"I am very glad you love your father so well, Max, and that your sorrow is more for grieving him, and especially for having dishonored and displeased G.o.d, than for the unpleasant consequences to yourself; it gives me great hope that you will never be guilty of such conduct again.
"Now, I shall go and send your mamma to you; she is in her own rooms, for she has been too much distressed over her dear boy"s sad fall to join the others at the table or in the drawing-room. She loves you very dearly, Max."
"It"s very good of her," he said in trembling tones, "and oh, I"m ever so sorry to have grieved her so!"
Violet was greatly comforted by her mother"s report of her interview with Max, because both saw in his conduct and words the evidence of sincere repentance toward G.o.d, giving them strong hope of his future avoidance of the sins of profanity and gambling.
She went to him presently, put her arms about him, kissed him, wept with him, and like her mother pointed him to the Saviour, telling of His willingness to forgive every truly penitent soul.
"O Mamma Vi," he sobbed, "I thought I was that before, when papa showed me what an awful sin swearing was, and I didn"t think I could ever do it again; but I got dreadfully angry with Ralph because he cheated me out of everything--all my money and my watch that I"ve always thought so much of, you know--and the wicked words slipped out before I knew it; they just seemed to speak themselves."
"Ah, dear Max, that is one of the dreadful consequences of allowing ourselves to fall into such wicked ways; it is the power of habit which grows upon us till we are bound by it as with an iron chain.
"The Bible says, "His own iniquities shall take the wicked himself, and he shall be holden with the cords of his sins." So the longer any one lives in sin, the harder it is for him to break away from it--to repent and be converted and saved. Therefore, I beseech you to come to Jesus now; G.o.d"s time is always now."
"Mamma Vi, I think I have," he said low and humbly; "I tried to do it with my heart, when Grandma Elsie was praying for me."
"O Max, dear Max, I am very glad!" she returned with tears of joy in her eyes. "And your father will rejoice almost as the angels do in heaven when a sinner repents and is saved."
"It"s a dreadful task to have to write down all about this afternoon for him to read," sighed the boy.
"But you will do it, Max? will you tell him the whole truth like a brave boy?" queried Violet anxiously.
"Yes, ma"am, I will. Oh, I wish he were here! so I could just tell him, and have it all over in a few minutes. But now it will be so long that I"ll have to wait to hear what he has to say about it."
Violet expressed her sympathy, joining very heartily in his wish for his father"s presence, then left him to his task.
"Seems to me it"s a little like marching up to the cannon"s mouth," Max said to himself, as he took out his writing materials and dipped his pen in the ink, "but it"s got to be done, and I"ll have it over."
He cogitated a moment, then began. "Dear papa, I"ve been doing very wrong for "most a week--letting a fellow teach me to play cards and gamble; we didn"t play for money or anything but fun at first, but afterward we did; and I lost all the money I had, and, worse still, the nice watch you sent me.
"But the very worst is to come. You would never believe I could be so terribly wicked after all you said to me, and I wouldn"t have believed it myself, and oh, I don"t like to tell you, for I"m afraid it will almost break your heart, papa, to know you have such a wicked boy for your only son!
"But I have to tell you, because you know you said I must tell you everything bad I did.
"Well, I was sure the fellow had cheated, and I got very mad, and called him a cheat and a thief. Then he got mad and swore horrible oaths at me, and called me a liar, and that made me madder than ever, and--O papa, how can I write it for you to see? I swore at him."
The boy"s tears were dropping upon the paper. He dashed them hastily away, and went on writing.
"I am dreadfully, dreadfully sorry, papa! I think I was never so sorry for anything in all my life, because--because it was so wicked and ungrateful to G.o.d. I"ve asked Him to forgive me for Jesus" sake, and Grandma Elsie has asked Him for me, too, and Mamma Vi told me she had been praying for me. And I"ve tried to give myself to the dear Saviour, and I hope I"ll be His servant all the rest of my life.
"I think He has forgiven me, and will you forgive me, too, papa? I"m to stay alone here in my room for a week. Mamma Vi says you said that was the way I should be punished, if I ever did that wicked thing again, and it isn"t a bit worse than I deserve."
CHAPTER XX.
"There are that raise up strife and contention."
--_Hab._ 1:3.
"Only by pride cometh contention."
--_Prov._ 13:10.
While Zoe was at Max"s door, something took Edward to their rooms. He was there but a moment--just long enough to pick up the article he wanted--and hurrying down the hall again, caught the sound of her voice as he reached the head of the stairway.
For an instant he stood still, debating with himself whether to interfere or not; then deciding in the negative, pa.s.sed on down the stairs more angry with her than ever.
She was defying riot only his authority, but also that of his grandfather and mother, and interfering with their management of the children committed to their care by their own father. Truly, he feared he had made a sad mistake in putting such a child into a woman"s position, where she felt herself ent.i.tled to rights, for whose proper exercise she had not yet sufficient judgment or self-control.
As he entered the drawing-room, Miss Deane, who was seated at a table looking over a portfolio of drawings and engravings, called him to her side.
"You have visited these places, Mr. Travilla," she said, "and I want the benefit of your explanations, and your opinion whether the pictures are true to nature. They are European views, I see."
Of course he could not, without great rudeness, refuse to take a seat by her side and give her the information she requested.
So it happened that when Zoe came in presently after, her anger was intensely aroused by seeing her husband and Miss Deane seated at a distant table, apart from the rest of the occupants of the room, laughing and talking with their heads very close together over an engraving.
Edward lifted his just in time to catch her look of mingled amazement, scorn, and indignation. He flushed hotly, and remembering what he had just overheard up-stairs, and what had pa.s.sed between them in the apple-orchard, gave her an angry glance in return.
She drew her slight, girlish figure up to its full height, and turning away, crossed the room toward a sofa where Mrs. Dinsmore and a bachelor gentleman of the neighborhood sat conversing together.
A sudden impulse seized her as Mr. Larned rose and took her hand in greeting, Mrs. Dinsmore being called from the room at the same moment by a servant, who said that some one was waiting in the hall to speak to her.
"I"ll pay Edward back in his own coin," Zoe said to herself, and Mr.
Larned was surprised at the great cordiality and winning sweetness of her manner as she took the vacated seat by his side, then at the spirit and vivacity with which she rattled away to him, now on this theme, now on that.
Excitement lent an unwonted glow to her cheek and brilliancy and sparkle to her always beautiful eyes.
Edward, watching her furtively, with darkening brow, thought he had never seen her so pretty and fascinating, and never had her low soft laugh, as now and again it reached his ear, sounded so silvery sweet and musical, yet it jarred on his nerves, and he would fain have stopped it.
He hoped momentarily that Mr. Larned would go, but he sat on and on the whole evening, Zoe entertaining him all the while.
Other members of the family came in, but though he rose to greet them, he immediately resumed his seat, and she kept hers, even in spite of the frowning looks her husband gave her from time to time, but which she feigned not to see.
At length, his mother perceiving with pain what was going on, managed to release him from Miss Deane, and he at once took a seat on his wife"s other side, and joined in the talk.
Zoe had but little to say after that, and Mr. Larned presently took his departure.
That was a signal for the good-nights, and all scattered to their rooms.
Zoe"s heart quaked as the door of her boudoir closed upon her, shutting her in alone with her irate husband.
She knew that he was angry, more angry with her than he had ever been before, and though in her thoughts she tried to put all the blame on him, conscience told her that she was by no means blameless.
He locked the door, then turned toward her. She glanced up at him half defiantly, half timidly. His look was very stern and cold.