Marjorie fell asleep as happy as she wanted to be; but her mother did not close her eyes in sleep all that night. She closed them in prayer, however, and told Miss Prudence afterward that she "did not catch one wink of sleep." All night long she was asking the Lord if she might intermeddle between Marjorie and Hollis. As we look at them there was nothing to intermeddle with. Marjorie herself did not know of anything.
Perhaps, more than anything, she laid before the Lord what she wanted him to do. She told him how Marjorie looked, and how depressed she had been, and her own fear that it was disappointment that was breaking her heart.
The prayer was characteristic.
"Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest the hearts of both, and what is in thy will for both; but thou dost choose means, thou hast chosen means since the world began; and if thou hast chosen me, make me ready to speak. Soften the heart of the young man; show him how ill he has done; and knit their hearts to each other as thou didst the hearts of David and Jonathan. Make her willing as thou didst make Rebekah willing to go with the servant of Abraham. Give her favor in his eyes, as thou gavest favor to Abigail in the eyes of David. Bring her into favor and tender love, as thou broughtest Daniel. Let it not be beneath thy notice; the sparrows are not, and she is more than many sparrows to thee. Give me words to speak, and prepare his heart to listen. The king"s heart is in thine hand, and so is his heart. If we acknowledge thee in all our ways, thou wilt direct our steps. I do acknowledge thee. Oh, direct my steps and my words."
With variety of phrasing, she poured out this prayer all through the hours of the night; she spread the matter before the Lord as Hezekiah did the letter that troubled him. Something must be _done_. She forgot all the commands to _wait_, to _sit still_ and see the salvation of the Lord; she forgot, or put away from her, the description of one who believeth: "He that believeth shall not make haste." And she was making haste with all her might.
In the earliest dawn she arose, feeling a.s.sured that the Lord had heard her cry and had answered her; he had given her permission to speak to Hollis.
That he permitted her to speak to Hollis, I know; that it was his will, I do not know; but she was a.s.sured that she knew, and she never changed her mind. It may be that it was his will for her to make a mistake and bring sorrow upon Marjorie; the Lord does not shrink from mistakes; he knows what to do with them.
Before the house was astir, Hollis found her in the kitchen; she had kindled the fire, and was filling the tea-kettle at the pump in the sink.
"Good morning, Mrs. West. Excuse my early leave; but I must meet my friends to-day."
"Hollis!"
She set the tea-kettle on the stove, and turned and looked at him. The solemn weight of her eye rooted him to the spot.
"Hollis, I"ve known you ever since you were born."
"And now you are going to find fault with me!" he returned, with an easy laugh.
"No, not to find fault, but to speak with great plainness. Do you see how changed Marjorie is!"
"Yes. I could not fail to notice it. Has she been ill?"
"Yes, very ill. You see the effect of something."
"But she is better. She was so bright last night."
"Yes, last night," she returned impressively, setting the lid of the tea-kettle firmly in its place. "Did you ever think that you did wrong in writing to her so many years and then stopping short all of a sudden, giving her no reason at all?"
"Do you mean _that_ has changed her, and hurt her?" he asked, in extreme surprise.
"I do. I mean that. I mean that you gained her affections and then left her," she returned with severity.
Hollis was now trembling in every limb, strong man as he was; he caught at the back of a chair, and leaned on his two hands as he stood behind it gazing into her face with mute lips.
"And now, what do you intend to do?"
"I never did that! It was not in my heart to do that! I would scorn to do it!" he declared with vehemence.
"Then what did you do?" she asked quietly.
"We were good friends. We liked to write to each other. I left off writing because I thought it not fair to interfere with Morris."
"Morris! What did he have to do with it?"
"She wears his ring," he said in a reasoning voice.
"She wears it as she would wear it if a brother had given it to her. They were brother and sister."
Hollis stood with his eyes upon the floor. Afterward Mrs. West told Miss Prudence that when it came to that, she pitied him with all her heart, "he shook all over and looked as if he would faint."
"Mrs. West!" he lifted his eyes and spoke in his usual clear, manly voice, "I have never thought of marrying any one beside Marjorie. I gave that up when mother wrote me that she cared for Morris. I have never sought any one since. I have been waiting--if she loved Morris, she could not love me. I have been giving her time to think of me if she wanted to--"
"I"d like to know how. You haven"t given her the first sign."
"She does not know me; she is shy with me. I do not know her; we do not feel at home with each other."
"How are you going to get to feel at home with each other five hundred miles apart?" inquired the practical mother.
"It will take time."
"Time! I should think it would." Mrs. West pushed a stick of wood into the stove with some energy.
"But if you think it is because--"
"I do think so."
"Then she must know me better than I thought she did," he continued, thoughtfully.
"Didn"t she go to school with you?"
"Not with me grown up."
"That"s a distinction that doesn"t mean anything."
"It means something to me. I am more at home with Linnet than I am with her. She has changed; she keeps within herself."
"Then you must bring her out."
"How can she care, if she thinks I have trifled with her?"
"I didn"t say she thought so, I said _I_ thought so!"
"You have hastened this very much. I wanted her to know me and trust me.
I want my wife to love me, Mrs. West."
"No doubt of that, Master Hollis," with a sigh of congratulation to herself. "All you have to do is to tell her what you have told me. She will throw you off."
"Has she _said_ so?" he inquired eagerly.
"Do you think she is the girl to say so?"
"I am sure not," he answered proudly.
"Hollis, this is a great relief," said Marjorie"s mother.