he muttered.
And yet, left to himself, he had now nothing to do but think, and a fearful time he had of it, lowering at the fire, in the arm-chair, from which he scarcely stirred.
"I have lost my vantage-ground," he groaned--"lost it utterly. I am not even a "well-meaning man." I purpose evil against this freshest, purest spirit I have ever known since in this house I looked into my mother"s eyes. I am worse than the wild Arab of the desert. I have eaten salt with them; I have partaken of their generous hospitality, given so cordially for the sake of one that is dead, and in return have wounded their most sacred feelings, and now propose to prove the daughter a creature that I can go away and despise. Instead of being glad that there is one in the world n.o.ble and good, even though by accident--instead of noting with pleasure that every sweet flower has not become a weed--I wish to drag her down to my own wretched level, or else I would have her exhibit sufficient weakness to show that she would go as far as she was tempted to go. A decent devil could hardly wish her worse. I would like to see her show the same spirit that animates Miss Belle St. Glair of New York, or Mrs. Grobb, my former adored Miss Bently--creatures that I despise as I do myself, and what more could I say? If I could only cause her to show some of their characteristics the reproach of her life would pa.s.s away, and I should be confirmed in my belief that humanity"s unutterable degradation is its misfortune, and the blame should rest elsewhere than on us. How absurd to blame water for running down hill! Give man or woman half a chance, that is, before habits are fixed, and they plunge faster down the inclined moral plane. And the plague of it is, this seeming axiom does not satisfy me. What business has my conscience, with a lash of scorpion stings, to punish me this and every day that I permit myself to think? Did I not try for years to be better? Did I not resist the infernal gravitation? and yet I am falling still. I never did anything so mean and low before as I am doing now. If it is my nature to do evil, why should I not do it without compunction? And as I look downward--there is no looking forward for me--there seems no evil thing that I could not do if so inclined. Here in this home of my childhood, this sacred atmosphere that my mother breathed, I would besmirch the character of one who as yet is pure and good, with a nature like a white hyacinth in spring. I see the vileness of the act, I loathe it, and yet it fascinates me, and I have no power to resist. Why should a stern, condemning voice declare in recesses of my soul, "You could and should resist"? For years I have been daily yielding to temptation, and conscience as often p.r.o.nounces sentence against me. When will the hateful farce cease? Mult.i.tudes appear to sin without thought or remorse. Why cannot I? It"s my mother"s doings, I suppose. A plague upon the early memories of this place. Will they keep me upon the rack forever?"
He rose, strode up and down the parlor, and clenched his hands in pa.s.sionate protest against himself, his destiny, and the G.o.d who made him.
A chillness, resulting partly from dread and partly from the wild storm raging without, caused him to heap up the hearth with wood. It speedily leaped into flame, and, covering his face with his hands, he sat cowering before it. A vain but frequent thought recurred to him with double power.
"Oh that I could cease to exist, and lose this miserable consciousness!
Oh that, like this wood, I could be aflame with intense, pa.s.sionate life, and then lose ident.i.ty, memory, and everything that makes _me_, and pa.s.s into other forms. Nay, more, if I had my wish, I would become nothing here and now."
The crackling of flames and the rush of wind and rain against the windows had caused the sound of wheels, and a light step in the room, to be unheard.
He was aroused by Miss Walton, who asked, "Mr. Gregory, are you ill?"
He raised his woe-begone face to hers, and said, almost irritably, "Yes--no--or at least I am as well as I ever expect to be, and perhaps better." Then with a sudden impulse he asked, "Does annihilation seem such a dreadful thing to you?"
"What! the losing of an eternity of keen enjoyment? Could anything be more dreadful! Really, Mr. Gregory, brooding here alone has not been good for you. Why do you not think of pleasant things?"
"For the same reason that a man with a raging toothache does not have pleasant sensations," he answered, with a grim smile.
"I admit the force of your reply, though I do not think the case exactly parallel. The mind is not as helpless as the body. Still, I believe it is true that when the body is suffering the mind is apt to become the prey of all sorts of morbid fancies, and you do look really ill. I wish I could give you some of my rampant health and spirits to-day. Facing the October storm has done me good every way, and I am ravenous for dinner."
He looked at her enviously as she stood before him, with her waterproof, still covered with rain-drops, partially thrown back and revealing the outline of a form which, though not stout, was suggestive of health and strength. She seemed, with her warm, high color, like a hardy flower covered with spray. Instead of shrinking feebly and delicately from the harsher moods of nature, and coming in pinched and shivering, she had felt the blood in her veins and all the wheels of life quickened by the gale.
"Miss Walton," he said, with a glimmer of a smile, "do you know that you are very different from most young ladies? You and nature evidently have some deep secrets between you. I half believe you never will grow old, but are one of the perennials. I am glad you have come home, for you seem to bring a little of yesterday"s sunshine into the dreary house."
As they returned to the parlor after dinner, Gregory remarked, "Miss Walton, what can you do to interest me this afternoon, for I am devoured with ennui?"
She turned upon him rather quickly and said, "A young man like you has no business to be "devoured with ennui." Why not engage in some pursuit, or take up some subject that will interest you and stir your pulse?"
With a touch of his old mock gallantry he bowed and said, "In you I see just the subject, and am delighted to think I"m going to have you all to myself this rainy afternoon."
With a half-vexed laugh and somewhat heightened color she answered, "I imagine you won"t have me all to yourself long."
She had hardly spoken the words before the children bounded in, exclaiming, "Now, Aunt Annie, for our stories."
"You see, Mr. Gregory, here are previous and counter-claims already."
"I wish I knew of some way of successfully disputing them."
"It would be difficult to find. Well, come, little people, we will go into the sitting-room and not disturb Mr. Gregory."
"Now, I protest against that," he said. "You might at least let me be one of the children."
"But the trouble is, you won"t be one, but will sit by criticising and laughing at our infantile talk."
"Now you do me wrong. I will be as good as I can, and if you knew how long and dreary the day has been you would not refuse."
She looked at him keenly for a moment, and then said, a little doubtfully, "Well, I will try for once. Run and get your favorite Sunday books, children."
When they were alone he asked, "How can you permit these youngsters to be such a burden?"
"They are not a burden," she answered.
"But a nurse could take care of them and keep them quiet."
"If their father and mother were living they would not think "keeping them quiet" all their duty toward them, nor do I, to whom they were left as a sacred trust."
"That awful word "duty" rules you, Miss Walton, with a rod of iron."
"Do I seem like a harshly driven slave?" she asked, smilingly.
"No, and I cannot understand you."
"That is because your philosophy of life is wrong. You still belong to that old school who would have it that sun, moon, and stars revolve around the earth. But here are the books, and if you are to be one of the children you must do as I bid you--be still and listen."
It was strange to Gregory how content he was to obey. He was surprised at his interest in the old Bible stories told in childish language, and as Annie stopped to explain a point or answer a question, he found himself listening as did the eager little boy sitting on the floor at her feet. The hackneyed man of the world could not understand how the true, simple language of nature, like the little brown blossoms of lichens, has a beauty of its own.
At the same time he had a growing consciousness that perhaps there was something in the reader also which mainly held his interest. It was pleasant to listen to the low, musical voice. It was pleasant to see the red lips drop the words so easily yet so distinctly, and chief of all was the consciousness of a vitalized presence that made the room seem full when she was in it, and empty when she was absent, though all others remained.
He truly shared the children"s regret when at last she said, "Now I am tired, and must go upstairs and rest awhile before supper, after which we will have some music. You can go into the sitting-room and look at the pictures till the tea-bell rings. Mr. Gregory, will my excuse to the children answer for you also?"
"I suppose it must, though I have no pictures to look at."
She suddenly appeared to change her mind, and said, briskly, "Come, sir, what you need is work for others. I have read to you, and you ought to be willing to read to me. If you please, I will rest in the arm-chair here instead of in my room."
"I will take your medicine," he said, eagerly, "without a wry face, though an indifferent reader, while I think you are a remarkably good one; and let me tell you it is one of the rarest accomplishments we find. You shall also choose the book."
"What unaccountable amiableness!" she replied, laughing. "I fear I shall reward you by going to sleep."
"Very well, anything so I am not left alone again. I am wretched company for myself."
"Oh, it is not for my sake you are so good, after all!"
"You think me a selfish wretch, Miss Walton."
"I think you are like myself, capable of much improvement. But I wish to rest, and you must not talk, but read. There is the "Schonberg-Cotta Family." I have been over it two or three times, so if I lose the thread of the story it does not matter."
He wheeled the arm-chair up to the fire for her, and for a while she listened with interest; but at last her lids drooped and soon closed, and her regular breathing showed that she was sleeping. His voice sank in lower and lower monotone lest his sudden stopping should awaken her, then he laid down his book and read a different story in the pure young face turned toward him.
"It is not beautiful," he thought, "but it is a real, good face. I should not be attracted toward it in a thronged and brilliant drawing-room. I might not notice it on Fifth Avenue, but if I were ill and in deep trouble, it is just such a face as I should like to see bending over me. Am I not ill and in deep trouble? I have lost my health and lost my manhood. What worse disasters this side death can I experience? Be careful, Walter Gregory, you may be breaking the one clew that can lead you out of the labyrinth. You may be seeking to palsy the one hand that can help you. Mother believed in a special Providence. Is it her suggestion that now flashes in my mind that G.o.d in mercy has brought me to this place of sacred memories, and given me the companionship of this good woman, that the bitter waters of my life may be sweetened? I do not know from whom else it can come.
"And yet the infernal fascination of evil! I cannot--I will not give up my purpose toward her. Vain dreams! Miss Walton or an angel of light could not reclaim me. My impetus downward is too great.
"Oh, the rest and peace of that face! Physical rest and a quiet, happy spirit dwell in every line. She sleeps there like a child, little dreaming that a demon is watching her. But she says that she is guarded. Perhaps she is. A strong viewless one with a flaming sword may stand between her and me.
"Weak fool! Enough of this. I shall carry out my experiment fully, and when I have succeeded or failed, I can come to some conclusion on matters now in doubt.