As we have seen, Annie"s actual character rebuked and humiliated the evil-minded Gregory from the first. He could not rest in her presence.
To relieve himself from self-condemnation, he must prove her goodness a sham or an accident--mere chance exemption from temptation. Her safety and happy influence did not depend upon good resolutions, wise policy, and careful instruction, but upon her real possession of a character which had been formed long before, and which met and foiled him at every point. Lacking this, though a well-meaning, good girl in the main, she would have been a plaything in the hands of such a man. Her absolute truth and crystal purity of principle incased her in heaven"s armor, and neither he nor any other evil-disposed person could harm her. She would not listen to the first insidious suggestion of the tempter. Thus the man who expected to go away despising now honored, reverenced, loved her, and through her strong but gentle ministry had turned his back on evil, and was struggling to escape its degrading bondage.
Gregory was right in thinking that such a woman as Annie could help him to an extent hard to estimate, but fatally wrong in looking to her alone. The kind Father who regards the well-being of His children for eternity rather than for the moments of time, must effectually cure him of this error.
But those two days were memorable ones to him. The cold and stormy weather shut them all in the house, and that meant to him Annie"s society. He was seldom alone with her; he noted with pain that her manner was too frank and kindly, too free from all consciousness, to indicate anything more than the friendship she had promised; but, not knowing how her heart was preoccupied, he hoped that the awakening of deeper feeling was only a question of time. His present peace and rest were so blessed, her presence was so satisfying, and his progress in her favor so apparent as he revealed his better nature, that he was content to call his love friendship until he saw her friendship turning into love.
Had not Annie expected Hunting every day she would have told Gregory all about her relation with him, but now she determined that she would bring them together under the same roof, and not let them separate till she had banished every trace of their difficulty. A partial reconciliation might result in future coolness and estrangement. This she would regard as a misfortune, even if it had no unfavorable influence on Gregory, for he now proved himself the best of company.
Indeed, they seemed to have a remarkable gift for entertaining each other.
While Wednesday did not find Mr. Walton seriously ill to all appearance, he was still far from being well. He employed himself with his papers and seemed to enjoy Gregory"s conversation greatly.
"He now grows very like his father, and reminds me constantly of him,"
he said more than once to Annie.
Mr. Walton"s indisposition was evidently not trivial. There was a soreness about the lungs that made it painful for him to talk much, and he had a severe, racking cough. They were all solicitude in his behalf.
The family physician had been called, and it was hoped that a few days of care would remove this cold.
As he sat in his comfortable arm-chair by the fire he would smilingly say he was having such a good time and so much petting that he did not intend to get well very soon.
Though Gregory"s burn was painful, and both hands were bruised and cut from climbing, he did not regret the suffering, since it also secured from Annie some of the attention she would otherwise have given her father.
Wednesday afternoon was pleasant, and Gregory went out for a walk. He did not return till rather late, and, coming down to supper, found by his plate a letter which clouded his face instantly.
Annie was radiant, for the same mail had brought her one from Hunting, stating that he might be expected any day now. As she saw Gregory"s face darken, she said, "I fear your letter has brought you unpleasant news."
"It has," he replied. "Mr. Burnett, the senior partner, is quite ill, and it is necessary that I return immediately."
"I"m so sorry," she exclaimed, with such hearty emphasis that he looked at her earnestly and said, "Are you really?"
"You shouldn"t ask such a question," she answered, reproachfully.
"Why, Miss Walton, I"ve made a very long visit."
"So much has happened that it does seem a long time since you came. But I wish it were to be longer. We shall miss you exceedingly. Besides,"
she added, with rising color, "I have a special reason for wishing you to stay a little longer."
His color rose instantly also. She puzzled him, while he perplexed her.
"I hope Mr. Gregory"s visit has taught him," said Mr. Walton, kindly, "that he has not lost his former home through our residence here, and that he can run up to the old place whenever he finds opportunity."
"I can say sincerely," he responded, "that I have enjoyed the perfection of hospitality;" adding, in a low tone and with a quick, remorseful look at Annie, "though little deserving it."
"You have richly repaid us," said Mr. Walton, heartily. "It would have been very hard for me at my years to have to seek a new home. I have become wedded to this old place with my feelings and fancies, and the aged, you know, dislike change. I wish to make only one more, then rest will be complete."
"Now, father," said Annie, with glistening eyes, "you must not talk in that way. You know well that we cannot spare you even to go to heaven."
"Well, my child," answered he, fondly. "I am content to leave that in our best Friend"s hands. But I cannot say," he added, with a touch of humor, "that it"s a heavy cross to stay here with you."
"Would that such a cross were imposed upon me!" echoed Gregory, with sudden devoutness. "Miss Walton, did not my business imperatively demand my presence, I would break anything save my neck, in order to be an invalid on your hands."
"Come," cried Annie, half-vexed; "a truce to this style of remark. I think it"s verging toward the sentimental, and I"m painfully matter-of-fact. Father, you must not think of going to heaven yet, and I don"t like to hear you talk about it. Mr. Gregory can break his little finger, if he likes, so we may keep him longer. But do let us all be sensible, and not think of anything sad till it comes. Why should we? Mr. Gregory surely can find time to run up and see us, if he wishes, and I think he will."
Before he could reply, an anxious remark from little Susie enabled them to leave the table in the midst of one of those laughs that banish all embarra.s.sment.
"But we"ll be burned up if Mr. Gregory goes away."
CHAPTER XXVII
PLEADING FOR LIFE AND LOVE
Knowing that it was to be Gregory"s last day with them, Annie determined it should be full of pleasant memories. She sung with him, and did anything he asked. Her heart overflowed toward him in a genial and almost sisterly regard, but his most careful a.n.a.lysis could find no trace even of the inception of warmer feelings. She evidently had a strong and growing liking for him, but nothing more, and she clearly felt the great interest in his effort to become a man of Christian principles. This fact gave him his main hope. Her pa.s.sion to save seemed so strong that he trusted she might be approached even thus early upon that side.
He felt that he must speak--must get some definite hope for the future before he went away. It seemed to him that he could fairly bring his great need as a motive to bear upon her. Her whole course encouraged him to do this, for she had responded to every such appeal. Still with fear and trembling he admitted that he was about to ask for more now than ever before.
But he felt that he must speak. He had no hope that he could ever be more than his wretched self without her. He would ask nothing definite--only encouragement that if he could make himself worthy of her she would give him a chance to win her love. In her almost sisterly frankness it seemed that the idea of loving him had never occurred to her, and would not after he had gone. The thought of leaving her heart all disengaged, for some other to come and make a stronger impression, was torture. He never could be satisfied with the closest friendship, therefore he must plainly seek a dearer tie, even though for a time their frank, pleasant relations should be disturbed. He resolved to take no denial, but to give fair warning, before it was too late, that he was laying siege to her heart. He dreaded that att.i.tude of mind upon her part which enables a woman to say to some men, "I could be your sister, but never your wife."
So he said before they separated for the night, "Miss Walton, I"m going to s.n.a.t.c.h a few hours from the hurry and grind of business, and shall not return to town till to-morrow afternoon. Won"t you take one more ramble with me in the morning?"
"With pleasure," she replied, promptly. "I will devote myself to you to-morrow, and leave you without excuse for not coming again."
He flushed with pleasure at her reply, but said, quickly, "By the way that reminds me. Won"t you tell me what your "special reason" was for wishing me to stay a little longer?"
It was her turn to blush now, which she did in a way that puzzled him.
She answered, hesitatingly, "Well, I think I"ll tell you to-morrow."
"Good-night," said Mr. Walton, feelingly retaining Gregory"s hand when he came to his chair. "We are coming to treat you almost as one of the family. Indeed it seems hard to treat you in any other way now, especially in your old home, now doubly yours since you have saved it from destruction. Every day you remind me more of my dear old friend.
For some reason he has seemed very near me of late. If it should be my lot to see your sainted parents before you do, as it probably will, I believe it will be in my power to add even to their heavenly joys by telling them of your present prospects. Good-night, and may the blessing of your father"s and mother"s G.o.d rest upon you."
Tears sprung into the young man"s eyes, and with a strong responsive pressure of Mr. Walton"s hand, he hastened to his room, to hide what was not weakness.
That was the last time he saw his father"s friend.
Annie"s eyes glistened as she looked after him, and throwing her arms around her father"s neck, she whispered, "G.o.d did send him here I now truly believe. We have not conspired and prayed in vain."
Mr. Walton fondly stroked his daughter"s brown hair, and said, "You are right, Annie; he will be a gem in your crown of rejoicing. You have acted very wisely, very womanly, as your mother would, in this matter.
He was a bad man when he first came here, and if I had not known you so well, I should not have trusted you with him as I have. Be as faithful through life, and you may lead many more out of darkness."
"Dear father," said Annie, tenderly, "this whole day, with Charles"s good letter, and crowned with these precious words from you, seem like a benediction. May we have many more such."
"May G.o.d"s will be done," said the riper Christian, with eyes turned homeward.
Thus in hope, peace, and gladness the day ended for all.
"Ye know not what shall be on the morrow."