"No, both!" he answered me, as he dropped his hand and arm from their att.i.tude of entreaty, shook his head sadly and again turned from me and looked out on the dim distance of Old Harpeth. Suddenly I had the feeling of having a great door shut in my face, and a terror of being left all alone in the world came over me. Without knowing what I did I stretched out my hand and caught at his arm and moved closer to him, suddenly cold in the sunshine.
"I"m frightened," I whispered, as I bowed my head on my hand, clutching his arm.
"Poor little wandering, hunting lamb," he crooned to me as he laid a tender hand on my bowed head. "Keep watch over her, Lord Jesus," he prayed under his breath and then as suddenly as I had felt the fear I found again my courage.
"That cry was woman to man, not child to priest. It is only honest to tell you so," I said, as I suddenly raised my head and threw another gauntlet that I knew would bring on another battle. "I hate myself for it."
"I wanted to win you for G.o.d and have you come to me then as a gift from Him, but it may have to be the other way round," was the answer he struck out at me with, and as he spoke he clasped my hand in his with a force that seemed to create the great silent, untenanted s.p.a.ce around us as it had that night he had sung the Tristan music to me in the moonlight. "I"m going to save you and--and _have_ you."
"No, no!" I cried, as I tried to draw my hand away, found it held beyond my effort and then suddenly released.
"I knew the first minute I looked into your eyes, but I"ll wait," he said softly into the silence around us.
"No, no, don"t even think such a thing," I exclaimed, and I wanted to rise to my feet and break the spell of that s.p.a.ce around us, but I could only cower closer to him on the gra.s.s beneath the rustling silver leaves. "I"m going to marry Nickols in a few months and then I"m going out of this world of yours and you can lead them all to--to safety."
"No, it"s in G.o.d"s hands. He"ll keep you and give you to me when the time comes. It all may mean suffering to us both, probably does, but I accept the cup--in His good time," and as he spoke he looked again into my eyes with a lonely sadness that I could not endure.
"I want to get away from you," I gasped and I felt that I must get out of the aloneness with him.
"We are in G.o.d"s hands," he said again, as his warm hands found and held mine. "We must wait on Him with--" Then suddenly the world closed in on us again and we were on our feet--apart.
CHAPTER XIV
ABIDE WITH ME
"Auntie Charlotte, you stole Minister away from us in a no-fair way,"
stormed Charlotte as she came around the young larches and wild swamp root that had formed the world apart for the dangerous Jaguar and me.
"Mother Spurlock can"t sing to any good and Sue is so little we gets the key away from her. Let him come right back!" As she made this peremptory demand for the release of my prisoner, my name-daughter stood her ground with her cohorts, who had been scrambling around and over and through the shrubbery, ma.s.sed behind her. There were Mikey of the red head, small James, the musical wee Susan, Maudie Burns and Jennie Todd, besides several more of the Burns family, a few Sprouls and Paynes and a very ragged young Jones, and they all looked at me with hostile and accusing eyes as Charlotte hurled a final invective at me. "You are wicked and the devil will burn you up," she threatened.
"He won"t neither, at all. Hush up!" came a defense and a command in a very imperious young voice, and the Stray followed the voice from around the large trunk of the oldest graybeard. He had arrived late on the scene of action because his impedimenta had been the wriggling puppy of brindle hue, which he immediately released as he came over and stood between the Reverend Mr. Goodloe and me, with my hand in his own small paddie and defiance and defense to the limit in his high-held young head with its black crest and snapping violet eyes. At last I felt Charlotte had met her match and I trembled for the result.
"She never stoled nothing," he further declared, looking Charlotte full in the eye.
"I meant she tooken him away, Stranger," parleyed Charlotte with extreme mildness for her and giving to the Stray the name that she had decided upon by translating the cognomen of his state into that of another almost equally forlorn. "My father told my Auntie Harriet that Aunt Charlotte would git Minister yet and I"ll call the devil to stop her if she tries to get him away."
"I"ll bust that devil"s head with a rock and a bad smell," answered the Stray as he held tighter to my hand and hurled back his threat that held a remembrance of the conquering of the tenacious turtle.
"Auntie Harriet answered father that Auntie Charlotte and the devil could do most anything that--" small James was contributing to the general a.s.sault when with a wave of a calming hand Mr. Goodloe took the field.
"That will do, youngsters," he commanded with extreme mildness it seemed to me, considering the appalling situation. "I thought you had had about enough practice for to-day and Charlotte could have taught the little boy--er--"
"Stranger," prompted Charlotte.
"You could have taught him up to the point you knew so I could have a nice rest here under the lovely trees. Are you being kind to me in not helping me a little bit? You know what you promised me." And the beloved "Minister"s" voice was just as grave and just as serious as if he had been reproving one of his deacons.
"Is talking to Auntie Charlotte and holding her hand the Lord"s work?"
demanded Charlotte, looking him straight in the face.
"Yes," answered Mr. Goodloe, gravely, looking her as straight in the eye as she had looked him.
"Then come on, Stranger, and learn the march without any tune but Sue,"
she said as she stretched out her hand to the Stray, who ignored it and clung to me with his serious eyes raised to mine.
"I"ll go with you now over in the chapel and play for you on the organ and then we can all teach him," said the parson, and he picked wee Susan, the music box, up in his arms and buried his lips in the curls on the back of her fragrant little neck.
"Are you all done with Auntie Charlotte?" asked young Charlotte, with the extreme of consideration for him, not for my feelings.
"Yes, for the present," he answered, and he held out his free hand to the Stray, who was still clinging to me.
"Go with him, sonny, and Mikey will take you home," I said to my small champion, using the tender name that I had heard Martha give him. As I spoke I laid his hand in that of Mr. Goodloe and I didn"t raise my eyes to his but turned from them and left him standing in the midst of his flock of lambs under the silver leaves and out in the bright light, while I went into the cool dark hall and on up to my own room which was also cool and dark.
"I am lost and blind and I don"t know what to do," I murmured as I flung myself down on my window seat and looked through the narrow opening of the shutters out to the everlasting hills across the valley. "I know I am ineffective and perfectly worthless as I am but I will not, I will not be swayed by--"
"Charlotte," called father"s voice with its commanding note which had apparently come into it now to stay.
"Yes," I answered, and went down immediately, glad of the interruption to my self-communion and arraignment.
I found father and Nickols and Mark Morgan and Billy Harvey and Mr.
c.o.c.krell down in father"s study and I could see from their faces that something unusual had happened.
"City Council voted the appropriation to meet c.o.c.krell"s and my donation for the schoolhouse, contracts have been signed and dirt is to be broken to-morrow by Henry Todd and thirty workmen Nickols has ordered down from the city," father announced, with jubilation in his voice. "We thought Goodloe was here in the garden with you."
"He was, but he has taken the children with him over to his chapel," I answered, and for some reason I blushed, for I saw Mark Morgan"s eyes laughing at me and I also saw a glint I didn"t like in Nickols" eyes.
"School to be opened on September twelfth and then let the kids fight it out," said Billy. "I bet on Charlotte to beat out the whole Settlement the first day if allowed full swing."
"If Goodloe didn"t stand behind this mixing of--of social oil and--water, I"d be scared to death," said Mark.
"Mike Burns and Henry Todd and Spain had better be afraid of a loss of progeny," jeered Billy. "I bet Charlotte and James and the scions of the Sprouls and Paynes can lead the Settlement scions into by-paths of iniquity of which they never dreamed."
"I wish you had ten, blast you, for being so sensible as to have none,"
Mark answered him, and I felt rather than saw the bolt of pain that shot through Billy"s heart. It"s because Nell and her children are not his that Billy is bad, and what is going to help him?
"Well, let"s go over to the parsonage and tell Goodloe all about it,"
father suggested, and the other men followed him out into the garden path that led through the Eden of my foremothers straight into that little Methodist chapel. Only Nickols remained with me upon the wide high vine-shadowed porch.
"I"ll marry you the first of October, Nickols, and then we can go to France as you want to," I said to him without any preamble, and as I spoke I drew close to him as if for protection from something I didn"t understand.
"Fleeing from the wrath to come?" questioned Nickols with a tender jeer as he took me in his arms and his lips sought the kiss I had been keeping from him. Again I refused it and he laughed as he pushed me from him and there was still more of the jeer in the laugh though the pa.s.sion in his eyes was devouring and glad.
"Suppose we go north, right after Mr. Jeffries has finished his visit.
Let"s have the ideal village wedding. We"ll have out the school children if any are left from the mix-up, and Goodloe can make us man and wife out here under the trees in our own garden. Then we"ll go away from the whole show, the Christian religion included, and live happy ever after."
And as he spoke Nickols again drew me to him and sought the kiss I still could not give him.