"But why _your_ duty, David? Surely Vala was dearer and nearer."
"The minister said, "You are a lone man, David, and you fear G.o.d; so, then, you need not fear the fever.""
"And he knew that you hated Sinclair! Knew that Sinclair had come to my house with the fever on him--knew that he had lifted my poor bairn, only that he might give her the death-kiss!"
"No, no! How could any father, any man, be as bad as that, Nanna?"
"You know not how bad the devil can make a man when he enters into him. And how could the minister send you such a hard road?"
"It was made easy to me; it was indeed, Nanna. The sensible presence of G.o.d, and the shining of his face on me, though only for a moment, made me willing to give up all my anger and all my revenge, and wait on my enemy, and do what I could for him to the last moment."
"And Vala? How could you forget her?"
"I did not forget her. I was feared for the child, though I would not say that to you. Barbara told me she had fret all night, and when I said it would be for her mother, the woman shook her head in a way that made me tremble. I was on my way to see her and you when I met the minister, and he sent me the other way."
"Why did you not tell him that you feared for Vala?"
"I said that, and he said, "Nanna will be able to care for the little one; but there is a strong man needed to care for her husband; Nicol Sinclair will be hard to manage." And then he minded me of the man"s sinful life, and he said peradventure it might be the purpose of G.o.d even yet to give him another opportunity for repentance through me."
"If he had known Nicol Sinclair as I--"
"Yes, Nanna, but it is an awful thing to die eternally. If I could help to save any one from such a fate, even my worst enemy,--even your enemy and Vala"s,--what should I have done? Tell me."
"Just what you did. You have done right. Yes; though the man killed Vala, you have done right! You have done right!"
"I knew that would be your last word."
"Did he have one good thought, one prayer, to meet death with?"
"He did not. It was a wild night when he was in the dead thraws--a wild night for the flitting; and he went out in storm and darkness, and the sea carried him away."
"G.o.d have mercy upon him! I have not a tear left for Nicol Sinclair."
"It was an awful death; but on the same night there was a very good death after a very good life. You have heard, Nanna?"
"I have heard nothing. For many days all has been still and tidingless. The fever is in every house, and no one comes near but the doctor, and he speaks only to the sick."
"Well, then, the good minister has gone home. He was taken with the fever while giving the sacrament to Elder Somerlid. And he knew that he would die, for he said, "John Somerlid, we shall very soon drink this cup together in the house of our Father in heaven." So when he got back to the manse he sent for Elder Peterson, and gave him his last words."
"And I know well that they would be good words."
"They were like himself, full of hope. He spoke about his books, and the money in his desk to pay all his debts, and then he said:
""The days of my life are ended, but I have met the hand of G.o.d, Peter, and it is strong to lead and to comfort me. A word was brought to me even as I held the blessed cup in my hand. Read to me from the Book while I can listen to it." And Peterson asked, "What shall I read?" And the minister said, "Take the Psalms.
There is everything in the Psalms." So Peterson read the ones he called for, and after a little the minister said:
""That will do, Peter. I turn now from the sorrow and pain and darkness of earth to the celestial city, to infinite serenities, to love without limit, to perfect joy. And when I am dead, see you to my burying, Peter. Lay me in the grave with my face to the east, and put above me Jesus Christ"s own watchword, "_Thy kingdom come._"" After that he asked only for water, and so he died."
"Blessed are such dead. There is no need to weep for them."
"That is one thing sure; but I have seen this, Nanna: that the wicked is unbefriended in his death-pang."
"And after it, David? O David, after it?"
"There is no darkness nor shadow of death where the worker of iniquity may hide," he answered with an awful solemnity.
"O David, we come into the world weeping, and we go out fearing. It is a hard travail, both for body and soul."
And David walked to the little table on which the Book lay, and he turned the leaves until he found the words he wanted. And Nanna watched him with eyes purified by that mysterious withdrawal into the life of the soul which comes through a great sorrow.
"It was not always so, Nanna," he said. "Listen!
"For their sakes I made the world, and when Adam transgressed my statutes, then was decreed that now is done.
"Then were the entrances of this world made narrow, full of sorrow and travail; they are but few and evil, full of perils and very painful.
"For the entrances of the elder world were wide and sure, and brought immortal fruit.
But yet there is to be a restoration, Nanna."
"I know not," she answered wearily. "It is so far off--so far away."
"But it is promised. It is sure.
"The world shall be turned into the old silence seven days, like as in former judgments, so that no man shall remain.
"And after seven days, the world, that yet awaketh not, shall be raised up; and that shall die that is corrupt.
"And the earth shall restore those that are asleep in her; and the dust, those that dwell in silence; and the secret places shall deliver those souls that were committed unto them.
"And the Most High shall appear upon the seat of judgment, and misery shall pa.s.s away, and the long suffering shall have an end.
"But judgment shall remain; truth shall stand; and faith shall wax strong."
"I know nothing of these things, David; I cannot think of them.
What I want is some word of comfort about Vala--a little word from beyond would make all the difference. _Why_ is it not given? _Why_ is there no answering voice from the other side? There is none on this. _Why_ does G.o.d pursue a poor, broken-hearted woman so hardly?
Even now, when I have wept my heart cold and dumb, I do not please him. One thing only is sure--my misery. Oh, _why, why_, David?"
And David could only drop his eyes before the sad, inquiring gaze of Nanna"s. He murmured something about Adam and the cross, and told her sorrowfully that He who hung upon it, forsaken, in the dark, also asked, "Why?" The austerity and profound mystery of his creed gave him no more comforting answer to the pathetic inquiry.
He spent the day in the little hamlet, and, the weather being dry and not very cold, he persuaded Nanna to take a walk upon the cliff-top with him. She agreed because she had not the strength to oppose his desire; but if David had had any experience with suffering women, he would have seen at once how ineffectual his effort would be. The gray, icy, indifferent sea had nothing hopeful to say to her. The gray gulls, with their stern, cold eyes, watchful and hungry, filled her ears with nothing but painful clamoring. There was no voice in nature to cry, "Comfort," to a bruised soul.
She said the wind hurt her, that she was tired, that she would rather sit still in the house and shut her eyes and think of Vala. She leaned so heavily on him that David was suddenly afraid, and he looked with more scrutiny into her face. If his eyes had been opened he would have seen over its youth and beauty signs of a hand that writes but once; for when despair a.s.sumes the dignity of patience it carries with it the warrant of death.
They went slowly and silently back to the house, and as they approached it David said, "Some one has called, for the door is open." And they walked a little faster, so that Nanna"s cheeks flushed with the movement and the wind.
Matilda Sabiston sat on the hearthstone grumbling at the cold, while the man-servant who had brought her so far was piling the peats upon the fire to warm her feet and hands. When David and Nanna entered she did not move, but she turned her eyes upon them with a malignant anger that roused in both a temper very different from that in which their hopeless walk had been taken. It was immediately noticeable in Nanna. She dropped David"s hand and walked forward to her visitor, and they looked steadily at each other for a few moments. Then Matilda said: