Molly nodded, and hurried away; presently she came back, bearing a tin cup, and Elvin drank, though he did not thank her.
In the early afternoon, Ebenezer Tolman came striding down between the pens in ostentatious indignation. He was a tall, red-faced man, with a large, loose mouth, and blond-gray whiskers, always parted and blowing in the wind. He wore, with manifest pride, the reputation of being a dangerous animal when roused. He had bought a toy whip, at little Davie"s earnest solicitation, and, lashing it suggestively against his boot, he began speaking long before he reached the little group. The lagging crowd of listeners paused, breathless, to lose no word.
"Look here, you! don"t ye darken my doors ag"in, an" don"t ye dast to open your head to one o" my folks! We"re done with ye! Do you hear?
We"re done with ye! Rosy"ll ride home with me to-night, an" she"ll ride with you no more!"
Elvin said nothing, though his brow contracted suddenly at Rosa"s name.
Ebenezer was about to speak again; but the little parson came striding swiftly up, his long coat flying behind him, and Tolman, who was a church-member, in good and regular standing, moved on. But the parson was routed, in his turn. Dilly rose, and, as some one afterwards said, "clipped it right up to him."
"Don"t you come now, dear," she advised him, in that persuasive voice of hers. "No, don"t you come now. He ain"t ready. You go away, an" let him set an" think it out." And the parson, why he knew not, turned about, and went humbly back to his preaching in the hall.
The afternoon wore on, and it began to seem as if Elvin would never break from his trance, and never speak. Finally, after watching him a moment with her keen eyes, Dilly touched him lightly on the arm.
"The Tolmans have drove home," she said, quietly. "All on "em. What if you should git your horse, an" take Molly an" me along?"
Elvin came to his feet with a lurch. He straightened himself.
"I"ve got to talk to the parson," said he.
"So I thought," answered Dilly, with composure, "but "tain"t no place here. You ask him to ride, an" let Miss Dorcas drive home alone. We four"ll stop at my house, an" then you can talk it over."
Elvin obeyed, like a child tired of his own way. When they packed themselves into the wagon,--where Dilly insisted on sitting behind, to make room,--the Tiverton and Sudleigh people stood about in groups, to watch them. Hiram Cole came forward, just as Elvin took up the reins.
"Elvin," said he, in a cautious whisper, with his accustomed gesture of sc.r.a.ping his cheek, "I"ve got suthin" to say to ye. Don"t ye put no money into Dan Forbes"s hands. I"ve had a letter from brother "Lisha, out in Illinois, an" he says that business Dan wrote to you about--well, there never was none! There ain"t a stick o" furniture made there! An" Dan"s been cuttin" a dash lately with money he got som"er"s or other, an" he"s gambled, an" I dunno what all, an" been took up. An" now he"s in jail. So don"t you send him nothin". I thought I"d speak."
Elvin looked at him a moment, with a strange little smile dawning about his mouth.
"That"s all right," he said, quickly, and drove away.
To Molly, the road home was like a dark pa.s.sage full of formless fears.
She did not even know what had befallen the dear being she loved best; but something dire and tragic had stricken him, and therefore her. The parson was acutely moved for the anguish he had not probed. Only Dilly remained cheerful. When they reached her gate, it was she who took the halter from Elvin"s hand, and tied the horse. Then she walked up the path, and flung open her front door.
"Come right into the settin"-room," she said. "I"ll git ye some water right out o" the well. My throat"s all choked up o" dust."
The cheerful clang of the bucket against the stones, the rumble of the windla.s.s, and then Dilly came in with a br.i.m.m.i.n.g bright tin dipper. She offered it first to the parson, and though she refilled it scrupulously for each pair of lips, it seemed a holy loving-cup. They sat there in the darkening room, and Dilly "stepped round" and began to get supper.
Molly nervously joined her, and addressed her, once or twice, in a whisper. But Dilly spoke out clearly in, answer, as if rebuking her.
"Le"s have a real good time," she said, when she had drawn the table forward and set forth her bread, and apples, and tea. "Pa.s.son, draw up!
You drink tea, don"t ye? I don"t, myself. I never could bear to spile good water. But I keep it on hand for them that likes it. Elvin, here!
You take this good big apple. It"s man"s size more "n woman"s, I guess."
Elvin pushed back his chair.
"I ain"t goin" to put a mouthful of victuals to my lips till I make up my mind whether I can speak or not," he said, loudly.
"All right," answered Dilly, placidly. "Bless ye! the teapot"ll be goin" all night, if ye say so."
Only Dilly and the parson made a meal; and when it was over, Parson True rose, as if his part of the strange drama must at last begin, and fell on his knees.
"Let us pray!"
Molly, too, knelt, and Elvin threw his arms upon the table, and laid his head upon them. But Dilly stood erect. From time to time, she glanced curiously from the parson to the lovely darkened world outside her little square of window, and smiled slightly, tenderly, as if out there she saw the visible G.o.d. The parson prayed for "this sick soul, our brother," over and over, in many phrases, and with true and pa.s.sionate desire. And when the prayer was done, he put his hand on the young man"s shoulder, and said, with a yearning persuasiveness,--
"Tell it now, my brother! Jesus is here."
Elvin raised his head, with a sudden fierce gesture toward Dilly.
"She knows," he said. "She can see the past. She"ll tell you what I"ve done."
"I "ain"t got nothin" to tell, dear," answered Dilly, peacefully.
"Everything you"ve done"s between you an" G.o.d A"mighty. I "ain"t got nothin" to tell!"
Then she went out, and, deftly unharnessing the horse, put him in her little shed, and gave him a feed of oats. The hens had gone to bed without their supper.
"No matter, biddies," she said, conversationally, as she pa.s.sed their roost. "I"ll make it up to you in the mornin"!"
When she entered the house again, Elvin still sat there, staring stolidly into the dusk. The parson was praying, and Molly, by the window, was holding the sill tightly clasped by both hands, as if threatening herself into calm. When the parson rose, he turned to Elvin, less like the pastor than the familiar friend. One forgot his gray hairs in the loving simplicity of his tone.
"My son," he said, tenderly, "tell it all! G.o.d is merciful."
But again Dilly put in her voice.
"Don"t you push him, Pa.s.son! Let him speak or not, jest as he"s a mind to. Let G.o.d A"mighty do it His way! Don"t _you_ do it!"
Darkness settled in the room, and the heavenly hunter"s-moon rose and dispelled it.
"O G.o.d! can I?" broke forth the young man. "O G.o.d! if I tell, I"ll go through with it. I will, so help me!"
The moving patterns of the vine at the window began to etch themselves waveringly on the floor. Dilly bent, and traced the outline of a leaf with her finger.
"I"ll tell!" cried Elvin, in a voice exultant over the prospect of freedom. "I"ll tell it all. I wanted money. The girl I meant to have was goin" with somebody else, an" I"d got to sc.r.a.pe together some money, quick. I burnt down my house an" barn. I got the insurance money. I sent some of it out West, to put into that furniture business, an" Dan Forbes has made way with it. I only kept enough to take Rosa an" me out there. I"ll give up that, an" go to jail; an" if the Lord spares my life, when I come out I"ll pay it back, princ.i.p.al an"
int"rest."
Molly gave one little moan, and buried her face in her hands. The parson and Dilly rose, by one impulse, and went forward to Elvin, who sat upright, trembling from excitement past. Dilly reached him first.
She put both her hands on his forehead, and smoothed back his hair.
"Dear heart," she said, in a voice thrilled through by music,--"dear heart! I was abroad that night, watchin" the stars, an" I see it all. I see ye do it. You done it real clever, an" I come nigh hollerin" out to ye, I was so pleased, when I see you was determined to save the livestock. An" that barn-cat, dear, that old black Tom that"s ketched my chickens so long!--you "most broke your neck to save him. But I never should ha" told, dear, never! "specially sence you got out the creatur"s."
"And "in Christ shall all be made alive!"" said the parson, wiping his eyes, and then beginning to pat Elvin"s hand with both his own. "Now, what shall we do? What shall we do? Why not come home with me, and stay over night? My dear wife will be glad to see you. And the morning will bring counsel."
Elvin had regained a fine freedom of carriage, and a decision of tone long lost to him. He was dignified by the exaltation of the moment.
"I"ve got it all fixed," he said, like a man. "I thought it all out under that elm-tree, today. You drive me over to Sheriff Holmes"s, an"
he"ll tell me what"s right to do,--whether I"m to go to the insurance people, or whether I"m to be clapped into jail. He"ll know. It"s out o"
my hands. I"ll go an" harness now."
Parson True drew Molly forward from her corner, and held her hand, while he took Elvin"s, and motioned Dilly to complete the circle.