It cannot be said that sleep came to Faith"s eyes unbidden,--yet once come, sleep rested there sweetly, even beyond her usual time; and the first disturbing sound, in that misty Sunday morning, was the stopping of a wagon at the front door. But if Faith ran to the window with any special expectations, they were disappointed,--there was nothing at the door but Crab, his companion the little wagon, and Mrs. Derrick composedly getting out of the same. Which was at least surprising enough. The good lady"s next appearance was a very noiseless one in Faith"s room.
"Dear mother! where have you been?"
"Why I"ve been trying to get ahead of Dr. Harrison," said her mother sitting down; "and I did it too. I should have been home before if I hadn"t been afraid of meeting him--so I had to take a cross road." Mrs.
Derrick seemed tired.
"You needn"t look at me so, child," she said, taking off her bonnet.
"It"s enough to see one pale face in a morning. I did see him, Faith, though I didn"t speak to him."
"How did he look, mother?"
"I don"t suppose he really looked bad--considering," said Mrs. Derrick, with the tired look on her own face; "but I am not used to seeing him pulled down. It sort of upset me to see him lie there and those two boys keeping watch of him. I declare, Faith! I wouldn"t like to be the one to touch him with them sitting by!"
"But how is he, mother? who did you see?"
"I didn"t see anybody but them--Mr. Simlins wasn"t up. They said he seemed better, dear--and that if I"d seen him last night I"d think he had quite a colour now: so I suppose he is better. Only I haven"t got the heart of a kitten sometimes--" and a little motion of the lips warned Faith that if her mother was sparing of details it was because she could scarce give them.
"But isn"t he as well as the doctor said? He would look pale, you know"--
"I shouldn"t have known from what the doctor said, that he"d anything more than a scratch on the tip end of his little finger!" said Mrs.
Derrick,--"so I believe I didn"t expect even to see him look pale. And all the while, the doctor was staring at the pantry doors--I didn"t know but he"d get up and open "em and look in."
"You said _two_ boys were there? who beside Reuben Taylor?"
"O Sam Stoutenburgh was "tother side," said Mrs. Derrick, "and wanted to know how you were. I"d a great mind to tell him it was none of his business. I suppose he thinks his heart is as large as he is, and can hold everything at once."
A shadow of something seemed to cross Faith at the mention of Sam"s name. She turned away and began dressing herself.
"Don"t stir again, mother," she said. "I"ll come down and see about breakfast."
"It"ll rest me to go with you, child,--I told Reuben I"d come again and stay if Mr. Linden would let me, and Reuben will send me word. So I want to see you in the mean time. But I don"t think they"ll send."
The breakfast was a quiet meal, though Faith but poorly performed her promise of eating. How Faith spent the hour after breakfast her mother could but guess; then she came out with her bonnet on and kissed her before setting off to Sunday school. The thick mist yet filled the air, growing yellow now with the struggling sunbeams. She walked quick and met n.o.body.
Till she came to her place, and there she found not Charles twelfth alone, but the two other little additions to her charge that had been promised her. For though it was by no means "cold weather"--the warm sunny days lingering yet and this Sunday promising to be a good specimen,--it happened that Johnny and his companion had received a special injunction to come, as Faith found out, and were there accordingly.
And if Johnny regretted his old place in another cla.s.s, it was not for the reason his new teacher had feared. Faith"s face was very pale,--that of itself touched the children; and her words this day came in a tone that won all the recesses of their hearts. She had forgot about other teachers or children being in her neighbourhood; on those three her stores of love and tenderness poured themselves out. She told them with warm lips, of Christ and his love and his leading,--of the safety and joy of his sheep,--of her wish that her little charge should be lambs in that flock, and what sort of lambs they must be. Faith spoke to her children very much as if she had been a child herself.
They knew instinctively, with very sure knowledge, that she belonged to the fold of which she was joyously telling them.
The children, on their part, met her variously. Johnny--with his clear childish eyes, the flower-like unfolding of his little heart to that warm sunshine--gave her more help than trouble,--she understood the liking to teach him for her own sake. If his thoughts sometimes wandered a little from her words, the downcast look, the slight quiver of his childish lips, told Faith where they had gone; and she could forgive him. But though at such times Robbie Waters always remembered to look grave too, yet he displaced Faith"s gravity once by whispering to her (in the midst of her earnest admonitions to Charles twelfth) that "she knew she was pretty"; and was in general in an easy, docile state of mind, and much interested and amazed at the "deportment" of his little neighbour, Charles twelfth. When Faith came out of the school, she saw that all the seats of Mr. Linden"s cla.s.s were vacant; and with that little reminding touch, went to her own place in the church.
It was between nine and ten o"clock, while Faith was yet lost in her little charge, while Mrs. Derrick at home was thinking of her, and Mr.
Simlins was taking his late breakfast, that Dr. Harrison"s curricle reached the farmer"s gate. All was quiet without the house, but when Jenny Lowndes admitted the doctor into the hall, the array of hats and caps upon the table might have startled a less professional man; might have even suggested the idea that Mr. Simlins was giving a breakfast party.
"Let me see Mr. Linden," said the doctor.
Jenny hesitated--then her fear of Dr. Harrison overcoming her scruples, she walked softly to the door and opened it. But if the doctor wanted to see his patient, he was obliged to wait a little; for the group of boys--some standing, some kneeling--around the bed, hid everything else. The room was very still, very _earnest;_ even Dr. Harrison could feel that; the sound of words, very low-spoken, was all he could hear.
The closing door made itself heard, however,--several boys turned round, and at once stepped aside; and the doctor saw his patient, not dressed but lying as he had left him the night before. Mr. Linden smiled--and saying some words to his cla.s.s held out his hand towards the doctor; but this was fastened upon at once by so many, that the doctor again had to wait his turn; and it was not until everyone else had touched that hand, some even with their lips, that he was left alone with his patient.
"What are you doing?" said he, in a sort of grave tone which did not however mean gravity. "Holding a levee?--and do you receive your courtiers at different hours according to their ages? in that case. I have come at the wrong time."
"No, you shall have the time all to yourself."
"I see I have it! Are the juvenile members of society in Pattaqua.s.set accustomed to pay their respects to you at this hour in the morning?"
"Not always. Once a week we meet to talk over pleasant things."
"Have I interrupted the pleasant things now?"
"No, I could not talk very long this morning. The boys were just going."
"I wish I had come a little sooner," said Dr. Harrison. "I"m not a boy, to be sure, but I don"t know that they are privileged to monopolize all pleasant things. If they are, I am against monopolies. However, if you can"t talk, you mustn"t talk. How do you do?"
"I do well--if a man can be doing well when he"s doing nothing. I will talk as long as you please--about pleasant things."
The doctor however diverged to the state of his patient"s health, nor would talk of anything else till his investigations on that point were made. The result of them seemed to be satisfactory.
"Now Linden," he said, in atone that indicated they were free to ask and answer,--"who was that fellow last night? have you any idea?"
"It is difficult to identify a man when you are only within gunshot of him--and after sundown," said Mr. Linden smiling.
"Difficult--yes, it may be,--but you gathered something?"
"I gathered a run."
"That is," said the doctor looking at him, "you _have_ an opinion on the subject and are not willing to risk it?"
"No," said Mr. Linden, "I have had risk enough for one night."
"You are mistaken, Linden. A hint might be quite enough to bring out the certainty. My father is very eager about the matter, and is only waiting for you to empower him to act."
"I shall give you no hint," said Mr. Linden. "I might be willing to risk my own opinion, but not another man"s character."
The doctor looked at him keenly and curiously.
"What possible motive!"--he said. "For it is evident that the shot was fired of intent, and evident that you yourself think so. It is unheard-of!"
"Were you bred to the bar, that you sum up evidence before it is given?" said Mr. Linden, with a good-humoured raising of his brows at the doctor.
"But the man ran!"
"So did I--he could hardly think I was much hurt."
"I don"t want to have such a fellow abroad in Pattaqua.s.set," said the doctor. "But suppose we go back to the pleasant things. You must start the subject, Linden. Rousseau says a man can best describe the sweets of liberty from the inside of a prison--so, I suppose, you being shot at and laid on your back, can have no lack of theme."
Mr. Linden smiled--the smile of a most unfettered spirit.
"Liberty!" he said. "Yes, I have realized since I have lain here, that--