess, which was spent by the friends in +walking up and down the shady avenue.</p> + +<p>"You ought to be very happy, Emily," began Cecilia, in a serious tone.</p> + +<p>"I am truly so. I have yet to learn what sorrow is. The only trial I +have ever known, real trial I mean, was when papa lost his voice. You +must know my parents, Cecilia. I owe them so much."</p> + +<p>"I am prepared to love, as well as I now respect them. You are unlike +any girl of my acquaintance," and she lovingly pressed her arm within +hers.</p> + +<p>"If I have any good traits, Cecilia, such as your partiality invests +me with, I owe it all to the care which my dear papa and mamma took of +me, in common with my sisters and little brother. I should have been a +wild, headstrong girl, if papa had not checked me. Mamma's example too, +was worth everything."</p> + +<p>"Excuse me, Emily, for entering on a theme, which as many of our +flatterers suppose, is the invariable subject of young ladies' +conversation: but were you ever in love?"</p> + +<p>"Never!" was the rather indignant exclamation, as the young girl +recalled the overtures of Barnes Bailey.</p> + +<p>"I see you have some unpleasant associations with the subject, and by +that I infer—" continued Cecilia, laughing.</p> + +<p>"I confess," said Emily, blushing furiously as she interrupted her, +"that the subject has once been presented for my consideration. But +I,—oh, there's the bell?"</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image015" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image015.jpg" alt="image015"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_7">CHAPTER VII.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>THE BURDEN SHARED.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>MONDAY noon, Monday evening came, but the absent one, about whom were +clustering so many anxious forebodings, did not return.</p> + +<p>"Supper with papa's favorite dish of cream-toast, and he not here," +exclaimed Ruth, after gazing down the street from the study window. +"Let's tell Ann to set it in the warmer, mamma, and wait for the next +coach."</p> + +<p>This was agreed to by all except Joseph, who complained that he was +"so" hungry. But the next coach and three succeeding ones lumbered by, +and still the Rector came not.</p> + +<p>"He said he might not be here till Tuesday," Mrs. Washburn reminded her +daughters, trying to resist the gloom that seemed spreading all around +them. "We had better have prayers and retire."</p> + +<p>Turning aside from the chapter in course, she read with great feeling +the ninety-first psalm, dwelling for a moment on the precious promise,—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "Surely He shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler and from +the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under +his wings shalt thou trust."<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"You have often seen the hen-mother," she said, "in time of danger, +call her young brood and shelter them under her wings, covering them +almost out of sight with her feathers. There they feel perfectly +secure from harm. So our Heavenly Father, our Almighty Friend promises +to shield His children from evil. Enemies may, indeed, lurk around +and come very close, but with God for our protector, we may rest in +quietness and peace."</p> + +<p>"What a wonderful book the Bible is, mother," said Marion, with deep +feeling. "It has words of comfort for everybody."</p> + +<p>"Yes, my dear, which is one strong proof of its divine origin. Now let +us sing your father's hymn,—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +<br> +"'Nearer, my God, to thee—<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"and then ask His loving care to be around us through the night."</p> + +<p>The dear father was not forgotten in the petitions which followed. All +the family joining in them were more willing after the sweet promises +to which they had listened, to leave him in divine care.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Washburn tarried a few minutes after the rest retired, then went +to her daughters' chamber for a good-night kiss, glanced at Josey, who, +with his arms thrown over his head, had forgotten all cares in the +present or future, and then sought her own room.</p> + +<p>The night was lovely. The moon was full, and its soft rays fell upon +the floor; the shadows from a horse-chestnut tree near by flickering +and changing into graceful pictures as the leaves outside were rustled +in the gentle breeze.</p> + +<p>Carrying the light she held in her hand into the hall, she drew the +curtain to the top and stood gazing out upon the quiet scene. For some +minutes she stood thus, her heart raised in prayer to the Creator of +all this loveliness, when her attention was directed to a traveller +coming toward her across the field opposite. Almost holding her breath +with excitement, she kept her eyes fixed on the man until, as he leaped +the wall and crossed the road to enter their gate, she recognized her +husband.</p> + +<p>"Where can he have come from on foot at this hour?" she asked herself, +as she softly glided down the stairs to let him in.</p> + +<p>She was so much astonished at the wild, haggard expression that met +hers, that she was unable to articulate a word. She stood one moment +absolutely dumb, holding the open door in her hand, till he asked sadly:</p> + +<p>"Have you no welcome? I thought when all others failed me, I should be +welcomed here."</p> + +<p>"My dear husband, my own Henry. It was my surprise which, for a moment, +kept me silent. I thank God that you have returned in safety."</p> + +<p>"I am faint and weary," he murmured. "I have walked from P—."</p> + +<p>"What, three miles beyond the city! Here, lie down on the sofa and let +me cover you. You are perspiring so freely you will take cold. Now I +will have something ready for you in a minute."</p> + +<p>A door above opened softly, and a glad voice inquired,—</p> + +<p>"Has papa come? I thought I heard papa's voice."</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear, he has come."</p> + +<p>"'Welcome, dear papa, welcome home!" shouted down Marion and Ruth. "We +shall sleep better now that we know you are here."</p> + +<p>"Poor girls! Poor children! Perhaps they will not say so to-morrow +night. But I wrong them. O, God, forsake me not."</p> + +<p>Like the true wife that she was, Mrs. Washburn put by her own anxiety, +and soon appeared with a tray containing a covered dish, sugar, cream, +and a plate of cold roast beef. She ran back for a plate, knife, fork +and cup, saying, with a smile, as she set them before him,—</p> + +<p>"Fortunately the tea-kettle was almost boiling. The tea will be ready +in a minute."</p> + +<p>He seemed scarcely to hear her. He had covered his face with his hands, +and was breathing heavily.</p> + +<p>"Come, Henry. You will feel better when you have eaten. This is +Marion's toast. She made it for you, and insisted on keeping it, for we +expected you every hour until the last coach came in."</p> + +<p>"Look in the pocket of my coat for some papers," was all his reply.</p> + +<p>She took out two letters, and asked, wondering, "Is that all?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," after a glance at them, which caused a flush to rise all over +his pale face. "I thought of tearing them to pieces. I was afraid I +had."</p> + +<p>The wife's heart beat wildly. Every moment her wonder increased. "What +could he mean?" But she never doubted him.</p> + +<p>Seeing that he made no movement to rise, she pulled a small table close +to the sofa, poured out a cup of tea and held it toward him.</p> + +<p>He took the cup and drained it.</p> + +<p>"Yes," he said, "I need food. I have tasted nothing since—I can't +remember when I ate anything. It seems so long ago. What day is it, +Mary?"</p> + +<p>"Monday, dear, Monday night. Now please me by eating this," laying a +piece of rare beef upon his plate where she had already placed some +toast.</p> + +<p>He looked earnestly in her face, put up his finger and wiped away a +tear which all her self-control could not keep back, then sighing +heavily, turned to the food and did not stop until the plates were +cleared.</p> + +<p>"I feel better, stronger. Now, before you sleep, I must tell you the +trial that has befallen me. Mary, dear, faithful wife, when we pledged +our vows to each other, I did not anticipate that I should have to—But +you shall read the Bishop's letter. I cannot tell you in words with +what I am charged."</p> + +<p>She took the envelope, her hands trembling so much that she could +scarcely remove the note from its enclosure, and read the following +words:—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "REV. HENRY WASHBURN,<br> +<br> + "DEAR SIR:—It is with the most profound regret that I proceed to the +accomplishment of a duty toward one whom I have highly esteemed and +loved for his work's sake. I am credibly informed that there is a large +deficit in the funds placed in your charge. Funds raised by yourself +by contributions from churches in our diocese, for a purpose so +sacred that it would have seemed that they were in no danger of being +misapplied. Other circumstances in connection with this sad charge, +have been related to me by those in whom I have confidence. I have +endeavored hitherto to keep my mind unbiassed. There is a possibility +of mistake.<br> +<br> + "'It is unlikely,' I have urged to those who have come to me, 'that +a brother whose character has been free from stain for forty years, +should be led to commit sacrilege.'<br> +<br> + "It is my wish to see you as soon as possible, and will remain in the +city till Tuesday morning for that purpose.<br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">"Yours in Christ,—</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">"———— —————."</span><br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>The Rector scarcely drew a breath, as he sat watching the effect of +this communication upon his wife.</p> + +<p>She read it through, and then with a gasp of excitement, tossed the +letter upon the table.</p> + +<p>"You staid in the city to see the Bishop, then," she asked, her voice +tremulous with suppressed excitement. "I hope you insisted on his +telling you from whom this infamous accusation originated. I hope you +did not go to him faint from the want of food—as ghastly and pale as +you came home. I hope you convinced him that you are as incapable of +committing such a crime, as an angel from heaven. Oh, Henry, why didn't +you tell me this long ago. I understand it all now,—the conversation +suddenly checked as we entered, the looks askant, Hepsah Bancroft's +sneers. Oh, that I had known this before! I would have—"</p> + +<p>"Stop, Mary! I cannot say that the charge is unfounded."</p> + +<p>"What!" starting away from him. "I cannot have heard aright. Oh, that I +should live to hear my husband confess such a crime." With a cry which +rent his heart, the poor wife fell forward, and would have struck the +floor, had he not caught her, and laid her on the sofa.</p> + +<p>"I feared such a result," he faltered, in the saddest tone.</p> + +<p>Mary's condition began to alarm him. The fountain of her grief was +unloosed, and she sobbed till her whole frame was convulsed.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Henry, my heart is breaking. I wish I had died before you told me +this. Oh, my Emily, so proud of her father's good name. Poor child! +Poor children, all of them!"</p> + +<p>"Mary! Mary! Hear me. I don't think you understood me. Surely you, who +know me so well, cannot believe that I wilfully and in my right mind, +abstracted money from the funds in my care."</p> + +<p>Hope once more dawned in her eye, as she started up crying,—</p> + +<p>"What do you mean, then?"</p> + +<p>"You know those fits of unconsciousness? I was unfit for business +then and I might have—but no, I cannot believe it. Mary, I depend on +you to help me. I am bewildered. The torture and suspense of the last +months have told upon my nerves. One thing I can say. Before God, I am +innocent of wrong intention in this thing."</p> + +<p>"Then I care for nothing else, not for Bishops or all the world." She +clasped her arms around his neck, and imprinted passionate kisses on +his forehead, eyes and lips. She caught his hands, and fondled them as +she would the dearest treasure on earth.</p> + +<p>"Forgive me," she sobbed, again and again, "for having doubted you +for one instant. Nothing but your own words, which I misunderstood, +could have made me doubt you. No, my husband, you erred only in this, +that you did not confide to me your sorrows the first moment you +were afflicted with them. Now let us kneel, and cast our burden on +one better able to bear it than we are. One whose arms are already +outstretched to take it."</p> + +<p>"Will you pray, Mary?"</p> + +<p>They kneeled side by side, the wife still clasping her husband's hand, +while she uttered the following brief petitions:</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "We are thankful, O Lord, that we are in the presence of one who knows +the purposes of the heart, as well as the actions of the life, and that +it is by our motives for good or for evil that we shall be judged, +or condemned. We leave our cause with thee, pleading thy promises to +appear for us, and bring to light that which is dark.<br> +<br> + "Help us to avoid the sin of unkind thoughts to which we are tempted, +and to rest upon Thee with the trust of little children. For our +Saviour's sake, we, thy unworthy servants, ask these and all other +favors. Amen."<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"Now, Henry," she said, turning to her husband with a real smile, +"having given our burden to the Lord, don't let us take it back again. +Remember the sweet words you used to urge on me when you were ill, and +I was so fearful of the result:</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee: +because he trusteth in Thee.'"<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image016" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image016.jpg" alt="image016"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image017" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image017.jpg" alt="image017"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_8">CHAPTER VIII.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>CONFIDENCE.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>THE fatigue which he experienced in consequence of his long walk, +and his sensible relief in the feeling that his wife knew the worst, +caused the Rector to fall into a heavy sleep, soon after his head +touched the pillow. But through the remainder of the night, not once +did the sorrowing wife lose the recollection of the affliction which +had overtaken them. She lay a long time wondering, hoping, fearing by +turns: plan after plan for solving the mystery was made and rejected. +At length, becoming too much excited by conflicting emotions to remain +quiet, she arose and going into an adjoining room, fell upon her knees +to implore that guidance which her own unaided wisdom demanded in this +emergency.</p> + +<p>Even the knowledge that One ever watchful over his children was near, +and could, by His powerful hand sweep away all the obstacles that +lay in her husband's path, soothed and cheered her. Never had the +Father-love of God seemed so precious as now. Never had faith in His +promises seemed so much like an electric chain which connected her and +the mercy-seat. In that one hour of communion with the Father of her +spirit, she experienced a sweet confidence in His willingness to hear +her cry, a peaceful rest on Him which she never forgot. She reviewed +her own married life, and fervently thanked God for the long years of +evidence that her husband had been born of the Spirit,—that he had a +singleness of heart and of purpose in his high calling which precluded +almost the possibility that he had committed the crime of which he was +accused.</p> + +<p>"But did he abstract funds from the Association when under aberration +of mind?"</p> + +<p>This was a question more difficult to answer. The scene at midnight, +when she awoke and found him pacing the floor, praying God not to take +away his reason, occurred to her mind with great vividness. He had told +her of the letter which he had written to a brother clergyman while his +head was in such a confused state that he was unfit for the transaction +of business, and had begged her to be watchful at such times that +nothing of importance went from his hand. Might it not be possible +that, in a moment of dizziness and confusion of mind, he had retained +a part or all of the funds collected from some parish to whom he had +been preaching. If so, what had he done with this extra supply of cash? +Certainly even this seemed scarcely possible without her becoming aware +of a superfluous fund. She delighted to remember that her husband had +always been methodical and exact in his transaction of business. Early +in their married life, he had taught her the best method of keeping the +family accounts, and had always insisted that every article purchased +for home consumption should be regularly entered under the head of +expenditures.</p> + +<p>On the reception of his salary for the quarter, as long as he had been +a pastor, he counted out to her one third of the amount, as every +article was to be paid for when purchased, and kept the remainder +in his desk for the next two months. Imperative indeed must be the +necessity, such as sickness, which drew a consent from him to intrude +upon a month's payment in advance.</p> + +<p>During his long illness, the present of a purse of money from their +then affectionate people had prevented the necessity of drawing from +the bank any part of the money placed there on the death of his father, +principal and interest having been devoted to his wife and children +in case of his decease,—an arrangement which precluded the necessity +of laying by any part of his running income for future necessities—an +arrangement which he had often remarked gave him far more relief than +he could possibly have derived from its use in the purchase of any +luxury.</p> + +<p>Since he had drawn a salary from the Missionary Society, all his +expenses had been arranged in the same methodical manner. Supposing +he had taken several hundred or thousand dollars in addition to his +usual allowance, what had he done with it? While still under temporary +insanity, he must have disposed of it in some secret manner.</p> + +<p>With all these circumstances in mind, Mrs. Washburn could not argue +herself into the possibility of his having committed such a mistake. +Then her thoughts recurred to the Bishop's letter, which under +the circumstances, was as kind as could be expected. She suddenly +recollected that she had taken two letters from her husband's pocket, +and she had read but one. The contents of that had so absorbed all her +thoughts that she had forgotten the other.</p> + +<p>Down stairs to the study she glided, both to satisfy her curiosity and +to secure it against being seen by any intruder. Striking a light, she +soon discovered a rumpled paper lying on the floor near the sofa. It +was directed to her husband's office in town, and was signed William +Temple, a prominent member of the Society. It was simply this:—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "DEAR WASHBURN:—I called here to see you, but your clerk tells me you +have gone to fulfill an engagement to preach. I don't know as I ought +to be surprised at this, and yet I am. I have had some conversation +with the Bishop regarding the unpleasant rumors concerning you, and +he tells me he has an appointment with you on Monday. You are well +aware how much confidence I, as well as all our Board, have had in +your integrity, but we are, the best of us, but mortals, and, in an +emergency, many a man may have borrowed from funds in his possession, +fully intending to repay to the uttermost farthing. Should this +unhappily be your position, I advise you as a friend, to confess all to +our good Bishop as speedily as possible.<br> +<br> + "Hoping you will receive this in the same spirit in which it is +written, and that you will be directed in all your future course, I am—<br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">"Yours, &c.,</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">"WILLIAM TEMPLE."</span><br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"No wonder poor Henry wished to destroy such a letter," cried Mrs. +Washburn, her face flushing as she crushed it in her hands. "Such +advice, in advance of proof, is an insult to a Christian minister. I am +very sure Henry would have begged from door to door, before he would +in his right mind, have been guilty of such sophistry. Borrowing from +funds devoted to God's service, or from any funds not his own, I'm sure +he would call stealing."</p> + +<p>This letter roused her indignation to such a degree that she was +obliged to take her Bible and read several chapters before she became +composed enough to return to her chamber.</p> + +<p>The sun was just rising when the Rector awoke and saw his wife dressed +and sitting by his side. Lying open in her lap was the book of Common +Prayer, but she was not reading. Her eyes were fastened on the dear +face before her, and many sighs had escaped her lips, as the returning +light of day brought to view the deep lines care and grief had graven +on the broad, open brow.</p> + +<p>"I have slept well and am refreshed," he said, returning her smile.</p> + +<p>For in one respect, her duty had been made clear to her during her long +self-communing.</p> + +<p>"Show him that I trust him, and that I am confident our Father above +will sooner or later, in His own good time, bring the truth to light. +This I must do by a calm, cheerful performance of present duty."</p> + +<p>So she replied in a courageous tone, "I am glad, for we have much to do +to-day."</p> + +<p>"Yes; I must finish my quarterly report to be read at our next meeting."</p> + +<p>"Certainly; but there are other duties more pressing."</p> + +<p>"Of what nature?"</p> + +<p>"Duties, Henry, connected with this charge. I am grieved that you +delayed so long taking me into your confidence, for it makes my task +much more difficult, though I appreciate your motive. Now I am going to +show you what a woman's, or rather a wife's wit and shrewdness can do +when enlisted in behalf of her husband. When you are dressed, I want +you to go over all the facts with me beginning at the very first hint +you had of this disgraceful business."</p> + +<p>A look of pain clouded Mr. Washburn's features.</p> + +<p>"I have been over and over the whole to myself in minute detail so many +times," he said wearily, "but I never can arrive at any satisfactory +result. I have almost come to the conclusion that in a moment of +insanity or absence of mind, or confusion of ideas, I did retain in my +possession more than was really my due."</p> + +<p>"Which would render you an object of compassion, and necessitate you to +resign your office. That is all. No disgrace could attach to you, not +for a moment. But I am far from believing you did even so much. If you +kept what was not your own, what did you do with it?"</p> + +<p>The Rector's face brightened. "Yes, Mary, that is an important +question. Have I given you more than the stipulated amount of my +salary?"</p> + +<p>"Not a penny. I have, during the night, examined both the family +account-book and your private memorandum. Either, with the cunning of +an insane man you have hidden the deposit in some out-of-the-way place, +or you have developed a new phase of character and have spent money on +personal luxuries in the city."</p> + +<p>This she said so archly that they both laughed. Then he caught her hand +and kissed it tenderly.</p> + +<p>"God be praised for a good wife," he said with great fervor. "Mary, I +have not had so light a heart for a month."</p> + +<p>"Nor I; and I have much better reasons for cheerful contentment +with our lot, though it is a little cloudy at present than you have +expressed. I have a Friend, who, I am confident, will help clear away +the clouds and allow us to see the bright sunshine again."</p> + +<p>"You mean an Almighty friend. My good wife, you make me ashamed of my +little faith."</p> + +<p>"And I can account for your doubts in a degree. For a year or two, +you have not been in your usual strength. Especially since your first +seizure, you have been subject to sudden attacks of pain and confusion +in the head, and while in this weakened condition, you have been +tortured with doubts of your own actions, while under the temporary +loss of your mental power. This shrinking from your usual companions +may, to some, have borne the appearance of guilt, instead of being +the natural working of a too sensitive organization. From my present +standpoint, I can see many instances where it would have been wiser for +you to act differently. But that is all past. Now, my husband, you must +have done with doubts. You must rouse your manly courage to look this +accusation fairly in the face. You must demand a thorough investigation +of the whole receipts and expenditures from the hour you entered upon +your duties as Treasurer."</p> + +<p>"I told the Bishop that would be my wish, and that I would afford him +all the aid in my power, by giving into his hands all books and papers +connected with my work."</p> + +<p>"You have seen the Bishop, then?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, for an hour or more at my office. It was a most painful +interview."</p> + +<p>"When did you go to P—?"</p> + +<p>"At four o'clock. I went out by advice of the Bishop to see Mr. Temple."</p> + +<p>"Was that interview equally painful?" flushing as she thought of the +insulting letter.</p> + +<p>"Far more so. Oh, Mary, it is terrible to experience such humiliation +from those we accounted our truest friends."</p> + +<p>"So it was for our blessed Lord. Now, Henry, you must dress, and meet +the children at breakfast with an unclouded brow. I shall take the +first opportunity to tell them all. Family secrets are my abhorrence. +After prayers, I have several questions to ask you."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image018" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image018.jpg" alt="image018"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image019" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image019.jpg" alt="image019"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_9">CHAPTER IX.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>AULD ROBIN GRAY.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>IN the meantime, our friend Emily wrote and received answers to her +weekly letters, unconscious that while her own heart was buoyant, the +members of the home circle were plunged in the deepest distress.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Washburn reminded her husband of her dislike to family secrets. +But in reference to the absent one, they at length concluded that +her anxieties would be increased by her distance from home, and that +the knowledge of their affliction might so absorb her thoughts, as +to render her unfit for her school duties. She was now delightfully +situated, and in the receipt of a handsome income, which, as her +parents reflected, might become necessary for her, in case her father +resigned his connection with the Missionary Association. It was decided +therefore, to leave her in ignorance of the charges against her +father's integrity, as long as it was possible to do so.</p> + +<p>One morning, about a week subsequent to Cecilia's letter to her +brother, the young lady made her appearance at the school, with an +uncommonly animated countenance.</p> + +<p>"I cannot stop to go in," she said to the servant. "I would like to see +Miss Washburn one moment."</p> + +<p>Emily soon appeared running down the stairs with some sheets of new +music in her hand. She looked so sweet and kissable, with her school +dress of plain buff cambric, and a tiny white apron, the narrow ruffle +so daintily fluted, her hair as she stood in the sunlight, glowing and +glistening with every movement, that her friend stood for a moment in +silence, with her eyes riveted on the sweet vision. Then embracing her +ardently, she exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"How lovely you do look! But I can't stop even to expatiate on your +charms. I came with a message from Judge Wilson. He has a friend from +somewhere out west, who is to remain a few days, and he wants you to +come over to tea, and sing for him this evening."</p> + +<p>"I'll go with great pleasure," replied Emily, gaily. "Fortunately I +have no other engagement. And please tell the Judge that I love him +so much," (blushing a little as she spoke) "that I would do a great +deal more besides singing, which affords me personal gratification, +to oblige him or his friend. You know," she added, "that he and Mrs. +Wilson have in a manner adopted me."</p> + +<p>"So have I!" retorted Cecilia, with a merry laugh, as she kissed her +friend once more, and ran down to the steps.</p> + +<p>"Oh, by the way, I was to tell you that as we shall be out riding, Mark +shall come for you in the carriage. Will you be ready at five?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, if that isn't too early."</p> + +<p>"Not a minute. Good-bye!"</p> + +<p>Emily's salary was sufficient for the purchase of jewels and silks +for the adornment of her person, but she was simple in her tastes, +and the influence of her education had been such that, she recognized +many higher uses for money than the mere gratification of her fancy +in dress. In cold weather, merinos, or other soft fabrics, of pretty, +modest shades, a clean linen collar and cuffs, and the stylish aprons +which her own deft fingers wrought into these pretty shapes, was her +invariable school dress, generally with a knot or bow of some bright +color to give warmth to the whole. For visiting, she preferred black +silk, which being suitable for any occasion, she also considered the +most economical. During her last visit home, she had indulged herself +with a new silk of heavy rich texture, which had been made up simply, +and was exceedingly becoming.</p> + +<p>On the present occasion, in order to show her respect to Judge Wilson +and his friend, she resolved to wear this dress, together with her best +set of laces, and her agate pin, a present from her mother on her first +leaving home.</p> + +<p>Perhaps, also, she devoted a little extra time to brushing and +arranging the rich coils of hair around her shapely head. At any rate, +one last glance in her small mirror, met a well satisfied expression +from the face opposite. She smiled, as she said, gaily, "I wish mamma +and Marion could see me, and pronounce their judgment."</p> + +<p>With a quick change of thought, she turned towards the window, saying +to herself, "How silly I am: I must be growing vain."</p> + +<p>There was a knock at the door, and Mrs. Duxbury entered, playfully +holding up her hands.</p> + +<p>"Mark has come for you," she said. "I didn't know there was to be a +party. I suppose the young ladies would tell you that you are gotten up +regardless."</p> + +<p>"I have never worn my new silk to Judge Wilson's," explained Emily, +laughing, as she put on her hat. "And as he has an old gentleman there, +I thought I would do him all the honor in my power."</p> + +<p>"The dress is elegant simplicity," said Mrs. Duxbury. "I shall not say +what I think of the wearer," imprinting, however, several kisses on the +glowing cheeks.</p> + +<p>"I hope, Mrs. Duxbury, Joseph will be able to come for me at ten."</p> + +<p>"Yes, he shall go. Enjoy yourself all you can."</p> + +<p>"How kind everybody is. I ought to be a very good girl," reflected +Emily, as she was rapidly whirled over the road to Judge Wilson's.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>Cecilia was on the watch for the carriage, and greeted her friend with +even more than her usual cordiality.</p> + +<p>"Come right up into my chamber, where I can look at you," she said, +merrily. "Mrs. Wilson is busy at this moment, and the Judge—well, he is +absorbed in discussing politics with his friend."</p> + +<p>Emily took off her hat and laid it on the bed, blushing rosily as +Cecilia gave her a long stare, taking in her whole appearance, from the +glistening coils to the tiny tip of the neatly fitting boot.</p> + +<p>"You are ab-so-lute-ly-per-fect," was her flattering encomium at last. +"No, wait one moment. I brought in some flowers for my hair, and I +saved this bud for you."</p> + +<p>An exquisite blush rose, struggling to release itself from its covering +of moss, was speedily tucked in among Emily's locks, and looked as +contented as though it had grown there.</p> + +<p>"Come, now we'll go to the dining room, and find Mrs. Wilson. She'll +never forgive me for monopolizing you." She put her arm lovingly about +Emily's waist, adding, "You're an innocent, unsuspecting little puss as +I ever saw. I'm a good mind to—"</p> + +<p>"A good mind to—what?" asked the young teacher, stopping short in +descending the stairs.</p> + +<p>"Oh, nothing but one of the Judge's jokes. I'll tell you, by-and-by."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Wilson, on housewifely cares intent, was deep in the mysteries +of pouring blanc-mange from the moulds, when she felt an arm stealing +around her neck and a soft kiss on her cheek.</p> + +<p>"Deary me!" she exclaimed, turning quickly. "I'm glad to see you, +child. I didn't know till just now, that Mark had come back. Have you +seen the Judge?"</p> + +<p>"Not yet. I came to find you first."</p> + +<p>"That's right, dear. Now I'll wipe my hands and go right to the parlor +with you. I'm all through here."</p> + +<p>But neither in the parlor nor in the library were the gentlemen to +be found. Presently, however, the ladies heard the Judge's voice +expatiating on the "Constitutional Bill," and followed on to the back +porch, where, taking Emily's hand in hers, the kind old lady led her +forward, saying to a gentleman who rose to meet her—</p> + +<p>"I told you I had a new daughter. Here she is."</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes, that's so!" repeated Judge Wilson, taking the young girl's +hand after she had returned the visitor's polite bow, and patting it +softly in his own peculiar kind manner. "Yes, yes, little girl, I hope +you have come prepared to sing my favorite tune."</p> + +<p>"I'll sing whatever you wish, sir, that is if I can. You know I'm in +duty bound to so kind a papa."</p> + +<p>Then the Judge, who to spare Emily's blushes, had refrained from +kissing her in the presence of a stranger, found it impossible not to +do so, in appreciation of her long speech. So he deliberately put one +hand each side her face, and snatched a kiss from her lips, at the same +time casting an exultant glance at his guest.</p> + +<p>"My old friend and I are airing our ideas concerning the present +administration," he went on with a slight emphases on the word "old." +"You and Cecilia are quite welcome to take part in the discussion, if +you wish."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, sir, but I don't entertain my company by musty old +politics," retorted Cecilia with a gay laugh. "Come, Emily, we'll have +time before tea to practice that duet."</p> + +<p>One piece after another followed in rapid succession, but still the +"old" friends remained on the porch, until Cecilia grew really wrathy.</p> + +<p>"I don't understand how the state of the finances, and all those bills +they talk about can be so absorbing!" she exclaimed. "But I don't care, +we're having a good time, and if they can't appreciate fine music, they +are to be pitied. Now, Emily, sing something, will you?"</p> + +<p>The sound of the tea-bell, at this moment, summoned all to the dining +room.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Wilson motioned Emily to a seat at her right hand, and the Hon. +Frederic Lawrence to a chair beside her. But he either did not notice +her movement, or chose to disregard it, for he deliberately walked to +the other side of the table and seated himself opposite, leaving his +sister to the chair by her friend.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>When they rose from the table, Mr. Lawrence, finding himself near Miss +Washburn, thanked her warmly for the music with which she had favored +them, mentioning one or two of the pieces as special favorites.</p> + +<p>Emily thanked him with modest dignity.</p> + +<p>"But," added the gentleman, "I really care little comparatively for +mere instrumental music. I had rather hear one simple ballad sung with +real feeling, than all the sonatas and waltzes in the world."</p> + +<p>Emily's fine eyes flashed with emotion as she replied, "I have heard my +father make the same confession. He is a good judge of music, too, and +often composes an accompaniment to his own singing."</p> + +<p>As she spoke, every feature glowing with filial affection, Mr. Lawrence +gazed at her in entire forgetfulness of his usual politeness.</p> + +<p>"Come, come," said the Judge, tucking Emily's arm under his own, "I'm +getting jealous hearing so much of that wonderful papa."</p> + +<p>"I hope you'll know him sometime, sir. I'm very sure you would like +him."</p> + +<p>Then with a rosy blush as she perceived that the eyes of the Judge's +"old" friend were still fixed gravely upon her, she went forward to the +hall table where a bouquet of exquisite cut-flowers were standing, and +selecting a purple verbena, added quickly to it a tiny rosebud and two +leaves of geranium, found a piece of thread to tie them together, then +returned and held them out, smilingly, to her kind friend.</p> + +<p>"What is that? A peace offering. What am I expected to do with it?"</p> + +<p>"It's a button-hole bouquet, sir."</p> + +<p>"Oh, child, I'm too old for such fol-de-rals. Give it the member from +Michigan." The Judge's eyes twinkled merrily as he said this.</p> + +<p>But Emily insisted on his wearing it, and fastened it into his coat +with her own hands.</p> + +<p>As the evening wore on, Cecilia regarded her brother with astonishment. +The conversation had been general and on many topics, Emily listening +with apparent interest, answering the Judge's occasional questions +with an intelligence which proved her to have thought much, but never +intruded her opinion or forced herself into notice. This, Cecilia +knew, would excite her brother's approbation, who, in fact, was hard +to please as far as ladies were concerned. But he gave no evidence of +being interested in her friend, except that when she spoke, he did not +take his eyes from her face until she ceased.</p> + +<p>After a time, Cecilia saw Emily steal a glance at her watch, and +suddenly became aware that the evening was passing without music. +Still, she was resolved not to be the one to invite her friend to sing. +The Judge was heartily interested in a conversation with Mr. Lawrence +on the internal resources of wealth in his adopted state, while Mrs. +Wilson and Emily sat contentedly side by side, crocheting for a coming +fair. Her impatience was just reaching a crisis when Judge Wilson +started suddenly, exclaiming—</p> + +<p>"Bless me, I quite forgot the treat we were to have. Come, Emily, +child, give us a song."</p> + +<p>"What shall I sing?" she asked, rising to comply with his request.</p> + +<p>"Make your own selection, dear."</p> + +<p>Instead of offering to help the young lady to a seat at the piano, as +would have been only common politeness, Mr. Lawrence rose and walked +to the farther end of the long parlor. While Cecilia, who was greatly +chagrined, tried to supply his place. She had never seen him so awkward +or to so little advantage as on the present occasion. She didn't +understand it.</p> + +<p>Emily turned over the music book until she came to Auld Robin Gray, +when Cecilia stopped her, and whispered—</p> + +<p>"Sing that." She knew this to be a favorite with her brother, but did +not wish him to know it was her selection.</p> + +<p>Emily ran her fingers over the keys in a dreamy way, repeating the +prelude with some variations, before she could get herself into the +spirit of the words. Then in a subdued tone, clear and rich, she +commenced the tender confession—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +<br> +"Young Jamie loved me well, and asked me for his bride,<br> + But excepting a crown he had naething else beside."<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>As she went on, there was profound silence in the room. Mr. Lawrence +took advantage of a symphony between the verses to approach softly +toward the singer. Judge Wilson sat in his arm-chair, his head thrown +back, and two big tears rolling down his cheeks.</p> + +<p>Not a word was spoken when the last note died out, and Emily feeling +slightly embarrassed at her position, was rising from her seat, when +the Judge burst out—</p> + +<p>"What an old fool I am!" Then wiping his tears, began to blow his nose +with all his might.</p> + +<p>"Don't get up," urged Cecilia, observing with secret pleasure that her +brother was greatly moved. "Sing something lively this time."</p> + +<p>"Sister, you mistake in asking her to sing again," remarked Mr. +Lawrence, hastily placing his hand on his sister's arm. Then without +another word, he returned to his seat.</p> + +<p>Emily greatly confused at such unusual conduct, was much relieved to +hear a ring at the door-bell.</p> + +<p>"It is Joseph," she said, approaching Mrs. Wilson to say good-night.</p> + +<p>While the Judge was thanking her for coming, and bidding her be a good +girl till he saw her again, she overheard Cecilia urging her brother to +dismiss Joseph, and walk to the school with her friend. She rolled her +crocheting in her handkerchief, ran up stairs for her hat and shawl, +and when she came down, found the gentleman, willing or unwilling, +waiting at the door.</p> + +<p>"Brother is going with you," said Cecilia. "I shall see you in the +morning as usual."</p> + +<p>But to the astonishment of sister and brother, Emily very civilly, +but firmly declined his escort. Then when she saw that Cecilia looked +grave, she said, laughingly—</p> + +<p>"Joseph is a staunch friend, and I would not hurt his feelings for the +world."</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image020" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image020.jpg" alt="image020"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_10">CHAPTER X.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>THE SQUIRE'S PARTY.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>WHILE at the breakfast table the next morning, Mr. Duxbury received a +package of envelopes, from among which he passed one to Emily directed +to herself. It proved to contain a card of invitation to a party in the +evening at Squire Matthews, one of the great men in the village. There +were cards also directed to Mr. and Mrs. Duxbury and family, which +included the teachers and any of the older pupils the Principal thought +proper to invite.</p> + +<p>Half an hour later, Cecilia appeared, and was rejoiced to find +invitations had been sent to the school.</p> + +<p>"But I do not intend to go," explained Emily. "I am getting quite too +dissipated."</p> + +<p>"You must go," urged her friend, hesitating for a moment what reason to +give, as she could not state the real one.</p> + +<p>"Why must I?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, because there would be no enjoyment for me unless you were there."</p> + +<p>"Why, you will have your brother."</p> + +<p>"Certainly, that is, I suppose he will go. Now say you will accept to +oblige me."</p> + +<p>"I'll think of it, and consult—"</p> + +<p>"I am sure Mrs. Duxbury will wish you to accept. It's a fine thing for +the school to have her teachers so popular."</p> + +<p>"I didn't intend to consult any person, only my engagement book. Since +you have been here, I have found your society so delightful that I have +not studied as much as I ought."</p> + +<p>"But now you have ceased to appreciate me. Is that it, or is it—Will +you tell me the truth, dear? Is it because my brother behaved so much +like a bear last night? I can't make any excuse for him. He's a puzzle +to me. Why, he is usually very polite and polished. The truth is, +he has been spoiled by too much attention from ladies. If you could +have seen the enthusiasm with which he was received by the ladies in +Washington, the parties made for him, the caps set to catch the new +member from Michigan, the attention, for his sake, extended to his +sister, his favorite songs practiced and played at him, the traps set +for him, you'd scarcely wonder that with a very few exceptions, he has +not the highest opinion of ladies."</p> + +<p>"I have nothing to complain of in his treatment of me," answered Emily, +with a slight curl of the lip. "I suppose the Judge's joke was that he +put an unusual meaning upon the term 'old' friend. I should scarcely +have gone to sing for a 'young' Honorable."</p> + +<p>"Now, Emily, you are vexed with me, and I'm going away so soon."</p> + +<p>"Indeed I am not vexed with any one. I love you very dearly, Cecilia; +and never, as long as I live, shall I forget your generous affection +for a stranger. I confess I was a trifle annoyed when I found a young +gentleman instead of one with silver hair, as I expected. I was afraid +I might be thought bold, but I resolved at once not to act silly but to +make the best of it."</p> + +<p>"Emily, be a good girl and show me you forgive me by going to-night."</p> + +<p>"I will try to get through my engagements in time, if it will really +please you."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>The evening was quite advanced when Mr. and Mrs. Duxbury, with four +young ladies, reached the house of Squire Matthews. Cecilia, who had +been watching the door for an hour, had given her friend up, and was in +the conservatory with some young people.</p> + +<p>There was one, however, who saw her enter, watched the ease and dignity +with which she made herself known to Mrs. Matthews, saw with what +affection she was greeted by young and old, stood near enough to listen +to her animated conversation with an old gentleman, in reference to a +new poem which was exciting much attention, heard her chat in a lively +tone with some who had been her pupils, and failed to hear one word +which would sting, or a single remark unfavorable to the character of +another.</p> + +<p>He noticed that after a time she began to look around as though in +search of some one, and in doing so, her eye met his fixed gravely upon +her. She recognized him by a bow only, then left the room and soon +joined his sister.</p> + +<p>Moving slowly towards the conservatory, he was stopped by Mrs. +Matthews, who asked, "Are you fond of music? If so, I think I can +promise you a treat. Miss Washburn has the finest voice I ever heard."</p> + +<p>"I shall be most happy to hear her."</p> + +<p>"I shall tell her so," laughing.</p> + +<p>"I fear the wishes of a stranger would avail little."</p> + +<p>But for a wonder, Emily declined to sing alone, and indeed begged Mrs. +Matthews to excuse her altogether.</p> + +<p>"You know," she said frankly, "I do not want to be urged. I always +comply at once when I can."</p> + +<p>Poor Mrs. Matthews looked so distressed that Emily agreed to join with +Cecilia in the beautiful piece set to the sentiment of the Psalmist.</p> + +<p class="poem"> +<br> +"As pants the hart for cooling streams,<br> + When heated by the chase,<br> + So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee,<br> + And thy redeeming grace."<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>The two friends went together to the piano, Cecilia standing by Emily +to turn the sheets, etc., but when the second part struck in, instead +of Cecilia's voice, a rich tenor sustained the response, and joined in +with the chorus.</p> + +<p>The company showed their appreciation by their perfect silence.</p> + +<p>When the piece was finished, Emily rose, turned to see who had +accompanied her, and met the eye of Honorable Mr. Lawrence fastened +upon her. Blushing vividly, she was turning hastily away, when he said—</p> + +<p>"Excuse me, Miss Washburn. Like our father in olden time, I must cast +the blame on the woman, and say that Cecilia insisted."</p> + +<p>She smiled and said, "Thank you, sir. Your voice gave me new courage."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>After this evening, it was several days before Mr. Lawrence and Emily +met again. All Cecilia's begging, and coaxing, was in vain. She would +not go to Judge Wilson's, certainly while she was to be the only guest. +On Wednesday, invitations were issued for Mrs. Duxbury's levee, which +was to take place on Friday evening. Of course, Judge Wilson's family +and guests were specially remembered.</p> + +<p>Cecilia watched her brother when Mrs. Wilson read the invitation, +adding that Mrs. Duxbury possessed the faculty of putting all her +guests at their ease, and that her levees were immensely popular. She +noticed that he looked pleased, and when the Judge added, "I shall +go if only to scold that naughty girl for neglecting me," he laughed +outright.</p> + +<p>But within twenty-four hours, Cecilia was doomed to receive a shock in +her designs for her brother's happiness. She came upon him suddenly on +the porch, when he thought her at a distance, and found him looking +immensely happy over a letter he was reading, but which he immediately +put out of sight, and she was very sure that he blushed. Making some +incoherent excuse, he left her and went up to his chamber.</p> + +<p>"What does it mean? Who can that letter be from?" she asked herself. +"If it were from a client, he would not have been so embarrassed."</p> + +<p>Suddenly she perceived an envelope on the floor, and picking it up +with some curiosity, saw that it was directed in a very fine hand, to +Hon. Frederic Lawrence. The post mark was New York. Vexed as she was, +Cecilia could scarcely help laughing at the failure of her little plan, +but congratulated herself that she had kept it confined to her own +breast.</p> + +<p>At the levee, she was more than ever proud of her friend, and felt sure +that only a prior attachment could render her brother unmindful of +Emily's charms of person and manner, they were so exactly what she had +often heard him describe as his ideal of a perfect lady.</p> + +<p>At Mrs. Duxbury's special request, the music teacher stood by her +side to assist her in receiving her guests, and afterwards mingling +with them, sought by every means in her power to make the evening an +agreeable one. Old and young, ladies and gentlemen, all were made to +feel that their presence was desired, and contributed to the pleasure +of the occasion. She invited the young ladies to play, and the +gentlemen to join in the singing, but not until near the close of the +evening did she sing herself, and then at the request of Judge Wilson, +who said that he only came for the purpose of hearing her.</p> + +<p>He gave her his arm, and escorted her to the piano, where he stood +until she had sung his favorite ballads. Then saying—</p> + +<p>"That will do, little girl. You have done very well," he led her back +to his wife amidst the laughter of all the company.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>On their return home, Judge Wilson asked Mr. Lawrence how he liked Mr. +Manning, a gentleman to whom he had introduced him.</p> + +<p>"Do you mean the gentleman who tried to usurp Miss Washburn's +attention?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," explained his sister. "And who conducted her to the refreshment +table."</p> + +<p>"I think him one of the most disagreeable men I have met."</p> + +<p>"I wonder whether there is an engagement between them. I think Emily +would have told me if there was anything settled, but he certainly +seems very much enamored." Cecilia addressed herself to the Judge, who +fired up at once, as she expected.</p> + +<p>"If that child gets herself entangled in any matter of that kind +without my consent, I'll know the reason why."</p> + +<p>Cecilia noticed, with special delight, that her brother looked very +glum, and that taking one of the night-lamps which had been placed on +the table by a servant, he went to his chamber without another word.</p> + +<p>"After all," she reflected, "that letter may have been purely on +business."</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image021" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image021.jpg" alt="image021"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_11">CHAPTER XI.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>THE IMPORTANT LETTER.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>IN the morning following Reverend Mr. Washburn's interview with the +Bishop, breakfast and family prayers were delayed an hour or two past +the usual time by the arrival of a stranger on business. They were +still sitting at the table when a boy mounted on a pony, trotted up to +the gate, jumped off, and came to the door with a letter.</p> + +<p>"I think no answer is expected," he said, bowing politely, as Marion +took the letter from him, mounted again, and was off out of sight.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Washburn saw her husband's face flush as he glanced at the +address, and retired with him at once to the study, to know the nature +of the contents.</p> + +<p>"It's from the Bishop," he said, seating himself with a heavy sigh. "It +is strange he writes so soon."</p> + +<p>He tore it open, but as though he dreaded further pain.</p> + +<p>Before he had time to read, his wife placed her hand over the page.</p> + +<p>"Wait a minute," she said. And she brought him a glass containing a +mixture of iron and quinine. "Now," she added cheerfully, "I hope you +will look less like a convicted thief. Why, Henry, if I were a stranger +to you, I should condemn you by your own actions." Her voice sounded as +though she meant what she said.</p> + +<p>He bore the reproof so meekly that her heart reproached her for +severity, and she added quickly—</p> + +<p>"I know, dear, how much you've suffered, and that you are unnerved by +sleepless nights."</p> + +<p>"Your words seemed hard at first, Mary, but I'm not sure that they are +not just the tonic I need."</p> + +<p>He turned to the letter, and she, sitting by his side, read it with +him. It was in these words:—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "DEAR BROTHER:—I could not sleep last night, as my mind dwelt +constantly on our late interview. I am compelled to take a more +hopeful view of your case, and I have risen this morning to drop +you a note, which the son of my host will take to you. Perhaps I am +premature in giving my opinion; but to a Christian brother who has been +found faithful to the cause of his divine Master for so many years, +I cannot refrain from saying that your whole appearance yesterday, +your manly grief at being suspected of crime, your earnest wish for a +thorough investigation of facts, your evident desire that no dishonor +shall be done through you to the cause of Christ,—all this has made +me feel confident that your accusers are laboring under a strange +misapprehension.<br> +<br> + "I agree with you that the sooner a Committee of Reference can be +appointed, the better it will be for the Association and for you. I +wish that you would consider this communication confidential for the +present.<br> +<br> + "With Christian love I am yours in the fellowship of the Gospel.<br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">"———— —————."</span><br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>Tears of gratitude dropped from Mrs. Washburn's eyes as she read, but +she quickly wiped them away.</p> + +<p>"There, Henry, the Lord has raised you up one good strong friend," she +exclaimed, as the Rector rose, and with his hands behind him, began to +pace the room. "Now I want you to tell me all from the beginning. When +did you first learn of this accusation?"</p> + +<p>"In March, I go over the accounts in reference to the Quarterly report +which comes out in April. We have one large book in the office in which +I keep the account of all moneys collected from parishes, or other +funds of the Association. This is called a journal. Another book is +devoted to the record of all expenditures, including the rent of the +office, salary of clerks, money paid for printing reports, and also my +travelling expenses. My salary, you know, comes in another way, and is +paid me in quarterly installments."</p> + +<p>"Are those the large leather-bound books that I have seen on the +shelves over your desk?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; they are open to any members of the Board, though I think they +seldom examine them until the yearly business meeting. Besides these +books, I have a private account-book which I keep locked in my desk, +where I jot down my travelling expenses. I do this on Monday while the +sum is fresh in mind. I write it in this way, 'Preached in —; cost of +trip so much.' Now —" He stopped walking, his eyes fixed in thought.</p> + +<p>How many times during the last six months had his wife seen him thus +abstracted, as though trying to peer into the past or the future. She +waited a minute, and then said softly—</p> + +<p>"What is it, dear?"</p> + +<p>"It always seems as though there was something I ought to remember. And +yet, when I try to fix my thoughts or assist my memory, it is gone."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps I can help you. Tell me what clue you have."</p> + +<p>"None at all. That is what I want. If I had a clue, it seems to me I +could follow it out. I have tried so much to recall every event. There +does seem floating through my memory like a half-remembered dream, the +recollection of a large sum which I have either received or expended. +If so, it must have been at a time when the confusion of my head +rendered me unfit for business."</p> + +<p>"Let that go now, Henry, and tell me about the office books."</p> + +<p>"There is a discrepancy in the accounts. Several thousand dollars of +money credited on the pages of the ledger are not accounted for."</p> + +<p>"Will the money in bank which you have settled on me cover the +deficiency?"</p> + +<p>"More than twice over."</p> + +<p>"Then the Association need lose nothing."</p> + +<p>He stopped walking and gazed earnestly in her face, his chin quivering +with emotion.</p> + +<p>"Would you give up your little patrimony, Mary?"</p> + +<p>"Every cent of it. I would go out to work, and live on one meal a day, +rather than have the Association lose a dollar through your means."</p> + +<p>"Oh, what a relief! I believed it would be so. I have tried to ask you +many times, but was unable."</p> + +<p>"In your usual state of health, you would never have doubted it for a +moment. Have you told me all?"</p> + +<p>"Not quite. In my private account-book, there is certainly some want of +exactness. For instance, there is a trip to and from —, costing five +dollars, put down twice, and several more expensive journeys not, put +down at all."</p> + +<p>"When do these mistakes occur?"</p> + +<p>"At the period when my head was worst."</p> + +<p>"And this time against your own interest?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and leave me more than twenty dollars out of pocket."</p> + +<p>"I am glad of that. I don't think it's so very bad."</p> + +<p>"The fact that is most against me is this. In my April report, I +represented the books as balancing. Indeed, I am so sure they did, I +could almost take my oath of it. Yet figures do not lie, and they are +nearly four thousand dollars against me."</p> + +<p>"Did the Bishop speak of this discrepancy in the books?"</p> + +<p>"In general only. It was evident that he was acquainted with the facts. +Indeed, he said Mr. Temple had told him."</p> + +<p>"Shall you answer the Bishop's letter?"</p> + +<p>"It requires no answer."</p> + +<p>"What do you propose to do?"</p> + +<p>"First of all, I shall write to the Association, requesting that a +meeting be called 'at once,' to examine the books, and everything +relating to the charges. Then I intend to get together matter for my +next report, which will be called for in October."</p> + +<p>"You mean the report to the Association merely, not the annual one +which is published."</p> + +<p>"Yes, but I confess I feel physically unable to go to town."</p> + +<p>"Why not write your letter to the Association, and send Marion with +it? Joseph can go with her, and bring the books home. Yes," seeing her +husband hesitate, "that will be best."</p> + +<p>She did not leave the study, till she saw him seated at his table with +paper before him: then she went into the sitting room and calling Ruth +and Marion, related to them in brief the facts she had heard from her +husband.</p> + +<p>Poor Marion! Her face flushed with anger. "How dare any one accuse him, +my good father?" she exclaimed. "Why, he is the best man in the world, +and wouldn't touch a penny that didn't belong to him, to save all our +lives."</p> + +<p>"Is that what has made Papa and you so sober?" inquired Ruth, eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, my dear. Your father has borne his grief alone to try to save us: +and I have suffered in seeing him suffer, though I knew not the cause +till last night."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I'm so glad! I'm so very glad!" Ruth clasped her hands, while +tears of relief rolled down her cheeks.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?" asked Marion, almost angrily. "How can you be glad?"</p> + +<p>"Because it's so much better than I was afraid. I thought papa was in +a consumption. I heard some of the ladies talking about him in Sunday +School. One said, 'He's running down hill very fast,' and Miss Cross +answered, 'He'll never outlive it. Oh, dear!' Then when they saw me +looking at them, they touched each other and moved away. I've been +frightened about dear papa ever since."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Washburn silently drew the loving girl to her side, and kissed +her. Presently she said,—</p> + +<p>"Yes, darling. This sorrow is nothing to that. Let us thank God, and +take courage. It won't do for us to let papa see that we are cast down, +and fearful concerning the result of the trial."</p> + +<p>"Oh, mamma!" screamed Marion. "Will papa be tried?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly. It is his own wish. He has already told the Bishop that he +should demand a thorough investigation. At this minute, he is writing +a letter to the Association, requesting them to appoint a time. And +Marion, he wishes you to take it to his office, and bring home his +books—the large leather ones in the case over his desk. You had better +get ready at once."</p> + +<p>"Will you read this, Mary?" asked Mr. Washburn, holding up a letter he +had written.</p> + +<p>She took it, and sat down by his side. It began:—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'To the members of the Missionary Association:'<br> +<br> + "GENTLEMEN:—Having learned that certain charges reflecting on my +integrity, and the faithful performance of my duties as Secretary and +Treasurer of your society, have been preferred against me, I request +that a Committee be immediately appointed to investigate the truth or +falsity of these charges, and to confer on all subjects connected with +my relations to the Association.<br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">"With great respect,</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">"Your fellow laborer in the gospel of Christ,</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">"HENRY WASHBURN."</span><br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"Just right, dear," she said, returning it to him. "Not an unnecessary +word. Shall Marion leave it at the office?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, she may give it to Mr. Bailey, and say that I wish it to be in +the hands of the Committee at the earliest possible moment. Stay, I +will write Mr. Bailey my wish, and also an order for the books."</p> + +<p>"Now, Henry, you must drink this, and take a walk with me," said his +wife, about an hour after Marion started for the city.</p> + +<p>She held a goblet toward him foaming with froth. "Egg, milk and sugar," +she explained, laughing. "It will strengthen you; drink every drop."</p> + +<p>"Do you really think I had better go out?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I do. You have had a sweet sleep. I came in twice, and you did +not awake. Now the air is delightful, and I want your company."</p> + +<p>"Where are you going?"</p> + +<p>"To see Widow Marsh. She has not many days to live."</p> + +<p>"Ah! I should like to see her once more."</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image022" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image022.jpg" alt="image022"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_12">CHAPTER XII.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>THE CRUEL INNUENDO.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>ELIZABETH MARSH had been one of the early fruits of the Rector's +faithful preaching, and for nearly twenty years had been a devout +member of St. Mark's church. She was poor in the world's esteem, but +rich in faith, looking forward to the glorious inheritance laid up for +her in heaven. Between the humble widow and her pastor there had ever +been a tie which death itself could not sever. She had often told him +that it was one source of her joy that duty had not called him away to +a distance, for it was from his lips she hoped to hear the last prayer +in which she could join on earth. And it was her earnest desire that he +should perform the funeral services when God called her home.</p> + +<p>As they entered the lowly cottage, they saw her lying on the bed, while +a young girl stood near wiping the death moisture from her forehead. At +first, she did not recognize Mrs. Washburn, who hastily advanced and +bent over her. But when made to understand that her pastor was by her +side, she revived, her whole countenance illumined with joy.</p> + +<p>After partaking of the cordial which Mrs. Washburn had brought, she +pointed upward, exclaiming with rapture,—</p> + +<p>"I'm almost home. Soon I shall see my Saviour and dwell with him +forever."</p> + +<p>She signified her wish to hear a few verses from her favorite portions +of Scripture, and while the Rector was finding the places, herself +repeated Christ's words.</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'Let not your heart be troubled . . . In my Father's house are many +mansions—I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a +place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that +where I am, ye may be also.'"<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>The Rector read the last chapters of St. John's Revelation, concerning +the new Jerusalem, and then asked,—</p> + +<p>"Shall I pray with you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes, pray once more. I have almost done with prayer. Soon I shall +begin to praise—praise Him forever and ever."</p> + +<p>"For what shall I pray?"</p> + +<p>"That He will make me patient to the end."</p> + +<p>He made a short prayer, when she instantly added,—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "O, my gracious Father, bless him who first drew my feet from the ways +of sin. Fill his soul so full of Thy love that all the trials and +vexations of this world may seem less than nothing to him. Give him +living faith in Thy promises; and when he comes to the end of life, +take away the sting of death, as Thou hast taken it from Thy poor +hand-maid—"<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>The last words were scarcely audible; the strength that had momentarily +revived sank again. Her eyes soon became fixed, and with a few feeble +gasps, the lamp of life went out, to be relighted and shine forever and +ever in the Paradise above.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Washburn sent the young girl for a neighbor to assist in +performing the last offices, and then left, promising to send a shroud +and cap for the funeral.</p> + +<p>"I was glad to be there," remarked the Rector, after they had walked +for some time in silence.</p> + +<p>"Her prayer seemed almost prophetic. Do you think, Henry, she has ever +heard of your present trial?"</p> + +<p>"She seemed to refer to present trial. She has now, through the +abounding mercy of God, entered upon a state of bliss. No doubt, when +she looks back to her life here, her poverty and years of pains seem +less than nothing to her. May God in infinite mercy grant us a like +peaceful exit."</p> + +<p>The effect of this scene was most happy on the mind of the Rector. The +reflection that life is only a state of probation—this world a place to +tarry in for a night on our journey heavenward, made it easier to bear +the trial which met him on his return home.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>Marion had come back from the city, but without the books. She was +in such a state of excitement that at first she could not give an +intelligible account of what had transpired.</p> + +<p>"Come with me, my child," said Mrs. Washburn. "You will feel better +after you have bathed those burning cheeks."</p> + +<p>Then requesting her husband to relate to Ruth the scene they had +witnessed, she hastened to Marion's chamber.</p> + +<p>"Oh, mamma, look at this paper! It is shameful! I wonder God lets +people do such wicked things."</p> + +<p>"Hush, my child. God, our Father, knows what is best for us."</p> + +<p>Marion had been frantically tearing open a newspaper she had snatched +from her pocket, and now in an unsteady voice read aloud,—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'We regret to learn that in one of our most prominent benevolent +societies, the fraud which has for some time been suspected, has been +traced to the Treasurer, Rev. H. W., a gentleman who has enjoyed the +confidence and affection of the churches for years. It is said that +thousands of dollars, the contributions of widows and orphans to the +cause of missions, has been diverted from its sacred object, and has +not been accounted for.'"<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>Mrs. Washburn sank back into a chair, and for one moment the chamber +seemed whirling around her.</p> + +<p>"Cruel! Cruel!" she murmured. But almost instantly rousing herself she +asked, "Who did you see at the office?"</p> + +<p>"Barnes Bailey was there alone when I went in. I gave him the letter +for the Committee, and then I asked him for the books, showing him +papa's order.</p> + +<p>"'I don't know about that,' he said, and his face grew very red. 'I'm +not sure that your father has a right to take them from the office.' +He kept twirling the order around in his fingers, and presently said, +'Wait a minute.' And then started to go down stairs.</p> + +<p>"I heard somebody coming up, and recognized Mr. Temple's voice talking +with Barnes. I couldn't hear Barnes, but Mr. Temple said, 'I think as +you do, that under existing circumstances it would not be prudent.'</p> + +<p>"Then they both came back to the office, and Barnes took papa's letter +from the table and gave it to him.</p> + +<p>"I waited a little while, and then I said, 'I want to get the next +omnibus. Will you please put up the books?'</p> + +<p>"'Tell your father he had better come to the office if he wants them,' +Barnes said. 'It isn't usual to send account-books out of town.'</p> + +<p>"I didn't answer a word but walked out of the room pretty quick. When +I was in the omnibus, a boy came to the door with papers, and I bought +one to try and take up my mind. Almost the first thing I saw was this +horrid paragraph."</p> + +<p>"There is the dinner-bell, Marion. Try to calm yourself, and come down."</p> + +<p>"Shall you tell papa about the—the papers?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, but not to-night. I mean to write Emily this evening. We can't +keep our trouble from her any longer."</p> + +<p>"She will want to come home directly. I'm sure of it, mamma."</p> + +<p>"I shall advise her to stay in U—, for the present."</p> + +<p>To her surprise, Mr. Washburn looked perfectly unruffled when she +entered the dining room. He was listening to some story of Josey's, and +smiled quite in his old way at the boy.</p> + +<p>After they were seated at the table, and grace had been said, he told +them of the peaceful end of their old friend, and in his own peculiarly +happy manner, urged each of his children so to live that whenever death +should come, he would not be an unwelcome messenger.</p> + +<p>It was evident to all that the poor widow's last words, and her earnest +prayer for him, had caused an elevation of soul which quite raised him +above the petty vexations of the day.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>The next morning, Mr. Washburn prepared to go to his office.</p> + +<p>And when Marion, with a quickly beating heart, asked, "Shall I go +with you papa?" he answered with a smile, "No, my dear, that isn't +necessary."</p> + +<p>He returned at the usual time, and, in answer to his wife's +questioning, replied that he had done a good day's work, and did not +feel unusually fatigued.</p> + +<p>"What excuse did Barnes make for his impertinent reply about the books?"</p> + +<p>"I gave him no opportunity for conversation. I did remind him that I +regretted his frequent absences of late, and added that every one whom +I employed in the office, must prove himself faithful, by obedience to +my orders."</p> + +<p>"Do you intend to preach next Sunday?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. I made an engagement to-day, and also for the Sunday following."</p> + +<p>"Did you say anything to the Bishop about preaching while the trial is +pending?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. I told him that while my own conscience absolved me from all +intentional wrong in regard to the Association, I considered it my duty +to preach as I have done; and he agreed with me. It was the Bishop who +sent the two gentlemen to my office to-day, to engage my services."</p> + +<p>"During your absence in town, Mr. Whiting called in reference to Widow +Marsh's funeral. He said she sent for him a week ago, and told him it +was her desire that you should read the burial service, and he said he +hoped you would feel able to do so. He evidently was in earnest."</p> + +<p>"Did you say that I would?"</p> + +<p>"I told him, he had better call this evening. The funeral is to-morrow +in church."</p> + +<p>At the hour appointed, the body of the church was filled,—Rev. Mr. +Whiting having taken pains to spread the notice that the former Rector +would perform the service. After the opening prayer, Mr. Washburn, +in a few words, gave a sketch of the conversion, life of prayer, and +triumphant entrance into glory of the deceased, and closed by urging +each one of his beloved people so to live, that he might die the death +of the righteous, and his last end be like his.</p> + +<p>As the congregation dispersed, many paused to seize the hand of +their loved Rector, while from more than one, came low spoken words, +sometimes accompanied with tears.</p> + +<p>"I shall never forget that you won me to the Saviour."</p> + +<p>"I always pray for my dear Rector."</p> + +<p>"A godly life, such as for more than twenty years you have lived among +us, is the best refutation of slander."</p> + +<p>This last was from a silver haired man more than eighty years old. Mrs. +Washburn could not refrain from raising his withered hand to her lips, +as she said,—</p> + +<p>"Thank you, sir. You have done us good."</p> + +<p>To be sure, there were others who stood aloof,—who avoided meeting the +eye of the Rector, and among them those with whom he had been most +intimate. But he cherished no resentment toward them. He only repeated +the words, as if to himself, "But the greatest of all is charity. +Charity which hopeth all things,—thinketh no evil."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>During the remainder of the week, Mr. Washburn confessed that he felt +better in health,—that his nerves were firmer, and his spirits more +hopeful than for many months. Since his trials were approaching a +crisis, he was conscious of an Almighty arm placed about him for his +support. And like a child tired of carrying his burden, he leaned +lovingly on the gracious helper. Morning and evening at the family +altar, he betook himself and his family to the throne of grace, and +there making known his wants, entreated his watchful Father to give +him the wisdom, strength, gentleness and charity, necessary in this +emergency.</p> + +<p>These prayers were not offered in vain.</p> + +<p>As his courage rose, and Mrs. Washburn found herself not absolutely +needed, she began to be tormented with doubts as to the result of the +trial. Her husband had confessed to her that he had never been present +on a similar occasion, and therefore had little idea what course +would be pursued. Whether the Committee would be competent to summon +witnesses, or to oblige any one to give evidence, he was not sure. She +began to dread the occasion, and to feel a strange misgiving concerning +the mode of trial.</p> + +<p>On Monday, the Rector returned from preaching, and brought with him +from the office an answer from his letter to the Committee. It was very +kind, and on the whole was quite satisfactory with one exception. This +was that owing to circumstances which they declared beyond their power +to control, the Committee of Reference with whom the case had been +charged, would not be able to meet until quite the last of November. +This was nearly two months from the present time.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Washburn, who had secretly almost hoped for some delay, now felt +that she could scarcely endure the suspense for so long a period.</p> + +<p>Ah, how little did she realize that their Father was leading them by +paths which they knew not, but which would result to their good and His +own glory.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image023" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image023.jpg" alt="image023"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image024" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image024.jpg" alt="image024"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_13">CHAPTER XIII.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>THE DAUGHTER'S GRIEF.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>THE acquaintance so earnestly desired by Cecilia Lawrence, between +her brother and Emily, progressed but slowly. Notwithstanding that he +prolonged his stay from one day to another, for reasons which seemed +frivolous to every one but himself, yet with the exception of two +occasions, he had never enjoyed free conversation with her. On both of +these occasions he had accidentally met her walking alone.</p> + +<p>The first time, she was walking quite through the village to a small +cottage beyond, where a servant of Mrs. Duxbury lay ill, when she met +him, and he instantly turned, went with her to the house, and only left +her when they reached her own door. The second time, it was almost +dark, and he was passing a large house, and heard Miss Washburn's voice +at the door.</p> + +<p>"Do let me speak to my brother," said a fresh, girlish voice. "He will +be very happy to go home with you."</p> + +<p>"No, indeed," answered Emily. "It is my own fault for staying so late, +but I don't think I shall be afraid. I walk very fast, you know. +Good-bye."</p> + +<p>When she reached the gate, she was a little startled by seeing a tall +form directly in her path.</p> + +<p>"Good evening, Miss Washburn," he said. "I was passing and heard your +remark. I don't think it wise for young ladies to be out alone at this +hour." So saying, he took her hand, placed it on his arm, in the most +matter of fact way, and went on at once with the conversation which +they had commenced during their first walk.</p> + +<p>Unconsciously to herself, the young teacher was led on to talk of her +home, her parents, of Marion and Ruth. Of Josey and her wish that he +should be a lawyer,—of herself and the desire she had felt from a +child to travel in the old world. To hear the famous composers of her +favorite music, and see with her own eyes the paintings of the old +masters.</p> + +<p>He listened as he would to a child, and said at last, "No doubt you +will go some time."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no!" she exclaimed, laughing. "That is my very airiest castle. I +never expect to go, but I long for it all the same."</p> + +<p>This was just as they parted, and he held her hand, while he said—</p> + +<p>"I'm a good prophet, I think you will go."</p> + +<p>Now he and his sister had left town, and to Cecilia's intense regret +without any arrangement having been made for Emily to pass the winter +in Washington, where, as the bride of her brother, she would have +made such a pleasing sensation. She still believed this would have +been accomplished, had it not been for a force behind the mysterious +letters, which continued to arrive at regular intervals during his +whole visit at Judge Wilson's, and which she was persuaded drew her +brother's heart in an opposite direction.</p> + +<p>So the last kisses had been interchanged, the last adieus uttered, with +a promise on both sides of writing frequently.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>The week following, the class in German had been called, and sat in the +recitation room wondering at the very unusual want of punctuality in +their teacher, when Mr. Duxbury opened the door.</p> + +<p>"Young ladies," he said, gravely, "your recitation will be omitted +to-day. You will be prepared with a double lesson to-morrow. You are +dismissed."</p> + +<p>The class broke up suddenly, and the girls surrounding Mr. Duxbury +begged to be told what was the reason Miss Washburn did not come.</p> + +<p>"Is she ill? Is any one dead? I hope she is not going to leave?"</p> + +<p>"I think I may tell you that she has received sad intelligence from +home. I'm sure you will all be very considerate of her feelings. Show +your sympathy when you see her, without intruding on her sorrow. When +she is able to speak of it, she will tell you herself."</p> + +<p>Mr. Duxbury subscribed for several daily papers in which he was in +the habit of advertising his school. On the morning of which we have +spoken, Emily, having a few spare minutes before the school would be +called to order, took up a late issue, and glanced down the columns. +Suddenly her eyes became fixed on one short paragraph, her heart beats +almost to suffocation as she sees her father's name in full, and oh, +horror of horrors! in such a connection.</p> + +<p>It was a paragraph similar to one which had so excited Marion's +indignation, but in this instance, with the full name instead of the +initials.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Duxbury happening to pass through the hall at that moment, flew +to the poor girl as she suddenly, and for almost the first time in her +life, sank fainting to the floor. The newspaper was torn to pieces, and +the contents scattered under the table.</p> + +<p>Hastily summoning her husband, with the help of one of the servants, +Emily was carried to her chamber, where she lay so long unconscious +that the lady was leaving the room to call a physician, when the poor +girl opened her eyes, and with a wild shriek, exclaimed,—</p> + +<p>"It is false! It is cruelly false! Oh, it will kill me!"</p> + +<p>Finding herself in her own room, and upon the bed, she sprang up, +saying, "I ought to be packing my trunk. I must go home. I must start +in the next train." Then a copious flood of tears came to her relief.</p> + +<p>Dismissing every one from the chamber, Mrs. Duxbury drew the sobbing +girl to a chair, and endeavored to draw from her the cause of her +sudden grief.</p> + +<p>"Oh, the paper, the cruel newspaper!" sobbed Emily. "Where is it? I +tore it up. No one must see it. The story is false. My dear, good, +honest father. Oh, how dreadful!"</p> + +<p>"Shall I go and see whether the paper is destroyed or not?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, if you would! But what shall I do? I can never be happy again. I +ought to be at home to comfort my dear father. And mother, how she will +mourn!"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Duxbury left the room, wondering what had occurred, and soon +returned with scraps of the newspaper, which she crushed together in +her hand.</p> + +<p>"Tell me all about it, my poor child," said the lady soothingly. "You +know I love you dearly, and for your sake, all who belong to you."</p> + +<p>"I can't! I can't! It's too dreadful! Oh, Mrs. Duxbury, if you knew my +dear father, you'd be sure it isn't true! He would cut off his hands +before he would take what was not his own."</p> + +<p>"And is such an outrageous charge brought against him? No wonder you +are angry. Tell me all about it, dear. Perhaps I can advise you what to +do."</p> + +<p>Then Emily, with a shudder, hid her burning blushes in her hands, and +in an unsteady voice repeated the horrid words she had seen in the +paper.</p> + +<p>"Have your parents ever hinted at any trial through which they were +passing?"</p> + +<p>"Not a word," cried Emily, with sudden hope. "Is it possible there can +be two treasurers by the name of Henry Washburn?"</p> + +<p>"That is not very probable, but still I think you are laboring under a +mistake. If it were true, your parents would never allow you to run the +risk of reading it in a public journal."</p> + +<p>"I thought they wrote in uncommonly good spirits," said Emily, wiping +away her tears. "Mrs. Duxbury, did you ever have such a dreadful trial? +I can't pray, or any thing. I can only feel how terrible such a charge +must be to my dear, godly father. Don't you think I ought to go right +home?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly not, until you hear from your parents. If it will be any +relief to you, Joseph shall go to the office when the morning mail +comes in. That will give you letters, if there are any, five or six +hours in advance of the usual time."</p> + +<p>"Thank you. Oh, Mrs. Duxbury, I'm making you a great deal of trouble! +My heart aches so, I can't bear to see any body but you, and my +scholars will wonder where I am."</p> + +<p>"Never mind the girls, dear. You must remember that your trouble is +my trouble, and I shall try to help you all I can. You know, my poor +child, where to go for abiding strength. I am going to leave you for a +little while. When Joseph comes back, I will bring you a letter if I +can."</p> + +<p>Poor Emily When she was alone, she threw herself on her knees beside +the bed, and though her sobs were too frequent for audible petitions, +yet her whole heart went out to her sympathizing Saviour in a cry for +help, and for submission to bear whatever trials might be sent upon +her. Then she arose, and after bathing her swollen eyes, sat down to +reflect on the past. The very vagueness of the rumor, made it far +more distressing to her. Not for one instant did she give credit to +the terrible accusation, but she longed to know whether it had come +suddenly upon him. Who had dared point a finger at him? Were the score +of years in which he had walked blameless in the sight of his brethren, +of no account? What course would he pursue? Would her mother sink or +rise in such an emergency? And then poor Marion and Ruth. Josey was +too young to feel the affliction as the rest would. By the time Mrs. +Duxbury returned, her brain reeled with overwhelming suggestions.</p> + +<p>"Why, my child, how pale you are," said the kind lady coming in with +a letter in her hand. "Here is something to cheer you, I hope and +believe. I shall give you half an hour to read it. See what a thick one +it is."</p> + +<p>Probably in all her happy life, Emily had never read a letter of such +absorbing interest as the ten closely written pages she held in her +hand. Her mother began in her usual manner.</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "Dear child," and then went on.<br> +<br> + "An item relating to your father has found its way into the papers, +and I sit down this evening to write you in advance of your weekly +letter from home, lest you should happen to see it, and imagine the +circumstance much worse than they are. If you could take a peep into +the study at this moment, and see your father tied by twine strings to +Josey, at the same time that he is endeavoring to find out a puzzle +that the little rogue has brought home from school; and if you could +hear your father's hearty laugh at Josey's exultant airs, as he says,—<br> +<br> + "'You can't find it out, papa. Will you give it up? It's real easy when +you know it,' then you would be sure that a good conscience can well +afford to wait God's time to bring to light whatever is momentarily +dark and obscure. Yet, Emily, we are in the midst of trial, and it is +right you should know about it. The only mistake your father has made, +of which I am aware, is, that for months this cloud has been hanging +over him, and he has kept it from us, hoping to save us from anxiety."<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>Mrs. Washburn then proceeded to relate the circumstance in detail. In +closing, she said,—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "I feel better, dear child, for having told you all this. I don't fear +the result of the trial, but I do dread the trial itself. I am resolved +to be present, and if Marion can control her indignation sufficiently +to keep quiet, I shall let her accompany me. I wish exceedingly that +we had a friend in whom we could confide, who would act as counsel for +your father. He confesses that he knows nothing whatever of the steps +he ought to take in preparation, or whether he ought to take any. But +the Bishop has proved himself very friendly, and will probably do all +that is needful.<br> +<br> + "Widow Marsh died in triumph last Monday, with a prayer for your father +still on her lips. We were both present. It was good to be there. Oh, +my child, if we only live in the fear and love of God, it is easy, yes, +blessed to die, and go to a world where all is love and joy and peace."<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>Emily still sat with the open sheets in her hand, when, after a low +tap, Mrs. Duxbury reentered the chamber.</p> + +<p>"I see," she said, with an affectionate kiss, "that your long letter +has relieved you. You have lost the strained expression of pain."</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Duxbury," cried Emily, impulsively, "I am going to prove to +you how much I love you, and how grateful I am for your kindness, by +reading you mother's letter. I suppose," she added, wiping her eyes, +"that it will be made public, and I want you and Mr. Duxbury to know +all about it."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, Emily. I don't think you will regret your confidence."</p> + +<p>The young girl began with the first sheet and read every word. When she +came to the part where her mother said—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "Your father told the Bishop he wished to have a thorough investigation +of the whole affair,—"<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>with a burst of filial tears, Emily exclaimed—</p> + +<p>"That doesn't look like a man who has defrauded the treasury."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Duxbury sat very quiet during the reading, and when the letter was +finished, she seemed to be lost in thought. At last she said,—</p> + +<p>"I know something of these ecclesiastical counsels or meetings of +reference, or whatever they are called. Tell me, Emily, am I right +about your father? Is he a man who believes every one as good as +himself?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; he is wholly unsuspicious of evil."</p> + +<p>"So I thought. Now to be examined by a company of gentlemen, even +though each individual is a saint by himself, needs a man who unites +the wisdom of the serpent with the harmlessness of the dove. I had a +friend, my dear, a cousin, who was under trial once, and—" she shook +her head in an expressive manner—"he was sacrificed,—yes, and when +he was in his grave with a broken heart, the truth which would have +vindicated him, all came out."</p> + +<p>"Don't cry so, child. I tell you as a warning, your father isn't fit, +by his own confession, to conduct his case, and he must have some legal +friend to conduct it for him. Why don't you go to Judge Wilson and +consult him? He's a good friend to you, and as true as steel."</p> + +<p>"I will! I will! Oh, Mrs. Duxbury, I feel better already. Does it cost +a great deal to employ a lawyer? You know I have more than a thousand +dollars. How gladly I will use that."</p> + +<p>"Money is no consideration in such a case, Emily. I've had experience, +you know."</p> + +<p>"I'm going to Judge Wilson's now. I'll tell him about that horrid piece +in the paper, and then read him mother's letter."</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image025" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image025.jpg" alt="image025"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_14">CHAPTER XIV.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>COUNSEL AND CLIENT.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>THE Judge was sitting in his favorite seat on the porch, with a cigar +in his mouth, when Emily found him. Mrs. Wilson, the girl had informed +her, had gone out for the afternoon.</p> + +<p>"Hi, pussy," he said laughing, "come to see papa, have you? Fi, child, +for shame to paint at your age," tapping her burning cheeks.</p> + +<p>"They are not painted with rouge," she answered, her eyes filling with +tears. "I've had bad news from home, and I've come to tell you all +about it."</p> + +<p>Judge Wilson snatched the cigar from his mouth, and was all tenderness +and attention.</p> + +<p>"All right, pussy. That's what I should expect from my adopted +daughter."</p> + +<p>"You've heard me speak of my father, sir."</p> + +<p>"I rather think I have. As near a saint as any man on earth. We lawyers +learn to reason from effect to cause, you know."</p> + +<p>Emily then burst into a eulogy of her father's devoted piety, his +instructions to his children, his self-denying labors among his people. +Then putting a violent restraint on her feelings, which the Judge saw +and approved, she gave him an account of the item she had read in the +paper, and then drawing her letter from her pocket, read it all through +from beginning to end.</p> + +<p>He had taken his cigar again, and when she had folded the sheets and +returned them to the envelope, he sat gazing abstractedly up in the +sky, the smoke wreathing into a cloud and curling up into the still +air. It was some minutes—it seemed to the waiting girl, hours—before he +spoke. Then catching a glimpse of her wistful eyes fixed so piteously +on him, he smiled, reached toward her and patted her hand, then said,—</p> + +<p>"Tell me about the periods of unconsciousness, as your mother calls +them. How long did they last?"</p> + +<p>"The first one lasted several days."</p> + +<p>"Was he wholly unconscious?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, sir! He lay ill in bed. But after that, he had several turns +of being dizzy, or, as he called it, confusion of ideas. He used to put +his hand to his head, and said the feeling was that it would fly away."</p> + +<p>"Of course, at such times, he attempted no business."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir; sometimes he tried to drive off the bad feelings. But he was +rather alarmed, one day, by finding a letter which he had written to a +clergyman in this confused state. It had fortunately not been sent from +the office. It was very incoherent and wholly aside from what he had +wished to say. He thought this a warning to attempt no business while +suffering in this manner. Once he felt that he ought to resign his +trust, but his health soon became firmer. I don't think he has had any +of these dizzy turns of late."</p> + +<p>"And so the trial comes off the last of November?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>"And you want to engage the services of a lawyer?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir. I have more than a thousand dollars of my own."</p> + +<p>Another smile and loving tap of his fingers.</p> + +<p>"You have no means of knowing whether the Committee will employ +counsel?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir. Mr. Temple, one of the Board, is a lawyer, and perhaps some +other members of the Reference will be."</p> + +<p>He nodded expressively. "Hem! Just so; well child, I think I'll +undertake the case."</p> + +<p>"You, sir? You undertake it? Oh, Judge Wilson!" She couldn't say +another word, but she put her arms around his neck and kissed him as a +loving daughter would have done.</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes, I'll be your adviser. I know Bishop —; he's a good man, +square as a brick, with a good man's leaning toward charity. But from +what I know of your father, in a Committee of Reference, he would be +like a lamb in the midst of wolves. So Mr. Temple is a lawyer, and he +thought your father, may be, had borrowed the money and forgotten to +pay it. Ha! Ha! Ha!"</p> + +<p>"It seems too good to believe that you will advise in the case. May I +tell them when I write home?"</p> + +<p>"Wait a little. I must put on my thinking cap."</p> + +<p>He sat smoking again, but Emily was very patient this time. She began +to be very hopeful in regard to the result.</p> + +<p>"Well," he began at length, "if you will vouch for the silence of your +parents, you may tell them as much as this: You have consulted a legal +friend, name me if you wish, and when the right time comes, I will see +that he has counsel to help him through."</p> + +<p>"May I tell Mrs. Duxbury?"</p> + +<p>"Not a syllable. And remember your mother, through you, must keep me +advised of everything connected with the case, however minute. There +must be no private judgment on your part, whether this or that is of +consequence. I must know everything that bears upon it in the least. +What paper did you say the statement was in?"</p> + +<p>"The Daily —."</p> + +<p>"Ah, go and see whether the copy of that paper is in the library."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir; here it is;" pointing with flushed cheeks to the item.</p> + +<p>"Do you recollect what you said once about your father's good name?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," tearfully.</p> + +<p>"Well, child, after this little blast of bad wind, your father's good +name will shine brighter than ever, or I'm a false prophet."</p> + +<p>She rose to go, saying, "I don't know how to thank you, sir."</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you how. Stay and pour out a cup of tea for me, and then +sing me a song."</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid it will be a very sad one, sir."</p> + +<p>"Go home, child!" he said with mock severity. "I don't want a client +who demeans herself as though she had lost her case. You've no +confidence in me, after all."</p> + +<p>Emily laughed aloud. "How shall I show you that I have confidence?" She +held up her lips for a kiss, but he waved her away.</p> + +<p>"Shall I sing now, sir?"</p> + +<p>"Perhaps I should feel better if you sang 'Yankee Doodle.'" This he +said in such a tragic tone that she laughed again merrily.</p> + +<p>"I thought when I saw that awful piece this morning, that my laughing +days were over." She went to the piano and played "Yankee Doodle" in +her liveliest manner, singing at the same time, "Five times five are +twenty-five and five times six are thirty." When she was through, she +heard the Judge whistling an accompaniment with great zeal.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image026" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image026.jpg" alt="image026"></figure> +<p class="t4"> +<b>Emily Praying for Relief.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>After tea she went home, leaving her letter with the Judge, and +devoted the rest of the evening to writing her mother. It was with a +full tide of gratitude that she kneeled at a late hour by her bed, to +thank her Father in Heaven for the relief that had already come to +her overburdened heart. She remembered her kind friend, the Judge, in +her petitions, and implored for him the wisdom he might need in the +direction of the case.</p> + +<p>The next morning, when the bell rang for school to commence, Emily had +given three lessons in music, and was ready for her classes in French +and German. Her pupils proved their sympathy by flocking around her, +taking her hand, and by strict obedience to her instructions, showed +her that they meant to give no unnecessary trouble.</p> + +<p>Her mother had written that they thought it best for her to remain in +U—, for the present, and she resolved to allow no personal trial to +render her unfaithful to the duties she had undertaken. Indeed, she had +a double motive for keeping busy. The moment she gave herself time to +think, she was miserably anxious to be among the loved ones.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>For two days she did not see the Judge nor Mrs. Wilson, but on the +afternoon of the third, the old lady drove to the school, asked for +Emily, and when the young girl ran to the parlor, folded her arms about +her in the most motherly manner.</p> + +<p>"My dear child," she said tenderly, "the Judge has told me all about +it. It's a burning shame, but it's sure to come out right."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I feel so safe since it is in your husband's hands."</p> + +<p>"I didn't refer to him, dear. Of course he will do all he can. If you +belonged to us, he could scarcely love you better. But, my dear Emily, +you remember there is One all-powerful who watches over His children, +and though the paths through which He leads them sometimes seem strange +and rough, yet He knows the way well, and is sure to bring them to the +right haven."</p> + +<p>"Did you read mother's letter?"</p> + +<p>"The Judge read it to me. You ought to be a good child with such +parents."</p> + +<p>"Indeed I ought."</p> + +<p>"Have you heard from Cecilia, lately?"</p> + +<p>"Last week I had a letter. You know I read it to you. She is travelling +with her brother. She is a warm-hearted girl and loves you dearly.</p> + +<p>"As I do her; and I owe her a great deal for introducing me to you and +your good husband."</p> + +<p>"Well, child, you must come and see us as often as you can. We are +older than you and can't get about as quickly."</p> + +<p>"Thank you: I always love to be there."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>A fortnight passed. Emily had heard twice from home, but nothing new +had occurred connected with the trial, except that the Committee of +Reference would consist of eight gentlemen, besides the Bishop who gave +the casting vote. This fact Emily communicated to Judge Wilson, and +also that her father seemed more cheerful than for a long time.</p> + +<p>Except by his prayers, which were exceedingly earnest and childlike, in +which he gave all his cares into the hands of his Heavenly Father, no +one would have known that he was on the eve of a trial for his honor, +which he held more precious than his life. He preached every Sunday, +and found people uncommonly willing to give, in answer to his call. In +a number of cases, he had heard of the Bishop recommending parishes to +apply to him to present the cause of missions.</p> + +<p>When Emily read this paragraph to Judge Wilson, he nodded his head +approvingly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes," he murmured. "Well, he would hardly do that if he thought +the Rector a defaulter."</p> + +<p>He referred to this again, and Emily saw him making a note of it. +Sometimes she longed to ask him how he intended to give counsel at +such a distance, and whether it would be necessary for him to go to +Canterbury. But she did not like to intrude upon his confidence, and +she felt sure he would not have undertaken it if he had not expected to +succeed.</p> + +<p>One evening, at the end of the fortnight, the young girl was in her +chamber writing to her mother, when a servant knocked at her door, and +giving her a card, told her a gentleman was in the parlor waiting to +see her.</p> + +<p>In great surprise, she read the name, "Frederic Lawrence," and only +stopping for a glance in her mirror to see whether she was presentable, +she ran quickly down stairs. She gave him her hand cordially, and then +glanced around the room.</p> + +<p>"Is not Cecilia with you?" was her eager inquiry.</p> + +<p>"No; I left her in Baltimore. I had business which called me north +again, rather unexpectedly. I did not mention to her that I should come +to U—, or she would have loaded me with messages."</p> + +<p>"When do you return South? I will try to have a letter ready for you, +if you will take the trouble to give it to her."</p> + +<p>"My return depends on circumstances." He spoke with some embarrassment, +and, to Emily's surprise, went to the door and shut it.</p> + +<p>"Miss Washburn," he began, placing a chair by her side and seating +himself in it, "if I introduce a subject painful to you, I hope you +will believe that I do it only in the way of business, and as a matter +of necessity. I refer to the Committee of Reference, appointed by your +father's request, to examine into certain accusations against his +character."</p> + +<p>Every particle of color left the poor girl's face and lips at +this sudden mention of the subject by one so much a stranger. She +determined, however, not to give way, and presently the blood came +surging back to her cheeks, painting them crimson.</p> + +<p>"Did you learn about it from Judge Wilson?" she inquired, but finding +it impossible to look him in the face.</p> + +<p>"Yes," he says, smiling, "that you have retained him, and he has +retained me. I have already been to Canterbury. I saw your friends +there, all of the family, I mean. I had a long interview with your +father. I—in fact I offered myself as his Counsel, but he refused."</p> + +<p>"Oh, why?" exclaimed Emily. "How could he?"</p> + +<p>"From his firm trust in God as an all-sufficient helper. He had an idea +that to have legal counsel would show a mistrust of divine aid. In all +my life, I never saw such faith."</p> + +<p>"But he knew of Judge Wilson's kind offer?"</p> + +<p>"No; your mother heard him say he should refuse legal advice, and she +did not tell him."</p> + +<p>"I don't know what to say, Mr. Lawrence. I can't help thinking papa has +made a mistake, and yet, he is usually very discreet and does not make +up his mind hastily—"</p> + +<p>"Your mother takes your view, and eagerly accepted my proffer of +assistance. She has a clear head, and gave me the whole facts of the +case in a manner I never heard equalled. I have set her down as a +wonderful lady. I—"</p> + +<p>He stopped, rose and walked the floor, then returned to his seat.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Lawrence—"</p> + +<p>He turned toward her abruptly, pausing for her to go on.</p> + +<p>"I want to thank you for your kindness. I can't express myself, but I +do feel grateful both to Judge Wilson and to you."</p> + +<p>He seized her hand. "May I tell you," he asked, eagerly, "what I want? +Will you pardon my abruptness, Miss Emily; I have known you a long +time, at least so it seems to me. Will you give me the right to act the +part of a son to your father? Will you be my wife?"</p> + +<p>For one moment Emily stared at him without speaking. She felt sure her +eyes betrayed her astonishment.</p> + +<p>Then, as his gaze was fixed searchingly on her face, she answered +firmly.</p> + +<p>"Certainly not, Mr. Lawrence."</p> + +<p>"I know you are not prepared for such a question. Indeed, I did +not expect to ask it to-night—I forgot that you could not know how +entirely your image has filled my mind since the first evening I had +the happiness of seeing you, but certainly you must have suspected my +devotion."</p> + +<p>"No, sir; so far from it, if I had indulged any thought on the subject, +your manner would have led me to suppose that you did not approve your +sister's friend."</p> + +<p>"Impossible! Why, I postponed my departure from time to time, and was +quite angry with Cecilia for urging me to go at all."</p> + +<p>"Certainly, sir, such an idea as my influencing you, in any way, +never occurred to me. And even if I had, this is not a time, when my +beloved father's good name is aspersed, for me to think of—of such a +proposition."</p> + +<p>He bowed gravely.</p> + +<p>"Were I even engaged to be married," she went on, "under similar +circumstances I should at once release the gentleman, for I would never +consent that another should be disgraced by the publication of such +items as I showed to Judge Wilson."</p> + +<p>"Nothing of that kind would weigh a feather with me, Miss Emily."</p> + +<p>"I have given you my answer, sir."</p> + +<p>She rose to show him that the interview was ended, and he at once +followed her example. Not a word in addition was said on either side. +He stood up, his tall form rising above her, took her hand, gazed for +a full minute steadily into her eyes, then with a heavy sigh left her +alone.</p> + +<p>She waited only till she heard the outer door shut, then flew up the +stairs to her own chamber, locked the door, and sat down, trembling, to +reflect on, and wonder at, the strange interview.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image027" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image027.jpg" alt="image027"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image028" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image028.jpg" alt="image028"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_15">CHAPTER XV.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>"THY WILL BE DONE."</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>THE morning sun was just peeping over the hills when the young teacher +rose from her sleepless couch, and proceeded in a listless manner +to dress herself, having an appointment with a pupil at a quarter +before six. On approaching the mirror, she was shocked at the idea of +presenting to any one, such a pale, wan face.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear!" she said to herself, with a sigh. "How I wish I could +see mother. To no other person living, could I confess my foolish, +ungrateful conduct. What must he think of me? When he came hundreds of +miles to do a kindness to my beloved father, and then offered me the +greatest compliment in the power of man to bestow, I might at least +have answered him civilly. Then, too, how noble to choose a time when +most men would have held aloof. How could I treat him so indifferently? +But it's past now, and all my regrets at my want of even common +politeness are too late. I have thought upon it all night, until I'm +unfit for anything."</p> + +<p>Yes, the poor child had revolved Mr. Lawrence's strange proposition, +through all the weary hours since he left. She had thought of him in +connection with her father, and the case that was pending. Suppose +that by her want of consideration she had lost him, a powerful friend, +and in consequence, that he should be sacrificed like Mrs. Duxbury's +cousin. In that case, could she ever be happy again?</p> + +<p>Then she thought of him as Cecilia's brother. What would she say to +such conduct? Would he tell her she was mistaken in her friend, and +would she withdraw her confidence?</p> + +<p>And what would Judge Wilson think of such precipitation, which +overthrew all his projects for her father's benefit? Never would she +have courage to mention the subject of her father's trial again. And +yet, what would he infer if she did not keep him informed of every +event?</p> + +<p>Rousing herself at last, she dashed cold water on her forehead, and +proceeded to get ready for her pupil. Just as she was going to the +music-room, the young scholar knocked at her door.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Miss Washburn, I'm sure you have a headache! You are so very pale. +It is not quite time for the lesson. Won't you come around the garden? +It will do you ever so much good."</p> + +<p>The morning air was clear and bracing, and Emily readily agreed to go, +and was so much benefitted by the fresh air, and her pupil's lively +conversation, that she went through not only with that lesson, but with +all her duties of the day with comparative comfort.</p> + +<p>Nothing occurred to change the current of her thoughts in regard +to Mr. Lawrence for several days. To be sure her mind dwelt on him +continually, and she wondered more and more at his supposition that +she must be aware of his affection, when he had never given her the +slightest reason to suspect it. Certainly, he was a peculiar man, or he +had peculiar ideas concerning the manner a wife was to be won.</p> + +<p>At the expected time, her mother's weekly letter came, always warmly +welcomed, but now, poor Emily pressed the unopened envelope to her +lips, her eyes dim with tears, as she said to herself,—</p> + +<p>"No matter how foolish and stupid I am, I'm sure of one to love me. +Dear, dear, mamma!"</p> + +<p>After speaking of several items of family interest, Mrs. Washburn went +on to describe a visit they had received from a gentleman, a stranger, +who gave his name as Lawrence, a clerk she thought of Judge Wilson, +but at any rate sent by him to make inquiries concerning her husband's +trial.</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "I wish you could have seen him," added the mother. "He rendered +himself so agreeable that he won us all at once. Marion is in raptures +about him, and so is Josey. He dined here twice; I insisted, you know, +as there is no hotel in the village: and the last time he had a long +conversation with your father. He offered to act as Counsel for him, +and urged his services, saying that three members of the Reference were +of the legal profession.<br> +<br> + "Strange to say, your father refused, greatly to my regret. He says God +knows his innocence of motive, and if he has in a moment of aberration, +appropriated money belonging to the Society, he does not wish it +covered up. He wants to know it, and to pay every dollar. I wish, my +dear, you could hear his prayers. Mr. Lawrence was here once during +family worship. He told me afterward that he had never listened to so +fervent, simple, childlike a prayer. He said your father was to be +envied for his perfect, childlike trust in God's loving, watchful care. +I too, believe that God will bring to light all that is now so dark, +and I do not doubt his power to do so without the aid of man: but I +believe that it is in accordance with his will that we do all we can to +aid ourselves.<br> +<br> + "Probably we shall never see Mr. Lawrence again, but I shall always +feel grateful to him for his kind interest, and also to your friend +Judge Wilson for sending him."<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>Emily sighed more than once, after reading this letter. Then she turned +back, and read again the pages relating to Mr. Lawrence. She could +scarcely imagine one so grave and dignified sitting at their table, +winning such golden opinions from them all. How they would blame her, +if they were aware that she had returned his kindness with such cold +contempt.</p> + +<p>The letter she knew ought to go to Judge Wilson. Perhaps he was already +aware that his offer of assistance through his friend, had been +refused. Still, she ought to be sure that it was so. She really felt it +impossible to carry the letter, and meet the bantering from the Judge, +if he suspected what had taken place. After reflecting for a time upon +the subject, she resolved to enclose the part relating to her father +in a note to Mrs. Wilson, adding what was really the case, that for +several days she had been troubled with headache.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>An hour only after her letter was sent, Mark drove to the door, and +asked to see Miss Washburn.</p> + +<p>"The Squire sent me for you, Miss," he explained. "I'm to bring you +without fail. That's my orders, Miss," he added, laughing. "I'm going +to the store, and if you'll be ready in fifteen minutes, I'll be back +then. But you wasn't to hurry yourself, Mrs. Wilson said."</p> + +<p>She was received with true affection, many inquiries being made +concerning her health.</p> + +<p>"You don't exercise enough, child," said the Judge, tapping her pale +cheeks. "You must give up your German classes. It won't do. We shall +have you dying of consumption. Do you have enough to eat, child?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, indeed! We keep an excellent table," was the laughing reply, +"but I confess that I haven't much appetite."</p> + +<p>"Worrying about the trial, eh! Well that will soon be over now. I don't +know what to say about your father. By the way, Frederic, Cecilia's +brother, has been here. Only staid over one night, or he would have +seen you, I suppose."</p> + +<p>Emily's heart beat more freely.</p> + +<p>"We sat up till midnight talking the case over. He'd been to +Canterbury, and got hold of some facts. He's sharp as a razor. When +once he's on the track, he's keen to ferret out any iniquity."</p> + +<p>"I agree with mother in being sorry that father refused so noble an +offer of assistance."</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes, 'twas unfortunate, but I've great faith that all will come +out right. Let me see, there are only three weeks before the case comes +on. Now we'll have some music. If you don't come oftener, I shall have +to send mother to the school to take lessons. There, child, you needn't +play Yankee Doodle to-night. We'll keep that to celebrate the full and +free acquittal of our honored treasurer, from all the charges made +against him. Now you may select something for yourself."</p> + +<p>Without a moment's hesitation, she turned over the book until she came +to a chant, set to the words, "Thy will be done."</p> + +<p class="poem"> +<br> +"'Thy will be done!' In devious way<br> + The hurrying stream of life may run:<br> + Yet still our grateful hearts shall say,<br> +<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">'Thy will be done!'</span><br> + <br> +"'Thy will be done!' If o'er us shine<br> + A gladd'ning and a prosperous sun,<br> + This prayer will make it more divine—<br> +<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">'Thy will be done!'</span><br> + <br> +"'Thy will be done!' Though shrouded o'er<br> + Our path with gloom, one comfort—one<br> + Is ours;—to breathe, while we adore.<br> +<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">'Thy will be done!'"</span><br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"If we can truly say that, we shall be happy indeed," remarked Mrs. +Wilson, quietly.</p> + +<p>Emily rose from the piano, and saw the Judge beckoning to her. His +newspaper had dropped between his knees, and two large tears were +making their way down the furrows time had graven on his cheeks. He +pointed to a chair by his side, and presently took her hand in his.</p> + +<p>"Good child!" he murmured, softly, "You've taught me a lesson, dear. +Why didn't you sing that to me before?"</p> + +<p>"I've chanted that many times," she answered, "but the words never came +home to my heart as they did then."</p> + +<p>He nodded expressively, but said no more.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Wilson soon rose to go to the dining room, as was her custom a +few minutes before each meal, and Emily followed her to offer any +assistance in her power.</p> + +<p>"Shall I tell you what the Judge said before you came?" said the old +lady, with a smile.</p> + +<p>"Yes, if you please."</p> + +<p>"He said he wished our George was old enough and good enough to win +you, he would so enjoy having you here for our real daughter. Our +little Annie would have been about your age, if she had lived. We loved +her dearly, and her father was almost heart broken when she died. I'm +almost sure those beautiful words reminded him of the time when he +tried so hard to say, 'Thy will be done!'"</p> + +<p>At the supper table, the Judge exerted himself to be agreeable. He +talked to the visitor of her home, said Frederic Lawrence had given him +a glowing account of the family, that he thought her mother a wonder, +and her older sister handsome.</p> + +<p>Emily longed to ask whether the Judge or his friend had abandoned the +idea of being present during the trial, but the burning in her cheeks +at the bare mention of Mr. Lawrence's name, took away her courage. She +learned nothing to relieve her anxiety during her visit, except what +she gleaned from one fact.</p> + +<p>Just as she was leaving, she said, "I will take mother's letter, if you +please, sir. I'm going to answer it soon."</p> + +<p>"Easier said than done, my dear," he answered laughing. "That's +documentary evidence, and is filed accordingly. Don't you recollect +the contract, child? I consented to take you for a client on the +consideration of a thousand dollars, you said you had ready, and you +were to furnish me with facts, family items, every thing that bears on +the case."</p> + +<p>His eyes twinkled, as he witnessed the astonishment of his wife at his +reference to the money.</p> + +<p>"That's a joke, Emily. He wouldn't touch a penny of your money."</p> + +<p>"Then how do you expect me to find you in bread and butter, if you +instruct my clients not to pay me."</p> + +<p>Then he sat down and laughed till he choked. "I'd give a few hundred," +he said, "to see you, child, counting out your bank bills to our +Honorable member from Michigan. Ha! Ha! Ha! No, pussy, keep it to buy +wedding finery, which, if all the young men weren't blind, you'd have +had occasion for some time ago."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image029" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image029.jpg" alt="image029"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image030" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image030.jpg" alt="image030"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_16">CHAPTER XVI.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>THE TELEGRAM.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>A LETTER from Cecilia arrived the next week, stating that she had at +last reached home and that her happiness would be complete, if Emily +were with her to share the eager welcome extended to herself and +Frederic, from parents, neighbors and friends.</p> + +<p>She stated, as an item of news, which was exciting great attention in +their western world, that Frederic had carried up an important patent +case to the Supreme Court, where, according to the newspapers, he had +argued for five hours with such power and skill that he carried all +before him.</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "The best part of it was," added his sister, "that he won and received +thirty thousand dollars for his services, though to be sure he has +been engaged for a year in looking it up; all the time indeed that +poor unsuspecting 'I' thought he was such a devoted brother travelling +solely for my benefit. If you could be present at one of our western +parties, and see how he is toasted and feasted and made much of, you +would be surprised, considering, I mean, the stupid way in which he +conducted himself in U—.<br> +<br> + "I have told my father and mother all about my pet friend, and they +cordially unite with me in the wish that you may take a trip out west, +and make us a real good visit, at no distant day.<br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">"CECILIA.</span><br> +<br> + "P. S. I have read the letter to Frederic at the request of his Honor. +But when I asked him whether he had any message, he paused a full +minute, then said, gravely, 'No, I think not.' You can easily imagine +that I gave his ears a frightful reminder of my indignation in your +behalf."<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>The young teacher was very busy in preparing her classes for the +quarterly examination, and practicing new pieces for the Commencement +Levee, at Mr. Duxbury's particular request. In this manner, day +after day flew by, until less than one week intervened before the +twenty-second of November, the time appointed for the Council.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Washburn kept her daughter informed of every thing connected with +the case, at Emily's request, writing such items on separate sheets, +which the young girl would show to the Judge. Nothing of importance had +occurred since the reading of the quarterly report by the Treasurer, +when a warm debate took place in reference to past accounts, except a +visit from the Bishop, who passed the Sunday with them, and confirmed +six persons, who had been presented for that purpose by Mr. Whiting, +the new Rector.</p> + +<p>On this occasion, Mrs. Washburn inquired in reference to the manner of +conducting the trial, and announced her determination to be present +during all its sessions. The Bishop smiled and said, "Such a course +is unusual, but I see no objection to it." After this, he took an +opportunity to inform the Rector what would be expected of him. The +conversation soon became so free that Mrs. Washburn informed him that +as her husband knew far more about laying out a sermon, and looking +up authorities on different topics connected with it than he did the +technical terms of law, or the management of his own case, she had +wished him to employ a lawyer to assist him, and that a friend had +voluntarily offered to act as his Counsel, but he had refused.</p> + +<p>"Why so?" he asked. "There is no objection to such a course."</p> + +<p>The Rector then had stated the reasons which had prevented him from +accepting legal advice, at which the Bishop had seemed much moved, +merely adding,—</p> + +<p>"God never disappoints the expectations of those who put their trust in +Him."</p> + +<p>This letter reached Emily on Thursday. The trial was appointed to +commence on Tuesday of the next week. It was expected to last two or +three days. On Friday night, Emily sat with one of her German pupils, +correcting an exercise, when a servant entered requesting her to step +to the door. She found Mr. Duxbury signing his name in a book, while a +boy, with an envelope in his hand, stood waiting to deliver it.</p> + +<p>"A telegram for you, Miss Washburn."</p> + +<p>She seized it with a sinking heart, and read,—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "Come home immediately. Father dangerously ill."<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"Mr. Duxbury, what time does the next train start?" The voice was so +strained and unnatural that the gentleman would not have known from +whom it came had not he seen Emily, pallid and ghastly, with her hands +firmly pressed to her heart, gazing in his face with her pitiful eyes.</p> + +<p>He took out his watch. "If you must take the night train to Albany, +you have nearly an hour. Joseph shall go with you so far, and see you +safely on board the train going east."</p> + +<p>She tried to speak, but no sound came from her white lips.</p> + +<p>At this moment Mrs. Duxbury came hurrying in, and took Emily in her +arms.</p> + +<p>"My precious child," she whispered, "what can I say to comfort you?"</p> + +<p>"Pray for him and for me."</p> + +<p>"I will go and pack your travelling bag; whatever you need after, shall +be sent by express." She then directed a servant to pack lunch for two +or three meals, and followed the poor girl to her chamber.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mrs. Duxbury, will God let him die before his name is vindicated?" +The eyes were tearless, but the tone was agony.</p> + +<p>"My dear child, God loves your father with a deeper, better love than +yours. If it is His will to take him to dwell with Himself, He will +surely vindicate him in His own good time. My poor friend's name shines +clear now, though he lies in his grave."</p> + +<p>Emily groaned, but went on hurriedly to arrange her dress for the sad +journey.</p> + +<p>"Don't try to keep back your tears, my poor child," urged the lady, +almost frightened at the wild glance in Emily's eyes.</p> + +<p>She only shook her head, but said presently,—</p> + +<p>"I want to ask Mr. Duxbury to send, in the morning, to Judge Wilson. +They must know, without fail, that I have gone home, and why."</p> + +<p>"He will go with you to the station, and call there on his way back."</p> + +<p>"Thank you; now I am ready." She stood one moment gazing around the +room where she had passed so many happy hours, then with a deep sigh, +went down stairs.</p> + +<p>The girls were all in the hall. They had begged to be allowed to give +their loved teacher a parting embrace, promising not to say one word. +As she passed through them, she lifted her veil and gave every one a +silent kiss, put her arms around Mrs. Duxbury's neck, whispering the +petition,—</p> + +<p>"Pray that I may have the heart to say, 'Thy will, not mine, be done.'"</p> + +<p>Joseph was already at the door with the carryall. Mrs. Duxbury repeated +Emily's request concerning the message to Judge Wilson, and they drove +away.</p> + +<p>"I have consulted the paper," said Mr. Duxbury, "and find you will +arrive in Albany at five to-morrow morning. Joseph will see you +comfortably seated in the right car; he is used to travelling, and you +may safely leave everything to him. We shall follow you through every +mile of your journey; but what is of more consequence you will have the +companionship and sympathy of your Saviour. He suffered, you remember, +that he might share our grief."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, sir. I love to think of that. Oh, Mr. Duxbury! What if +he—what if I should never see him again! I don't think I could endure +it."</p> + +<p>"'As thy days, so shall thy strength be.' Here we are at the station. +Good-bye, my dear. May God go with you and support you."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>It was near dusk the next evening when Emily, worn with suspense and +fatigue, reached the city near her home, and leaving the cars, hurried +as fast as her strength would allow, toward the street from which the +omnibus started for Canterbury. It had been gone about ten minutes. +Poor Emily! She stood one minute almost stunned with disappointment.</p> + +<p>"Can I endure another hour of suspense?" she asked herself.</p> + +<p>She walked on, hesitating what to do, and wondering whether she could +walk five miles in the dark, when to her surprise, she heard her name +called. It was Mr. Butler, one of their neighbors, who had been to the +train with a carryall to meet her, but missing her there, followed her +to the omnibus stand.</p> + +<p>"How is he?" she gasped out.</p> + +<p>"About the same. The doctors have a consultation this evening."</p> + +<p>"There is hope, then?"</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid there is very little."</p> + +<p>"Is it fever?"</p> + +<p>"Pneumonia. He took cold attending a funeral, last Wednesday, in a +violent storm." No more was said.</p> + +<p>Emily had no heart to ask further questions, and he volunteered no +information. The poor girl had known him all her life, and was sure if +he could give her any encouragement, he would not fail to do so.</p> + +<p>In less than an hour from her leaving the cars, she reached home—the +dear, dear home where her father's arms had always been outstretched to +receive her, but where he now lay unconscious of all about him.</p> + +<p>As the carriage stopped, Marion appeared at the door, and the sisters +were speedily in a close embrace. Marion's face was pale as marble. +There were no traces of tears.</p> + +<p>Emily sank into a chair in the familiar room, and with one glance +toward her father's writing-table, with papers here and there just as +he had left them, she burst into tears.</p> + +<p>"Tell me," she sobbed, "tell me all."</p> + +<p>"Dr. Monger and his young partner Dr. Rand have just gone. They agreed +mostly with our doctor, but Dr. Rand wished to try a new remedy which +has been very successful in the hospitals. He is coming back soon, and +will remain all night. Dr. Sumner is here now."</p> + +<p>"There is hope then?"</p> + +<p>"I think Dr. Rand feels that there is a chance for his life. I heard +him tell mamma that papa's strict temperance in eating and drinking is +a great thing in his favor—that medicines, which have little effect in +cases of others, seem to do the desired work with him."</p> + +<p>"Does papa know his danger?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes!" murmured Marion, her whole face assuming an expression of +elevation. "He is perfectly happy. The house has been full of people to +hear him talk, ministers, and gentlemen from the city, even. It seems +like having the gates of heaven open to be in his chamber."</p> + +<p>"Mr. Butler told me he was lying in a stupor."</p> + +<p>"Yes; that is in consequence of the new medicine Dr. Rand has given +him. He has scarcely slept a moment before."</p> + +<p>"How is mamma?"</p> + +<p>"Perfectly well, and so calm you wouldn't know there was anything the +matter. Now take off your hat and get some supper. I'll go up to papa, +and then mamma will come down."</p> + +<p>A light step came over the stairs, and Emily started up and put her +arms around her mother's neck.</p> + +<p>"You poor, tired child," said the lady, after one glance into her +daughter's face, "You must eat a hearty supper and then go to bed. I +suppose Marion has told you that Dr. Rand will be here through the +night. I shall get all the sleep I can, so as to have strength for +to-morrow."</p> + +<p>"I must see him first, mamma."</p> + +<p>"So you may, my dear. I'm so glad to have you here. We who have been +so privileged as to be in papa's sick room, have witnessed scenes that +we can never forget. Now, I'll go to the dining room with you. I have +taken nothing yet."</p> + +<p>Ruth and Josey started with surprise at the sight of their sister. They +were not aware that she had arrived. Josey's eyes were red and swollen. +He had been trying to read his Sunday School book, but his heart was +evidently with his father.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>At nine o'clock, Dr. Rand came and went directly up stairs to his +patient. Noticing no one, he passed at once to the bed, bent his ear to +the sick man's breast, felt his skin, then sat down with his watch to +count the pulse. Finally he took the lamp from the table and held it +above the patient where the light would reflect on his face.</p> + +<p>Poor Emily, who was present, could not suppress a groan, as, for the +first time, she saw the ghastly, deathlike hue.</p> + +<p>"Do you perceive any change?" inquired Dr. Sumner, retiring with Dr. +Rand a few steps into the entry.</p> + +<p>"I must apply my thermometer before I can decide," was the brief reply. +"When did he take the quinine last?"</p> + +<p>"At eight precisely."</p> + +<p>Dr. Rand went back to the bed, stood several minutes thoughtfully +regarding the sick and apparently dying man, then taking a piece of +rice paper from a box on the table, took a powder from his pocket, +folded the damp paper over it, and gently raising the patient's head, +skilfully pushed it down his throat without awaking him.</p> + +<p>"Now," said he, in a low tone, approaching Mrs. Washburn, "I want the +house quiet. You can all go to bed, only tell me where to go to call +you if I need anything. He will sleep for several hours."</p> + +<p>"Knock at the door opposite," she answered. Then added, "You will find +on a waiter, in the entry, some food for yourself."</p> + +<p>"I need nothing."</p> + +<p>"Can you give me a word of hope, doctor?"</p> + +<p>"His strength to-night fully equals my expectations. As for the rest, +he is in the hands of a compassionate God."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir; and I thank Him that He gives me grace to say, 'Thy will, +not mine, be done.'"</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image031" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image031.jpg" alt="image031"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image032" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image032.jpg" alt="image032"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_17">CHAPTER XVII.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>THE GATE OF HEAVEN.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>FATIGUED by her long journey, Emily slept soundly until morning. She +was awakened by seeing her mother bending over her with a smile.</p> + +<p>"Come, my dear, your father is awake, and has inquired for you."</p> + +<p>"Is he better then?"</p> + +<p>"Dr. Rand says he is no worse."</p> + +<p>In a few minutes, Emily passed out of her chamber, saw Dr. Rand lying +asleep on a lounge in the little sitting room over the front door: and +then noiselessly glided to her father's side.</p> + +<p>Putting a violent restraint on her feelings, she bent over him, and +kissed repeatedly his forehead, then seizing the hand he feebly held +out to her, she knelt by the bed holding it to her lips.</p> + +<p>"Welcome—home,—dear," he murmured faintly. "Remember, whether—I live—or +die, that I love you tenderly."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Washburn came forward to the bed. "That will do," she said. "You +may look at each other, but no more talking at present. Here comes +Marion with your beef tea, papa. Emily shall see me feed you, because +she'll be wanting to take her turn."</p> + +<p>A smile of ineffable sweetness shone on his face.</p> + +<p>She spread a napkin under his chin, and tenderly as a mother would a +babe, gave him half a dozen spoonfuls.</p> + +<p>He then motioned to Emily, and whispered the words, "Sing, Rock of +ages."</p> + +<p>Her voice at first unsteady, rose gradually, and at length filled the +room, the patient lying with his eyes shut, with an expression of holy +rapture on every feature.</p> + +<p>Dr. Rand afterwards told Marion that his sleep was disturbed by an +angel's song, which thrilled his whole soul.</p> + +<p>When she had finished, his lips moved, and bending nearer, Emily heard +him repeating the words,—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +<br> +"Simply to thy cross I cling."<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>Then he lay so quiet that Mrs. Washburn left the chamber to give some +necessary directions below.</p> + +<p>This was the Sabbath, and at nine o'clock, the bells of different +churches rang for Sunday School. The sound roused the sick man, who +spoke aloud with considerable strength, repeating the lines—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +<br> +"Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,<br> + But there's a nobler rest above."<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>Then breaking out with a strain of rapture, he exclaimed in the words +of the Psalmist,—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord +is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? . . . When thou +saidst, Seek ye my face; my heart said unto Thee, Thy face, Lord, will +I seek . . . I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness +of the Lord in the land of the living.'"<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>At ten o'clock, Dr. Summer came and found the stairs and upper hall +filled with members of the church, to whom the sick man had formerly +ministered. Dr. Rand would not allow them to go into the chamber, on +account of his patient's difficult breathing, but they wept as they +heard his voice giving testimony to the reality and power of the +religion of Jesus in a dying hour.</p> + +<p>This continued through the day, the patient being propped up with +pillows, occasionally sinking off into a doze. Toward night, the fever +raged to an alarming degree. Dr. Rand who had been absent a few hours, +said that the crisis was approaching, and that he should not leave his +patient. Anodynes in large quantities were given, but for some time +appeared to have little effect. Once when they thought him asleep, he +opened his eyes, and asked,—</p> + +<p>"How long have I to live?"</p> + +<p>"Why?" inquired the doctor, keeping his fingers on the wiry pulse.</p> + +<p>"Before I die, I want to bear my testimony for Jesus."</p> + +<p>"God willing, we shall keep you for twenty-four hours."</p> + +<p>He seemed perfectly satisfied.</p> + +<p>But Marion who stood by, suddenly left the room with a cry of agony.</p> + +<p>For an hour or two, his distress was terrible. Every breath was a +groan, and yet in the midst of his agony, he looked up at his wife, and +gasped the words,—</p> + +<p>"All—is—peace. My Saviour—is—leading—me—gently down—to—the—swelling +flood—" then after a moment added,—"Read."</p> + +<p>She instantly turned to the twenty-third psalm, and read it in a clear +voice. When she came to the words, "'Yea, though I walk through the +valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with +me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.'"</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes," he repeated, "they comfort me."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>Before ten o'clock the next morning, a carriage stopped at the gate, +and the Bishop alighted. He was accompanied by Mr. Temple.</p> + +<p>Emily took her mother's place by the bedside, while she went below.</p> + +<p>The good Bishop, with deep sympathy and solicitude, inquired concerning +the sick man, and Mrs. Washburn, without a tear, gave him an account of +her husband's illness. She described his state of rapture, his exalted +views of God's glory, and the richness of his love to fallen man, in +sending Jesus Christ as a propitiation for their sins.</p> + +<p>The Bishop, with feeling, remarked, "It is better to go to the house of +mourning, than to the house of feasting. You have indeed had a glorious +privilege to witness such triumph."</p> + +<p>He was interrupted by a strain of music from the chamber above. It was +a strain of rapture.</p> + +<p class="poem"> +<br> +"Salvation, oh, the joyful sound,<br> + 'Tis music in our ears,<br> +A sovereign balm for every wound,<br> + A cordial for our fears."<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>Not a word was spoken until the song was finished, and then the lady +explained,—</p> + +<p>"It is my daughters, singing to their father. He often requests them to +sing, and names the words. I will tell him you are here."</p> + +<p>She returned almost instantly, with a request that they would follow +her to the chamber.</p> + +<p>The Rector was raised nearly to a sitting position. His breathing +was so difficult that every respiration could be distinctly observed +through the counterpane which covered him, but his face was more than +serene. It was stamped with holy joy.</p> + +<p>"Welcome friends," he said, as they approached the bed, and grasped his +hot, dry hand. "I'm almost through. The Lord is very gracious to me."</p> + +<p>After words of sympathy and affection from the Bishop, he asked,—</p> + +<p>"Have you no regret in leaving the world just at this juncture?"</p> + +<p>"The Lord God is my Lord. He will vindicate my cause." Then added with +an expression of fervor,—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'They that trust in the Lord shall be as Mount Zion that cannot be +removed.'<br> +<br> + "'The Lord is on my side; I will not fear: what can man do unto me?'"<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"Happy indeed are those who can rest their burden on the Lord," +murmured the Bishop, his eyes filling with tears.</p> + +<p>"There have been times of late," said the sick man, speaking slowly +and with great effort, "when I have had to fortify my mind with His +promises.—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'Though I walk in the midst of trouble, Thou wilt revive me: Thou +shalt stretch forth Thine hand against the wrath of Thine enemies, and +Thy right hand shall save me.'"<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>Mr. Temple rose from his chair and left the room, but almost +immediately returned, his countenance expressive of deep emotion.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Washburn," he said, grasping the hand of the sick man, "I have +wronged you in thought and in word. Can you forgive me?"</p> + +<p>A bright smile illumined the sick man's face, as he replied,—</p> + +<p>"Truly and fully I forgive you. I trust we shall spend a blessed +eternity together in sounding the praises of our common Master."</p> + +<p>"Thank you." And kneeling by the bedside, he touched his lips to the +Rector's hand.</p> + +<p>Emily, at this moment, went to the bed to give her father his quinine, +and he made her understand that he wanted the Bishop to pray.</p> + +<p>"Thank you," he said, when the prayer was ended. "It has done me good—I +feel better," he said slowly, and indeed he did speak with less effort.</p> + +<p>The visitors rose at once to leave, the Bishop saying,—</p> + +<p>"It has been good to be here. It is indeed like the gate of Heaven."</p> + +<p>They went down stairs, but seemed reluctant to leave the house without +seeing one of the physicians.</p> + +<p>The sick man, after taking part of a cup of broth, sank into a quiet +sleep.</p> + +<p>"What is this? I cannot account for this change," exclaimed Dr. Rand, +after a short examination of his patient an hour or two later.</p> + +<p>"Is it a favorable change?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly. Every symptom is improved."</p> + +<p>"It may be that the Lord has heard the prayer of a good man," said the +patient, with a smile which was not of earth.</p> + +<p>"Our Bishop has been here," explained Marion. "Papa at once said he +felt better."</p> + +<p>And indeed, wonderful to relate, from this time the sharp distress in +the chest abated, the breathing became more natural. Soon the effects +of the tonics and nourishing broths became apparent in the increasing +strength of the sick man, until, on the morning of the second day after +the crisis, he seemed to realize his own improvement.</p> + +<p>His wife was wiping his face with a damp cloth, when he looked up at +her, and asked with deep solemnity,—</p> + +<p>"Mary, am I coming back to the world?"</p> + +<p>"We hope so. Do you regret it?"</p> + +<p>He paused a moment before replying. "I was near enough," he said, "to +hear the harpers with their harps, and their song ever was,—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'Worthy is the lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and +wisdom, and strength, and honor, and glory, and blessing.'<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"Still," he added, after a long pause, "life is sweet. I would like to +do something for my Master, to show Him my gratitude."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>On the third day after this, Drs. Sumner and Rand met in the sick +chamber for the last time. After giving his patient some general +advice, Dr. Sumner said,—</p> + +<p>"Mr. Washburn, under God, you owe your life to this young man. His care +and skill have been blessed to your recovery. As he says he shall not +cease his visits at present, there will be no need of my coming except +occasionally as a friend."</p> + +<p>The Rector expressed his thanks to both of them, in which his wife most +fervently joined. Marion, who had been waiting on her father, rose and +left the room. It was some time before she heard the firm step she had +learned to know so well, and going out into the hall to meet him she +began,—</p> + +<p>"Dr. Rand, how can I thank you?" Then overcome by her emotion, she +covered her face and wept.</p> + +<p>"Miss Marion," he said, gently, "you owe me no gratitude; I have done +as much for a hundred patients in the hospital who never thought of +thanks. It has been a great privilege to be here. Many times while +watching over him and thinking a few hours must be the end, I have +prayed as I never prayed before,—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like +his.'<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"Yes," he added, tenderly taking her hand from her face, "on many +accounts which I cannot explain to you now, I consider these visits the +most fortunate of my whole practice."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>In a few weeks, Mr. Washburn was able to leave his room and go below +to his meals. He now gained strength rapidly, and talked as though he +should soon be able to preach. His wife often wondered whether he would +again propose a trial, but as yet she had said nothing to him on the +subject.</p> + +<p>Emily had, weeks before, received her trunk from U—. The Christmas +holidays were so near that she resolved not to return till New Year's, +and perhaps not till Easter. She had received most affectionate letters +from Judge and Mrs. Wilson, also from her friends at the school, and +from Cecilia, in Washington. The latter said she was getting tired +of entertaining visitors for her brother, and wished he would marry +so that she could be with her parents who were not well. Emily was +confident, however, from the tone of her friend's letter, that she had +not an idea that he had asked any one to be his wife. Indeed, whenever +Emily's thoughts recurred to that strange interview, it seemed like the +wildest dream.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image033" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image033.jpg" alt="image033"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image034" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image034.jpg" alt="image034"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_18">CHAPTER XVIII.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>THE STRANGE PROPOSITION.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>ONE evening toward the last of December, the Rev. Mr. Whiting called, +and was shown into the Rector's study. He had always exhibited marked +respect toward his predecessor, and had held himself entirely aloof +from the rumors circulated in regard to the fraud. During the Rector's +late sickness, he had been a frequent visitor, and confessed to his +young wife that the lessons he learned in that sick chamber, were +worth more than all the sermons on preparation for death that he had +ever heard. He now came to invite Mr. Washburn to present the cause of +missions to his former people, assuring him that if he felt equal to +the effort, he would greatly delight his old friends, and he hoped they +would contribute generously to the cause.</p> + +<p>As he entered the study, the Rector was writing, and merely pushed the +sheet of paper from his hand, before rising to welcome the visitor. +Before they concluded the arrangement, Mr. Washburn passed the nearly +finished letter to Mr. Whiting, with this remark—</p> + +<p>"You are no doubt aware, sir, that an examination by a Committee of +Reference, concerning certain charges against me was only delayed by +my illness. As you will see by my note to them,—" passing him the open +sheet,—"my desire is that a new and early appointment be made for the +trial. Would it not be best to delay my presentation of the cause to +your people until after that has taken place?"</p> + +<p>Mr. Whiting hastened to assure him that he was confident the accusers +were laboring under a mistake.</p> + +<p>"Stop, sir," urged the Rector, with a smile, "you are prejudging the +case." Then with great seriousness, he added, "It is certainly true +that there is a discrepancy in the accounts, and I shall never rest +until this is accounted for. I look to the examiners to help me. The +more carefully they go over the ground, the more grateful I shall be +to them. If during my attacks of dizziness, I disposed of several +thousands of dollars of money contributed in charity, I hope their +researches will discover what I did with it. Otherwise I shall have to +make this loss good, which at my age, I confess will be a heavy burden +to me. That is exactly how the case stands. Now if you prefer to have +me postpone preaching for your people for a few weeks, I will do so."</p> + +<p>"No, indeed, sir. I shall take it as a mark of friendship, if you +will occupy the pulpit next Sunday, a part or the whole of the day, +as you feel able." He rose, and seizing the Rector's hand, shook it +warmly, saying, "I respect you, sir, more than I can express, for this +confidence in one so much younger than yourself. Should I ever be +placed in such an unfortunate position, I hope I shall profit by your +example."</p> + +<p>"Ah!" responded the Rector, with quick feeling. "I can give you a good +staff to help you over a rough road:—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee.'<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"His promise is sure."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>Before the letter to the Committee was sent, Mr. Washburn read it to +his wife and two older daughters.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Emily. "How glad I shall be to have it over."</p> + +<p>As she was intending to go to the city for some calls, her father +requested her to leave the letter with his clerk at his office, for the +moment forgetting that it might not be pleasant for her to meet Barnes +Bailey. How little any of those present realized that this meeting +was one of a series of circumstances which their Heavenly Father had +arranged to result in the complete vindication of his afflicted servant.</p> + +<p>On her way to the city, Emily's reluctance to meet her father's clerk +every moment increased, until at length, she resolved to call at a +friend's house, and send a messenger with the letter to the office.</p> + +<p>"But this is cowardly," she said to herself. "It is early; I will go +there first. Probably he will not be in, and I can leave it on his +table."</p> + +<p>Her hope, however, of not seeing him was disappointed. Her knock at the +office door was instantly answered, and Barnes Bailey, not having yet +removed his hat and coat, came to open it.</p> + +<p>At the sight of her, he started back in great confusion, his face +flushing painfully. He held out his hand, and instantly recovering +himself, paid her a fulsome compliment on her improved appearance, +excusing his momentary surprise by saying, "I was just thinking of +your father, or rather of you, in connection with him. In fact, I came +earlier to the office to write you a note."</p> + +<p>"I am in haste," exclaimed Emily, with great dignity, handing him the +letter with her father's directions. "If you have anything to say to my +father, or to me, you can come to Canterbury."</p> + +<p>"No! No!" he urged eagerly. "It is a confidential communication for +your ear solely. This letter to the Committee is, I suppose, in +reference to your father's trial. I must tell you before that. I beg +you to stop a few moments. Take a chair; I will not detain you long."</p> + +<p>His manner was so abrupt and strange and positive that Emily knew not +how to refuse. Not a suspicion entered her mind of the purport of his +communication. He had rolled her father's arm-chair toward her, and she +sat down, when he excited her indignation again by opening the door +into the hall, looking out, then shutting the door and locking it.</p> + +<p>"I insist upon going, Mr. Bailey," she exclaimed, starting from her +chair.</p> + +<p>He only waved her back to her seat, every particle of color having left +his face.</p> + +<p>"It is for your father's sake—that is partly—that I make this +communication. I am your father's clerk, and so pretty well acquainted +with his affairs. Since he has been ill— and—and before, I have not +been idle. I have suspicions, no, I have almost a certainty that I have +discovered the mistake in regard to the books."</p> + +<p>"Why did not you at once inform my father of this?"</p> + +<p>"For reasons good and satisfactory to me. Miss Emily, it is for you to +decide whether he ever shall be made acquainted with them. I have only +to keep my month shut, and he will be deposed from his office, and end +his days in disgrace. You can save him."</p> + +<p>He approached nearer to her, and bent over her chair. His whole manner +was so violent, and there was such a glare in his eyes that she could +only think of a madman. But the very emergency of the case made her +courage rise. Suppressing every sign of fear, she stood up, drawing +up her form, and throwing back her head in a way she had when under +intense excitement.</p> + +<p>"Explain yourself, Mr. Bailey," she said coldly. "I cannot imagine how +I can help or hinder you."</p> + +<p>"Do you remember your answer to my proposal of marriage?" The words +were almost hissed out.</p> + +<p>She bowed.</p> + +<p>"Reverse that answer, and I will set your father free."</p> + +<p>"Do you not know my father better than to suppose he would purchase his +freedom by the sacrifice of his daughter's happiness?" Her tone was +freezing.</p> + +<p>"I give you three days to decide," he said, trying to control his +passion. "But you must decide for yourself. If you determine to accept +my offer, I will devote my life to your happiness. If not—why—the +charges of fraud will be sustained."</p> + +<p>"God will take care of those charges, sir. Now I must go. I'll thank +you to unlock the door."</p> + +<p>"Remember," he said, "three days," obeying her.</p> + +<p>"Three days," she repeated, leaving the room with a slight bow.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>Emily's friend was intensely astonished when, on going to the parlor +to give a cordial welcome to her favorite schoolmate, the young lady +rushed into her arms with a burst of tears.</p> + +<p>For a few minutes, she wept so violently that she could give no answer +to the repeated inquiry,—</p> + +<p>"What is it, dear? What can it be, Emily?"</p> + +<p>"Papa has been very ill, you know," she replied, evasively, "and—and—my +nerves are shaken, and—I met an old acquaintance, and—I'm all worried +and nervous. Don't mind me. I'll be better, presently."</p> + +<p>The young lady was well acquainted with the charges against Rev. Mr. +Washburn, which, however, she knew him too well to believe. But she at +once attributed Emily's agitation to a meeting in which the trial had +been discussed, and did not wonder at it.</p> + +<p>"You're to spend the day with me," she urged, rising to take off her +friend's hat and sack.</p> + +<p>"I can't. It is impossible. I'll come another time. I've come in to +make some calls, and I want you to go with me. Don't refuse, for I need +you."</p> + +<p>Seeing that she was in earnest, her friend consented, and after a few +minutes rose to prepare for the walk.</p> + +<p>As it was a fine winter morning, two of her friends were out, and one +was engaged with a sick brother, so that they only left their cards.</p> + +<p>By noon, Emily found herself at the gate of her father's house. During +the ride home, she had reflected on the strange conduct of Mr. Bailey, +and resolved, for the present, to say nothing to her parents on the +subject, but to write a minute account of the transaction to her friend +Judge Wilson. Could she have imagined that he would send it by the next +mail to Hon. Frederic Lawrence, she would have hesitated. But this fact +she did not know. Once, indeed, she resolved to take the cars, make a +flying visit to U—, talk with the Judge, make some arrangement with +Duxbury about her classes, and be home before the Sabbath, but this, on +farther reflection, she gave up.</p> + +<p>She went at once to the study, merely said, "I did your errand, papa," +and left him, without giving time for farther questions.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>Fortunately at dinner, Josey had a long story to tell of some plan for +a grand coasting party, and no one noticed Emily's appearance, except +her mother, who asked kindly,—</p> + +<p>"Did you suffer from the cold, my dear? Your cheeks show that you have +been exposed to the wind."</p> + +<p>The afternoon was passed by Emily in covering three sheets with fine +writing. The more she reflected on what had passed, the more importance +she attached to the words of the clerk.</p> + +<p>"I always distrusted him," she said half aloud, "now I believe him +capable of any iniquity."</p> + +<p>The western mail left the city at eight in the morning. If the letter +went the next day, it must be taken to the Canterbury office in season +for the evening hourly. She resolved, therefore, to carry it at once, +and inviting Marion to accompany her in a walk, set off in season to +return before dark.</p> + +<p>On their way, they met Dr. Rand in his sleigh.</p> + +<p>Emily smiled to see how Marion blushed as she recognized him.</p> + +<p>He jumped from his sleigh, and asked whether he should not have the +pleasure of seeing them at the Rectory.</p> + +<p>Marion pressed her sister's arm, as a signal for her to turn back, but +she answered,—</p> + +<p>"We are only going to the office, and shall be home almost as soon as +you are."</p> + +<p>"Oh!" he exclaimed. "I'm going farther on to see a patient, but I +intended to call on my way back."</p> + +<p>"Mother would be delighted to have you take tea with us," Emily said.</p> + +<p>At which happy suggestion Marion gave her arm another squeeze.</p> + +<p>"Thank you; I'll be there with pleasure. Duke has already become +acquainted with your father's stable." He jumped into his sleigh, and +raising his seal-skin cap, with a low bow, dashed away.</p> + +<p>"I have a great respect for Dr. Rand," said Emily, as they walked on. +"I think him a true gentleman."</p> + +<p>"I can't help thanking him for his attention to papa," murmured Marion, +blushing again.</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image035" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image035.jpg" alt="image035"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_19">CHAPTER XIX.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>THE COMMITTEE OF REFERENCE.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>THE Committee had appointed the second week in January for their +adjourned meeting. The first session was to be on Tuesday at ten +o'clock. The Bishop had met Mr. Washburn by appointment at his office, +and had told him that if he had changed his mind, and would like the +counsel of a lawyer in regard to any point, or to make a statement of +his case, Mr. Temple would be glad to act for him. He explained that +since Mr. Washburn's illness, this gentleman had become a staunch +friend—that if the Rector would give him an opportunity to show his +full confidence in the honesty and ability displayed in the management +of the Society, he would be very grateful.</p> + +<p>In return, the Rector had promised if he needed any aid to call upon +Mr. Temple, but added with a smile, "I do not want legal advisers to +help me cover up any acts of mine. I need all the aid I can get to go +to the bottom of this difficulty, and bring the hidden things to light. +In regard to the final result, I feel as sure as that God's promises +are true, that He will bring me forth and set my feet in a large place."</p> + +<p>The Bishop placed his hand on the Rector's shoulder, saying, "You are a +happy man. Blessed are all they that put their trust in Him."</p> + +<p>The Sunday previous to the trial, the Rector preached in the city near +by, and Mrs. Washburn accompanied him, intending to return home on +Sunday evening. Mrs. Hall, the friend wish whom they stopped, begged +permission to accompany Mrs. Washburn to the room where the trial was +to take place. She also insisted that the whole family should take +their dinners with her, as there was to be a morning and afternoon +session.</p> + +<p>The same Sunday the Rector's family had taken their seats in their own +slip, when, happening to glance toward a side pew, Emily met the eyes +of the member from Michigan fixed full upon her. Her surprise was so +great that the blood flew into her cheeks, and her heart beat so fast +that she could scarcely breathe.</p> + +<p>In a moment, Marion and Ruth recognized him, and bowed.</p> + +<p>Josey, who was next his sister Emily, touched her and whispered, "There +is Mr. Lawrence. I'm going to speak to him after service. I'm very well +acquainted with him."</p> + +<p>It was in vain Emily resolved not to turn her eyes in that direction. +There is a kind of fascination when one feels that the eyes of another +are fastened on them, and her disobedient orbs continually wandered in +the direction of Mr. Lawrence.</p> + +<p>When the hymn was given out, Joseph noticed that the gentleman had no +book, and instantly, without being told, stepped across the aisle to +pass him one. When the service was concluded, Mr. Lawrence joined them, +shook hands cordially with Marion, who then introduced her sister.</p> + +<p>Emily knew that she was blushing furiously, and the consciousness of +this, and the vexation she felt that he should witness her confusion, +rendered her unable to explain that she had met him before.</p> + +<p>When out of the church, Marion went forward, and the gentleman, with +only a glance behind, joined her, leaving Emily with Ruth. Josey had +seized Mr. Lawrence's hand, and was begging him to go home with them to +dinner.</p> + +<p>He declined, however, but said he should be happy to come in after the +next service and hear them sing. He walked quite to their own gate, and +then left them with a bow.</p> + +<p>Emily rushed up to her chamber, thankful that she could be alone and +collect her thoughts.</p> + +<p>"Yes," she soliloquized, sitting on the side of the bed, without +waiting to remove her outer garments, "Congress is in session, but he +has heard of papa's trial, and has come on to be present. I wonder +whether he has heard about Barnes Bailey's ridiculous proposition. I +suppose Judge Wilson must have told him. How foolish in me to receive +him as a stranger. I wish I could be as much at ease as Marion is. He +evidently likes her very much, and he told Judge Wilson he thought her +handsome."</p> + +<p>She sighed, and then proceeded to take off her hat, at the same time +resolving the first time his name was mentioned, to tell Marion that +she had seen him in U—.</p> + +<p>This she did while her back was turned, so as to hide the tell-tale +blushes. Emily was laying the table for lunch, when she said in as +careless a tone as possible,—</p> + +<p>"Do you remember in my letters, I wrote you of a dear friend, Cecilia +Lawrence. This is her brother. I met him at Judge Wilson's."</p> + +<p>"Oh, did you?" replied her sister, looking up from her work. "How funny +that I introduced you then. But perhaps he didn't recollect it, meeting +you so far away. I think he's an elegant man."</p> + +<p>Emily made no reply, but having finished her task, took a book and +seated herself to read.</p> + +<p>Soon after tea, a sudden and rather peremptory ring at the door-bell, +made poor Emily almost jump from her chair. It was Mr. Lawrence, who +apologized for coming so early, by saying that he found it very lonely +being by himself at a strange boarding-house.</p> + +<p>"Father and mother will be here soon," urged Marion, "and I'm confident +they will not allow you to return there."</p> + +<p>Emily said nothing. Indeed, in Mr. Lawrence's presence, she could not +resist a return of the old feeling that, for some reason, he disliked +her; for except meeting his eyes fixed upon her in the old grave way, +he took little notice of her presence. While with Marion, he was as +familiar as though he had known her all his life.</p> + +<p>At an early hour, Mr. and Mrs. Washburn returned, and the evening was +passed in conversation suited to the day, ending with sacred music and +family worship.</p> + +<p>When the visitor rose to go after having declined Mrs. Washburn's +cordial invitation to spend the night, he remarked that this was one of +the occasions which left pleasant memories to be carried through life. +He promised to dine with them the next day, as he wished to see Mrs. +Washburn before her husband's trial, and then left with a shake of the +hand all around. When he took Emily's hand, he grasped it so tightly +that the pressure was painful, and he bent over her as though he were +going to speak, but did not.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>The next day he had a long conversation with Mrs. Washburn, while the +Rector had gone to the city to make some final arrangements for the +coming trial. He told her that having business in the city, he should +endeavor to be present at the trial, and inquired what member of the +Committee he could consult if he wished to ask any question. She +unhesitatingly referred him to Mr. Temple.</p> + +<p>Before he left, he turned abruptly to Emily, and inquired whether she +had heard from her old admirer, Judge Wilson, of late.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," she replied. "I had a long, kind letter from his wife, in +which he sent many messages."</p> + +<p>She smiled as she recalled one message, which was that if she did not +bid that man Bailey to keep his hands off, he, the Judge, would send +him to prison.</p> + +<p>She had indeed, the very day after meeting the clerk at the office, +written him a brief answer to his proposition, in which she assured +him that nothing on earth would ever induce her to accede to his +wishes,—that she trusted the defence of her father to One who was well +able to bring all hidden things to light.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>The day of the trial came at last. It had been decided that for greater +convenience, it should take place in the Episcopal rooms, and chairs +had been set around for the Committee, with the Bishop in his official +robes at the head. There was a long table piled with books,—the canons +of the church—books of common law, and the large leather books in which +the Treasurer had kept his accounts.</p> + +<p>Opposite the Committee, an arm-chair had been placed for the Rector, +and behind him about a dozen chairs which were at once occupied by +Mrs. Washburn and her two elder daughters, together with Mr. and Mrs. +Hall, and a select number of friends who had obtained permission to be +present. Other than these, the trial was to be held with closed doors.</p> + +<p>One request Mr. Lawrence had made of Mrs. Washburn in the interview +referred to. This was that she would get her husband to order his clerk +to be present.</p> + +<p>This she did in the following way.</p> + +<p>"There ought to be some one," she suggested, "to send on an errand, if +you wish a messenger."</p> + +<p>"That will not be necessary," he replied, interrupting her. "I have +already told Mr. Bailey to be there. He can do every thing of that +kind."</p> + +<p>One thing Mr. Lawrence did, of which he made no mention. He hired a +policeman to remain near the door, and to keep this man in sight. Also, +he directed that until the trial closed, the clerk should not be lost +sight of by day or night.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>At the very minute that the Bishop called the meeting to order, Mr. +Lawrence sat down directly behind Emily, in a chair he had before moved +to that position.</p> + +<p>The Bishop made some brief remarks upon the solemn business before +them: and then read a prayer, at the end of which, he added some +extempore petitions suited to the case in hand.</p> + +<p>I do not propose to weary my readers with a detailed account of the +transactions of the day. I will simply state that a gentleman by the +name of Rogers opened the case, after which, Mr. Washburn having +previously requested the Bishop to call upon him, rose to say a few +words.</p> + +<p>He stated the length of time he had been employed by the Missionary +Association, the number of times he had presented the cause before +different parishes, and in round numbers the sum total that had been +contributed toward its funds. He referred briefly to his health, and +the peculiar symptoms he could only describe by calling it confusion of +ideas.</p> + +<p>"It is a sad fact," he added, "that the accounts during those very +months when I was thus disabled, do not balance, but that several +thousands of dollars appear to be due from me to the Society. I have +endeavored to the best of my ability, to account for this discrepancy, +but so far in vain, and I now call upon you, gentlemen of the +Committee, to give me your aid in solving the mystery. The books of +the Society's accounts, the files of receipted bills, together with my +own memorandum book, and my wife's book of home expenses for the time +since I have been Treasurer, I now place in your hands. The more rigid +you are in your investigations, the greater will be my gratitude. I +now leave myself in your hands, and may God succeed your endeavors to +ascertain the whole truth."</p> + +<p>It was a tedious business going through the accounts, and comparing the +moneys paid out with the receipted bills. When the hour for adjournment +till the afternoon session came, little had been accomplished, but one +fact called special attention. So far, that is during the first six +months of Mr. Washburn's connection with the Society, the accounts +balanced to a cent.</p> + +<p>The intermission was an hour and a half. Emily alone was aware that it +was by her means that Mr. Lawrence had been induced by Judge Wilson to +be present at the trial. She was sure also that it must be at great +inconvenience to himself, and she felt that she in particular owed him +common civility. But resolve and re-resolve as she would, while the +Committee were engaged in their work, she could not summon courage to +speak to him. All she could do was to ask her mother whether it would +not be well to give Mrs. Hall a hint that this gentleman had come from +a distance, and solely for their benefit. The consequence of this hint +was that before they left the room, Mr. Hall invited the stranger to +accompany Mr. Washburn's family to his house for dinner.</p> + +<p>This time, he glanced at Emily, who was, however, so much engaged in +pulling on her glove that she did not look toward him, but Marion +touched his arm, and insisted that he should accept.</p> + +<p>More than this, she insisted that they should all feel better for some +exercise after sitting so quiet, and ascertaining that dinner would not +be served for three-quarters of an hour, she proposed that he should +accompany her and her sister in a walk around the park.</p> + +<p>There was one allusion made by Mr. Lawrence, just as they reached +the steps to Mr. Hall's door, which quite spoiled Emily's pleasure +in the otherwise delightful walk. He had at first talked to her +of Cecilia,—said he was really afraid to tell her he had been in +Canterbury, so dreadful would be her indignation at his not inviting +her to accompany him.</p> + +<p>Then Marion sought to draw from him what he intended to do at the close +of the trial, in case they ascertained nothing concerning the missing +money.</p> + +<p>"Shall you make a speech?" she urged, laughing. "Why don't you make it +at once? Please do."</p> + +<p>"No, Miss Marion," he answered, gravely, as they were ascending the +steps, "I cannot consent to do so, even to oblige you. I lost my case +once—the most important case of my life, by being too precipitate. It +was a serious lesson, but it will be a lasting one."</p> + +<p>Emily happened to be looking at him, and for an instant found it +impossible to withdraw her gaze, so earnestly were his deep set eyes +fastened on hers.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image036" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image036.jpg" alt="image036"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image037" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image037.jpg" alt="image037"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_20">CHAPTER XX.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>THE ASTOUNDING DISCOVERY.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>THE afternoon session was similar to the morning one. Mr. Washburn was +continually appealed to for assistance in dates, etc., while Barnes +Bailey went here and there at the bidding of the court.</p> + +<p>Once, after the clerk had passed near them, his face became almost +purple, as he noticed the distinguished looking stranger attracting the +attention of Emily.</p> + +<p>"Who is that man?" inquired Mr. Lawrence, in a low tone. "He looks like +a villain."</p> + +<p>"He is papa's clerk," was Emily's reply in the same tone, but not +looking at him.</p> + +<p>When the hour for adjournment came, the Committee seemed in excellent +spirits. The Bishop, Mr. Washburn and Mr. Temple were standing +together, when the former remarked,—</p> + +<p>"Our success so far is very encouraging. I have great hopes that by +this time to-morrow, we may have concluded the whole thing."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image038" style="max-width: 32.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image038.jpg" alt="image038"></figure> +<p class="t4"> +<b>The Day of the Trial came at last.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>"I have never seen accounts kept with greater exactness," observed Mr. +Temple, placing his hand familiarly on the Rector's shoulder.</p> + +<p>"The struggle has not come yet," returned Mr. Washburn, shaking his +head. "I have a vague idea of a large sum paid by me. For months I have +been tortured with the recollection, which yet I cannot get hold of. It +has been my prayer to-day that some one may bring it to mind."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>In the evening, the Rector was repeating this conversation to his wife, +when Emily came in and stood listening to them.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps you mean, papa, the thousand dollars you invested for me."</p> + +<p>He started forward, gazed searchingly in her face. "Did I ever invest a +thousand dollars for you?" He spoke slowly as though trying to recall +the circumstances. "When was it, dear?"</p> + +<p>"I'll get my bank-book, and that will give you the exact date."</p> + +<p>She ran to her chamber, and he sat holding his head with his hands.</p> + +<p>"There, papa, it was in October, more than a year ago."</p> + +<p>"Just the period that you were suffering, Henry."</p> + +<p>"Thank God!" ejaculated the Rector, fervently. But after a pause, "This +does not help me with the accounts. Still, it is an immense relief. +That thousand dollars has caused me more suffering than you can dream +of, Emily. The clue is caught at last."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>The next morning, when Emily, accompanied by her parents and Marion, +entered the rooms, she saw Mr. Lawrence conversing in an animated +manner with Mr. Temple. Their faces looked so eager that she pointed +them out to her mamma.</p> + +<p>At that moment, Mr. Lawrence caught sight of them, and left Mr. Temple, +who said at parting—</p> + +<p>"I will arrange it, sir. I agree with you entirely."</p> + +<p>The member from Michigan came toward them, and saluted them in a gay +tone. He then with the words "May I?" moved a chair to Emily's side, +and said to her—</p> + +<p>"I wish our friend Judge Wilson could be here to-day. He would enjoy +it."</p> + +<p>"Do you then feel so hopeful as to the result? If papa is not to be +vindicated so that no shadow of a stain can rest upon him, I would +rather our friends were away."</p> + +<p>"I am advanced a stage beyond hope, Miss Emily; I am positive."</p> + +<p>He feasted his eyes on her radiant face.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mr. Lawrence!" she exclaimed. "You have removed such a weight from +my heart."</p> + +<p>"Have I? Then may I hope that some time, in the distant future, you +will forgive me?"</p> + +<p>"I was not aware that I had anything to forgive." Her voice was so low +that only by bending nearer could he hear her.</p> + +<p>He gazed at her downcast eyes, uttering the words, "Thank you," in an +eager tone.</p> + +<p>The meeting was now called to order. Mr. Lawrence kept his position +between Emily and her mother, and during the rather monotonous +proceedings of the forenoon, contrived to let the young lady know that +her last words had made him very happy. He seemed to take immense +delight in turning, at the least pretext, to gaze in her face, and +watch the rosy hue deepen on her cheeks, while these lines of a +well-known writer were floating through his mind,—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +<br> +"Her air had a meaning, her movements a grace;<br> +You turned from the fairest to gaze on her face."<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"Why!" exclaimed Emily, naively, when the movement to adjourn was made. +"I had no idea it was so late."</p> + +<p>Then meeting her friend's eyes kindling with pleasure, she turned +abruptly away.</p> + +<p>"We shall expect you at dinner," observed Mr. Hall, addressing Mr. +Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"I accept with pleasure, sir. I have a little business which will +detain me a short time, but I will be there at the hour."</p> + +<p>Emily and her sister resolved to take a short walk as they had done the +previous day.</p> + +<p>On their return to Mr. Hall's house, their ring at the door-bell was +not immediately answered. And supposing the servants to be engaged with +dinner, they ran down the steps again, to the basement entrance. Here +they found a rag and junk man trading with the cook.</p> + +<p>"Yer ought not to come to gentlemen's houses at such an inconvenient +time," she said in a cross tone. "I can't leave my roast to be trading +with ye. No, I paint a bag to put the rags in. Sure, ye ought to find +your own bags."</p> + +<p>"I'll find one," answered the good-humored man.</p> + +<p>So saying, he poured from a large hemp bag a quantity of waste paper +into a basket, and proceeded to fill the same bag with rags to weigh +them.</p> + +<p>Scarcely knowing why she did so, Emily waited a moment, saying in a gay +tone to the cook,—</p> + +<p>"I hope you'll make a good bargain."</p> + +<p>Suddenly her eye caught one of the papers in the basket. It was a long +page written over, and had been crushed in the hand. Her heart almost +stopped beating as she seized the paper, glanced over it, recognized +instantly her father's handwriting, and more than suspected it to be a +page from his account-book. Suppressing a scream, she asked the ragman,—</p> + +<p>"Have you more of these? I would like them, and will pay you double +what the paper is worth."</p> + +<p>She eagerly turned over the rubbish in the basket, and succeeded in +finding one other sheet.</p> + +<p>"Where did you get these?" handing him a dime.</p> + +<p>He laughed. "That's more than I can tell, Miss."</p> + +<p>"Do you ever go to gentlemen's offices?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Miss, I get lots of papers at lawyer's offices, stores, and such +like."</p> + +<p>With a face blanched with emotion, Emily ran up stairs to find her +sister, and impart the joyful news. The door-bell rang as she was going +through the upper hall, and supposing it to be her parents, she opened +it, and admitted Mr. Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"Oh!" she cried, holding out the clutched pages. "My father is saved! +My father is saved!"</p> + +<p>Tears filled her eyes, as exhausted with the depth of her joy, she +sank on the stairs and watched the lawyer, as his keen eyes possessed +themselves of the contents of the sheets.</p> + +<p>"Wonderful! Wonderful!" he exclaimed. "It is a direct answer to the +prayers of your good father."</p> + +<p>Then ascertaining that the back parlor was unoccupied, he took her hand +and drew her to a chair. She was so much agitated, he feared she would +faint.</p> + +<p>"Shall I ring for some water?" he asked tenderly.</p> + +<p>"No, sir. Where is papa? I must tell him."</p> + +<p>"When you are better, I want to ask you a favor. There, the color is +coming back. I don't think you'll faint now."</p> + +<p>"I am better," she said, removing her hat, which he instantly took from +her hand, "and I'm so very happy. Dear, dear papa."</p> + +<p>He sat down near her, and in a few rapid words told her he was not +unprepared for this discovery. He then made a statement to her as +to his plan for the afternoon session, and begged her to leave the +precious sheets in his care, and to say nothing of them till night.</p> + +<p>When the dinner-bell rang, Mr. and Mrs. Washburn came from the library, +which was in the second story, and were somewhat surprised to see that +their daughter had not yet removed her sack.</p> + +<p>"You look tired," said her mother. "You had better remain quietly at +home this afternoon."</p> + +<p>"Oh, mamma, not for the world!"</p> + +<p>Mr. Washburn sighed. "The battle is only commenced," he said. "God +alone knows what will be the result."</p> + +<p>"I'm sure," added Marion, "that Emily looks as though she knew what +would be the end. See how triumphantly she smiles."</p> + +<p>"I can see that she has faith in God's promise to answer the prayers of +His children," remarked Mr. Lawrence, seriously. "I have been taught +that we may ask for any favors that we need, however trifling they may +seem. For instance, the burden of your father's prayers has been that +God would throw light upon the obscurity that surrounds him. Ought we +not to expect He will do it, and do it to-day?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly his power is equal to that," replied Mrs. Washburn.</p> + +<p>"I know He will," exclaimed Emily, tears gushing to her eyes.</p> + +<p>On their way back to the rooms, Mr. Lawrence walked with Emily and her +sister. They had not gone far from the house when they met Dr. Rand, +who said he had been to the rooms hoping to meet them, as he wished to +obtain a pass for the afternoon session.</p> + +<p>Marion assured him there would be no objection made if he went with +them, but she added, "I fear you will find it very dull."</p> + +<p>They went on together a little in advance.</p> + +<p>Emily explained to her companion, how much the family were indebted to +the young physician, who was said to be very skilful.</p> + +<p>"He looks like a man of power. I can see that he admires your sister. I +hope she will reciprocate his affection."</p> + +<p>Emily expressed her astonishment that he could judge so much by one +glance.</p> + +<p>"I am not surprised that you should consider me stupid," he urged +without looking at her. "When I recall my conduct toward yourself, I +confess I wonder at your kindness in saying you forgive me. Conceited +fool that I was, to imagine that you were acquainted with my dearest +hopes; that you even suspected whose image filled all my thoughts. But +this is not a proper time nor place for the confession I wish to make, +and yet as I must leave in the morning—"</p> + +<p>"What time does the Bishop adjourn the meeting?" inquired Marion, +suddenly stopping in her walk.</p> + +<p>"I hope the trial will be at an end this afternoon," replied Mr. +Lawrence, rather annoyed.</p> + +<p>"Miss Emily, your mother has very kindly invited me to spend my last +night at her house. Shall I accept her invitation?"</p> + +<p>"We should all be happy to see you, sir."</p> + +<p>"Thank you. I shall go. And, Miss Emily, I feel that I shall speak +better, this afternoon, than I ever did before. There is an elixir +called hope which is circulating through my veins, and renders me +buoyant. I could do or dare anything, to-day. I shall be only too happy +if I don't do something ridiculous."</p> + +<p>"I don't recognize you at all as the grave, reticent Mr. Lawrence I met +at U—," murmured Emily, with a smile.</p> + +<p>"I'm glad of that. Let him go; I'm disgusted with him."</p> + +<p>She laughed merrily at his comic air. "Here we are!" she added. "And +there's papa just going in. Who is that man with a star on his coat?"</p> + +<p>"The Sheriff who is to see that the orders of the Court are executed. +Don't tremble, he understands his business."</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image039" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image039.jpg" alt="image039"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_21">CHAPTER XXI.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>GOD'S ANSWER TO PRAYER.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>WHEN they entered the room, the Committee were gathered around the +Bishop, consulting in reference to the business of the afternoon. +Their countenances were perplexed. The Bishop's denoted weariness and +anxiety. Mr. Temple came up the stairs, and after glancing into the +room, gave the Sheriff a chair near the door.</p> + +<p>Mr. Washburn sat alone, his head resting on his hand, while in the +corner farthest from him, Barnes Bailey stood looking gloomily on.</p> + +<p>"What is the course of procedure this afternoon?" inquired Mr. Temple, +approaching the Bishop.</p> + +<p>"We are entirely at a loss," was the perplexed reply. "We seem to be at +a point where it is impossible to proceed." Then lowering his voice, he +added, "I am so confident of the integrity of our Treasurer that I am +extremely reluctant to have the suspicion of unfaithfulness rest upon +him. He looks to us, with God's help, to vindicate him."</p> + +<p>"And with God's help, we will do it," exclaimed Mr. Temple, warmly.</p> + +<p>He then drew the Bishop one side, and placing a card in his hand, +explained that if the Committee would call upon him, the Honorable Mr. +Lawrence, member of Congress, from Michigan, had facts which would seem +to throw some light on the subject.</p> + +<p>"Will Mr. Washburn consent, sir?"</p> + +<p>"There is no occasion to ask him. It is in order, I believe, that you +should call upon him, or, if you prefer, I will introduce him to the +Committee."</p> + +<p>"That will be best," returning the card. "Does the Treasurer know of +these facts?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir; he has no suspicion of them."</p> + +<p>The Bishop returned to his seat, and the gentlemen of the Committee +followed his example.</p> + +<p>Mr. Lawrence occupied a chair next to Emily, as in the morning, and Dr. +Rand sat by Marion.</p> + +<p>The Bishop then stated that the account-books had been thoroughly +examined, and compared with the receipted bills, and also with the +monthly reports of the Treasurer. The books had been kept well, and +there was a remarkable degree of exactness, with the exception of a +few months when Mr. Washburn had been suffering from disease which +affected his head, and at times, his memory. He said that so fully +convinced were the Committee that if the discrepancy were the fault +of the Treasurer, it was an involuntary fault for which he was not +accountable, that they were ready to urge upon him their desire that he +continue to fill a position in which he had been so signally blest.</p> + +<p>"And I may here say," he urged, speaking with great emphasis, "that +such is our desire. Still," he added, "I am well aware that our +respected Treasurer will be grievously disappointed if this perplexing +mystery is not solved, and I am happy to say that one of our number, +Mr. Temple, will soon introduce to you a gentleman, who, I am told, has +it in his power to throw some light on this dark subject."</p> + +<p>This announcement caused great excitement, and to no one more than +to Mr. Washburn, who turned eagerly in his chair to learn who the +gentleman was. Mr. Temple took his stand at one end of the long table, +when our friend from Michigan, rose quietly from his seat and joined +him.</p> + +<p>"It is my pleasure, Bishop and gentlemen of the Committee, to introduce +to you Honorable Mr. Lawrence, member of Congress, from Michigan, to +whose remarks, I am confident, you will listen with great interest."</p> + +<p>"Gentlemen," began Mr. Lawrence, his tone low but so distinct that +every syllable could be heard all over the room, "I am a stranger among +you, but I hope you will not infer from that circumstance that I have +no interest in the result of your investigations. I have an absorbing +interest,—the interest which every Christian man must feel in the +prevalence of right over wrong, of truth and virtue over falsehood and +crime.</p> + +<p>"While on a tour through this part of the country last autumn, my +attention was directed to some items in the public journals of the +day," taking some newspaper scraps from his pocket, "by a learned Judge +of law, who assured me he had reason to know the accusations in these +items were entirely false. As I was comparatively at leisure, my friend +requested me to look into the case which, though an entire stranger +to your Treasurer, there were reasons which led me to acquiesce in +his wish. My first business was to find out the writer of this cruel +innuendo," reading—</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'We regret to learn that in one of our most prominent benevolent +societies, the fraud which has for some time been suspected, has been +traced to the Treasurer, Rev. Henry Washburn, a gentleman who has +enjoyed the confidence and affection of the churches for years. It is +said that thousands of dollars, the contribution of widows and orphans +to the Cause of missions, has been diverted from its sacred object, and +have not been accounted for.'<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"This was comparatively an easy task. The item was, as you perceive, +anonymous; and great pains had been taken by the author to secure its +insertion without signature. Having happily accomplished this, I had +now a clue to start upon. My next business was to inquire into the +standing and antecedents of the author."</p> + +<p>Barnes Bailey here arose, his face purple with rage, and was making his +way toward the door, when the speaker, in a tone of sarcasm, added, "I +hope the audience will be quiet. But as some seem uneasy, I request +that Sheriff Colburn be instructed to lock the door. To proceed: I +learned that the author now resided in the city, but that he had +formerly been connected with Mr. Washburn's church in Canterbury. To +Canterbury, therefore, I went, and the result of my inquiries was this. +The author had, years before, been convicted of grave charges, namely, +stealing and forgery. For these he had been dealt with by the Rector +in the most faithful manner, and finally giving no sign of penitence, +he had been excommunicated from the church. After a series of years, +however, he changed his course, appeared truly penitent, confessed to +the Rector, and after a suitable time, was again received as a member +of the church; not long after which event, he applied for and received +an appointment as clerk of your Missionary Association."</p> + +<p>Here Mr. Bailey suddenly threw up the window near him, and made an +attempt to jump out, but Sheriff Colburn seized him, forced him into a +seat, and sat down near him. When the excitement had a little subsided, +the speaker went on calmly as though nothing had occurred.</p> + +<p>"On learning these facts, I called on your Treasurer, and introducing +myself as a member of the legal profession, offered myself as Counsel +in the management of his cause before a Committee of Reference, which I +had ascertained he had requested to be convened. I mentioned the fact +that as two of this Committee were lawyers, he ought to have one near +him who understood the technicalities of the profession. If I made a +mistake, gentleman," added the speaker with a smile, "it was because +it had never been my happiness to be present on an occasion like the +present, which I shall always consider a model of Christian charity and +good will.</p> + +<p>"Your Treasurer, however, thanked me, but firmly declined. And when I +rather urgently pressed him for his reasons, he said he had given his +cause to the care of One who was able, unaided, to vindicate the right. +Never shall I forget the expression of perfect faith in God which +lighted up his features, as he repeated these passages of holy writ:</p> + +<p class="letter"> +<br> + "'They that trust in the Lord shall be as Mount Zion that cannot be +removed.'<br> +<br> + "'The Lord is on my side I will not fear. What can man do unto me?'<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p>"Notwithstanding my belief that he was a man to be envied, I concluded +that it was my duty to continue my investigations. I made several +calls at the office. I made my appearance there early and late. Under +the clerk's desk was a basket filled with waste paper. I took the +liberty to examine it. I found this piece of blotting pad. It may seem +worthless to you, but I considered it a prize. On its surface you see," +holding it up, "a distinct impression of several names written again +and again, like a child copying his lesson.</p> + +<p>"On my next visit, I made a still greater discovery, which was that two +and perhaps three leaves had been skilfully removed from the book of +recorded expenditures.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Sheriff, I desire to direct your attention to the person next you."</p> + +<p>All turned to gaze at Barnes Bailey, whose features were distorted with +rage, his eyes glaring like those of a wild animal.</p> + +<p>The Sheriff took the door key from his pocket, passed it to a +gentleman near him, with a request that he would ask the policeman +waiting outside, to come in. Then with a low spoken threat in case +of resistance, and a significant movement in the direction of his +hand-cuffs, the Sheriff motioned to Mr. Lawrence to go on.</p> + +<p>"The leaves which had been removed relate to the months during which +the whole discrepancies appear."</p> + +<p>At this happy announcement, Mr. Washburn started to his feet, and +unable to repress his emotion, said aloud,—</p> + +<p>"I thank the Lord because he has heard my cry and answered me."</p> + +<p>"I had made discoveries sufficient for my purpose," Mr. Lawrence went +on, "and started for the West, resolving to return at the time of +the trial. This, you know, was postponed on account of the dangerous +illness of your Treasurer. When I learned through my friend, the Judge, +that the Committee were to meet this week, I left my seat in Congress, +feeling it due to the cause of humanity and religion, to come before +you, and state these facts known only to myself and my legal friend. +But I have not yet finished. Morning and night your Treasurer has +cried to his God for deliverance, and to-day that deliverance has been +accomplished. Yes, gentlemen, through a chain of events, ordered in +infinite love, and in answer, as I fully believe to the fervent prayers +of this righteous man, the very sheets, torn by the hand of malignant +cruelty from your account-books have fallen, as it were, at our very +feet. These sheets, in so far as I have had opportunity to examine +them, exactly agree with your Treasurer's report for the months of +August and September. And thus with these proofs of the guilt of one +party," glancing toward the clerk, "you have the means of a full, free +and glorious vindication of the character of your Treasurer."</p> + +<p>The speaker had scarcely taken his seat amidst a burst of applause, +when, with a yell of rage, Barnes Bailey snatched a pistol from his +breast-pocket and levelled it at Mr. Lawrence's head. But the Sheriff +being on the watch, knocked up his arm, and the ball entered the +ceiling above.</p> + +<p>All was instantly confusion, but it was at once quelled by the Sheriff, +who produced his iron bracelets, and secured his prisoner from doing +farther damage. It was the work of a few minutes only, to take him from +the room, force him into a hack waiting at the door, and start with him +for the jail.</p> + +<p>These startling events had succeeded each other with such rapidity that +a short time was necessary before a sufficient amount of order could +be restored for the transaction of any farther business. Mr. Temple +obtained the missing pages, and by comparing them with those in the +book, speedily ascertained the object of the manipulation. The clerk +had insisted that he had never received his wages for more than a year. +A large bill for printing, also, he urged was due. He had stated to the +Committee that the man had called several times for his pay, but was +put off; and at last, he started for the West, leaving the business in +his hands.</p> + +<p>Mr. Washburn, when called upon, had testified that he had a very strong +impression that Mr. Bailey's salary had been paid semi-annually, in +accordance with his request. But as no such records were found in the +books, and no receipts in the files of these documents, his statement +was reluctantly received as correct. Of the printer's bill, the +Treasurer could recollect nothing, except that such a bill was due, and +he thought it had been paid.</p> + +<p>The torn sheets suggested the reason for taking them out, thus +destroying the testimony that the bills had been paid. The receipted +bills, Mr. Bailey had no doubt also destroyed.</p> + +<p>The moment Mr. Temple announced these facts, a resolution was framed +and passed in which the Committee expressed their utmost confidence in +their Treasurer, their sympathy in his past suffering, and their joy +that his character, in the words of their Honorable friend, had been so +fully, freely and gloriously vindicated.</p> + +<p>Mr. Washburn, meantime, sat with his face covered, the unbidden tears +trickling through his fingers. When the resolution, so flattering to +him, passed almost by acclamation, his wife touched him as a reminder +that he ought to make a response, but he only waved his hand to signify +that he was utterly unable to do so.</p> + +<p>The Bishop then remarked that it would be ungrateful and unworthy the +character of Christian men, to separate until they had given thanks +to Almighty God for the great favor he had vouchsafed to them, in +answering the prayers of His godly servant, and bringing light out of +darkness.</p> + +<p>This closing exercise was a solemn and affecting one, an exercise long +to be remembered.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image040" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image040.jpg" alt="image040"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image041" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image041.jpg" alt="image041"> +</figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<h2><a id="Chapter_22">CHAPTER XXII.</a></h2> + +<p class="t3"> +<b>CONCLUSION.</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="letter"> + "MY BELOVED CECILIA:—<br> +<br> + "You say in your letter received last evening, that you fear I have +forgotten my old friend. Never were you farther from the truth. I +love you, Cecilia, for the warm heart which led you to show so much +kindness to a stranger, and I love you for the many traits of your own +character. I am going to give you a proof of my love and confidence—a +proof given as yet to no other. Cecilia, how I wish you were by my +side, that I might hide my burning face, blushing at the bare idea of +putting a record of my happiness on paper. You asked me once whether +I had ever been in love, and laughed at my indignant 'no.' If you +were to ask that question now, my answer would be different. Yes, +Cecilia, dearest friend, I have found one worthy of my deepest, truest +affection. It is not quite twenty-four hours since he confessed that it +was his dearest wish to have me for his own. What could I do otherwise +than give my consent. Not in words. I absolutely had no power to speak; +but he must have inferred it from my silence. Oh, Cecilia, I am so +happy. I feel like a poor, fluttering bird who has found safe shelter. +Papa and mamma have given their full, hearty consent, though they have +not yet recovered from their astonishment, never having a suspicion of +our interest in each other. But that was because they were so absorbed +in grave subjects of which I will tell you at another time.<br> +<br> + "Papa told me that it made his heart sore to think of my leaving home +permanently, but that if he were to give me to any one, he could not +choose a nobler, more reliable Christian man; and he gave his consent +with the full confidence that my friend would be a tender, considerate +husband, whose influence would lead me to higher degrees of holiness +and happiness. My dear one left this morning, and I feel that he has +carried away a large part of myself. I thank God for such a friend, who +will be so wise a counsellor, and who will help me to correct my many +faults.<br> +<br> + "Mamma told me this morning that there seemed to be a conspiracy to get +away her daughters. Dr. Rand asked papa, last evening, to allow him to +visit here and try to win my sister Marion.<br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">"With tender love, your own—</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">"EMILY.</span><br> +<br> + "P. S. I have read my letter over, and am almost afraid to send it. To +you only could I thus unburden my heart of its happiness. Then you will +blame me for not mentioning the name of my 'friend.' Well, dear, I will +not give you a half confidence; so, if you wish very much to know, you +may ask—your brother Frederic."<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78705 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |