Mr. Walton was listening with an amused smile. He evidently understood his quaint old friend and shared Annie"s opinion of him.
Gregory was growing decidedly interested, and said, "Really, Miss Walton, I must side with your aunt in this matter. I shall overwhelm you with an awful word. I think you are lat.i.tudinarian in your tendencies."
"Which Daddy Tuggar would call a new-fangled way of swearing at me,"
retorted Annie, with her frank laugh that was so genuinely mirthful that even Aunt Eulie joined in it.
"I half think," continued Annie, "that the churchmen in the ages of controversy did a good deal of worse swearing than our old neighbor is guilty of when they hurled at each other with such bitter zest the epithets Antinomian, Socinian, Pelagian, Calvinistic, etc."
"Those terms have an awful sound. They smite my ear with all the power that vagueness imparts, and surely must have caused stout hearts to tremble in their day," he remarked.
"We are no longer on the ground of currency and finance," said Annie, archly, "and I shall leave you to imagine that I know all about the ideas represented by the polysyllabic terms of churchmen"s warfare."
He looked at her a moment in comic dismay. Really this country girl was growing too much for him in his game of banter.
"Miss Walton, I shall not dispute or question your knowledge of the Socin--cin--(you know the rest) heresy--"
"Alas!" put in Annie, quietly, "I do know all about the "sin heresy." I can say that honestly."
"I am somewhat inclined to doubt that," he said, quickly; then added, in sudden and mock severity, "Miss Walton, if I were a judge upon the bench I should charge that you were evading the question and befogging the case. The point at issue is, How can you regard Daddy Tuggar as a good man? As evidence against him I can affirm that I do not remember to have had such a good square cursing in my life, and I have received several."
This last expression caused Miss Eulie to open her eyes at him.
"Not for your sake, sir," said Annie, with a keen yet humorous glance at him, "who as judge on the bench have in your pocket a written verdict, I fear, but for Aunt Eulie"s I will give the reasons for my estimate. I regard her in the light of an honest jury. In the first place the term you used, "square," applies to him. I do not think he could be tempted to do a dishonest thing; and that, as the world goes, is certainly a good point."
"And as the church goes, too," he added, cynically.
"He is a good neighbor, and considerate of the rights of others. He can feel, and is not afraid to show a sincere indignation when seeing a wrong done to another."
"I can vouch for that. I shall steal no more of your apples, Mr.
Walton."
"There is not a particle of hypocrisy about him. I wish I could think the same of his wife. For some reason she always gives me the impression of insincerity. If I were as good as you are, aunty, perhaps I should not be so suspicious. One thing more, and my eulogy of Daddy--the only one he will ever receive, I fear--is over. He is capable of sincere friendship, and that is more than you can say of a great many."
"It is indeed," said Gregory, with bitter emphasis. "I should be willing to take my chances with Daddy Tuggar in this or any other world."
"You had better not," she answered, now thoroughly in earnest.
"Why so?"
"I should think memories of this place would make my meaning clear,"
she replied, gently.
Gregory"s face darkened, and he admitted to himself that most unexpectedly she had sent an arrow home, and yet he could take no exception.
His indifference toward her had vanished now. So far from regarding her as a dull, good, country girl with a narrow horizon of little feminine and commonplace interests, he began to doubt whether he should be able to cope with her in the tilt of thought. He saw that she was quick, original, and did her own thinking, that in repartee she hit back unexpectedly, in flashes, as the lightning strikes from the clouds. He could not keep pace with her quick intuition.
Moreover, in her delicate reference to his parents" faith she had suggested an argument for Christianity that he had never been able to answer. For a little time she had caused him to forget his wretched self, but her last remark had thrown him back on his old doubts, fears, and memories. As we have said, his cynical, despondent expression returned, and he silently lowered at the fire.
Annie had too much tact to add a word. "He must be hurt--well probed indeed--before he can be well," she thought.
Country bedtime had now come, and Mr. Walton said, "Mr. Gregory, I trust you will not find our custom of family prayers distasteful."
"The absence of such a custom would seem strange to me in this place,"
he replied, but he did not say whether it would be agreeable or distasteful.
Annie went to the piano as if it were a habit, and after a moment chose the tender hymn--
"Come, ye disconsolate."
At first, in his morbid sensitiveness, he was inclined to resent this selection as aimed at him, but soon he was under the spell of the music and the sentiment, which he thought had never before been so exquisitely blended.
Miss Walton was not very finished or artistic in anything. She would not be regarded as a scholar, even among the girls of her own age and station, and her knowledge of cla.s.sical music was limited. But she was gifted in a peculiar degree with tact, a quick perception, and the power of interpreting the language of nature and of the heart. She read and estimated character rapidly. Almost intuitively she saw people"s needs and weaknesses, but so far was she from making them the ground of satire and contempt that they awakened her pity and desire to help. In other words, she was one of those Christians who in some degree catch the very essence of Christ"s character, who lived and died to save. She did not think of condemning the guilty and disconsolate man that brooded at her fireside, but she did long to help him.
"I may never be able to say such words to him directly," she thought, "but I can sing them, and if he leaves our home to-morrow he shall hear the truth once more."
And she did sing with tenderness and feeling. In rendering something that required simplicity, nature, and pathos, no prima donna could surpa.s.s her, for while her voice was not powerful, and had no unusual compa.s.s, it was as sweet as that of a thrush in May.
Only deaf ears and a stony heart could have remained insensible, and Gregory was touched. A reviving breath from Paradise seemed to blow upon him and gently urge, "Arise, struggle, make one more effort, and you may yet cross the burning sands of the desert. It is not a mirage that is mocking you now."
As the last words trembled from the singer"s lips he shaded his eyes with the hand on which his head was leaning, but Miss Eulie saw a tear fall with momentary glitter, and she exulted over it as his good angel might have done.
If penitent tears could be crystallized they would be the only gems of earth that angels would covet, and perhaps G.o.d"s co-workers here will find those that they caused to flow on earth, set as gems in their "crown of glory that fadeth not away."
Mr. Walton, in reverential tones, read the fifty-third chapter of Isaiah, which, with greater beauty and tenderness, carried forward the thought of the hymn; and then he knelt and offered a prayer that was so simple and child-like, so free from form and cant, and so direct from the heart, that Gregory was deeply moved. The a.s.sociations of his early home were now most vividly revealed and crowned by the sacred hour of family worship, the memory of which, like a reproachful face, had followed him in all his evil life.
When he arose from his knees he again shaded his face with his hand to hide his wet eyes and twitching muscles. After a few moments he bade the family an abrupt goodnight, and retired to his room.
At first they merely exchanged significant glances. Then Miss Eulie told of the tear as if it were a bit of dust from a mine that might enrich them all. For a while Annie sat thoughtfully gazing into the fire, but at last she said, "It must be plain to us that Mr. Gregory has wandered further from his old home in spirit than he has in body; but it seems equally evident that he is not happy and content. He seems suffering and out of health in soul and body. Perhaps G.o.d has sent him to us and to his childhood"s home for healing. Let us, therefore, be very careful, very tender and considerate. He is naturally proud and sensitive, and is morbidly so now."
"I think he is near the Kingdom," said Miss Eulie, with a little sigh of satisfaction.
"Perhaps all are nearer than we think," said Annie, in a musing tone.
"G.o.d is not far from any one of us. But it is the curse of sin to blind. He has, no doubt, been long in reaching his present unhappy condition, and he may be long in escaping from it."
"Well, the Lord reigns," said Mr. Walton, sententiously, as if that settled the question.
"Dear old father!" said Annie, smiling fondly at him, "that"s your favorite saying. You have a comfortable habit of putting all perplexing questions into the Lord"s hand and borrowing no further trouble.
Perhaps that is the wisest way after all, only one is a long time learning it."
"I"ve been a long time learning it, my child," said her father. "Let us agree to carry his case often to the throne of mercy, and in His good time and way our prayers will be answered."
Thus in quaint old scriptural style they conspired for the life of their unconscious guest. This was in truth a "holy alliance." How many dark conspiracies there have been, resulting in blood, wrong, and outrage, that some unworthy brow might wear for a little time a petty, perishing crown of earth! Oh, that there were more conspiracies like that in Mr. Walton"s parlor for the purpose of rendering the unworthy fit to wear the crown immortal!
CHAPTER VIII
WITCHCRAFT