"Ye"re a stranger in our toon," she said, "and sae I was once mysel, an" I ken how ye feel."
"An" the Gude Book, which I hope ye read," added the gallant Malcom, "says hoo in entertainin" a stranger ye may ha" an angel aroond."
"Oh, Mr. McTrump," said Edith, with peony-like face, "Hannibal is the only one who calls me that, and he doesn"t know any better."
"Why suld he know ony better?" responded Malcom quickly. "I ha" never seen an angel, na mair than I ha" seen a goolden harp, but I"m a thinkin" a modest bonny la.s.sie like yoursel cooms as near to ane as anything can in this world."
"But, Mr. McTrump," said Edith, with a half-pathetic, half-comic face, "I am in such deep trouble that I shall soon grow old and wrinkled, so I shall not be an angel long."
"Na, na, dinna say that," said Malcom earnestly. "An ye will, ye may keepit the angel a-growin" within ye alway, though ye live as old as Methuselah. D"ye see this wee brown seed? There"s a mornin"-glory vine hidden in it, as would daze your een at the peep o" day wi" its gay blossoms. An" ye see my ould gudewife there? Ah, she will daze the een o" the greatest o" the earth in the bright springtime o" the Resurrection; and though I"m a little mon here, it may be I"ll see o"er the heads of soom up there."
"An ye had true humeelity ye"d be a-hopin" to get there, instead of expectin" to speir o"er the heads o" yer betters," said his wife in a rebuking tone.
""A-hopin" to get there"!" said Malcom with some warmth. "Why suld I hope when "I _know_ that my Redeemer liveth"?"
Edith"s eyes filled with wistful tears, for the quaint talk of these old people suggested a hope and faith that she knew nothing of. But, in a low voice, she said, "Why does G.o.d let his creatures suffer so much?"
"Bless your heart, puir child, He suffered mair than ony on us," said Malcom tenderly. "But ye"ll learn it a" soon. He who fed the famishin"
would bid ye eat noo. But wait a bit till ye see what I"ll bring ye."
In a moment he was back with a dainty basket of Triomphe de Gand strawberries, and Edith uttered an exclamation of delight as she inhaled their delicious aroma.
"They are the first ripe the season, an" noo see what the gudewife will do with them."
Soon their hulls were off, and, swimming in a saucer of cream, they were added to the dainty little lunch that Mrs. McTrump had prepared.
"Oh!" exclaimed Edith, drawing a long breath, "you can"t know how you ease my poor sore heart. I began to think all the world was against me."
At this Malcom beat such a precipitate retreat that he half stumbled over a chair, but outside the door he ventured to say:
"An ye coom out I"ll cut ye a posy before ye go." But Edith saw him rub his rough sleeve across his eyes as he pa.s.sed the window. His wife said, in a grave gentle tone:
"Would ye might learn to know Him who said, "Be of good cheer, I have overcome the wourld.""
Edith shook her head sadly, and said, "I don"t understand Him, and He seems far off."
"It"s only seemin", me dear," said the old woman kindly, "but, as Malcom says, ye"ll learn it a" by and by."
Mrs. McTrump was one of those simple souls who never presume to "talk religion" to any one. "I can ony venture what I hope"ll be a "word in season" noo and then, as the Maister gies me a chance," she would say to her husband.
Though she did not know it, she had spread before Edith a Gospel feast, and her genuine, hearty sympathy was teaching more than eloquent sermons could have done, and already the grateful girl was questioning:
"What makes these people differ so from others?"
With some dismay she saw how late it was growing, and hastened out to Malcom, who had cut an exquisite little bouquet for her, and had another basket of berries for her to take to her mother.
"Mr. McTrump," said Edith, "it"s time we had a settlement; your kindness I never can repay, but I am able now to carry out my agreement."
"Don"t bother me wi" that noo," said Malcom, rather testily. "I ha" no time to make oot your account in the height o" the season. Let it ston till I ha" time. An" ye might help me soomtimes make up posies far the grand folk at the hotel. But how does your garden sin ye dismissed ould Malcom?"
"Oh, Mr. McTrump," said Edith, slyly, "do you know you almost scared old Hannibal out of his wits by the wonders you wrought last night or this morning in that same garden you inquire about so innocently. How can you work so fast and hard?"
"The woonders I wrought! Indeed I"ve not been near the garden sin ye told me not to coom. Ye could hardly expect otherwise of a Scotchman."
"Who, then, could it be?" said Edith, a little startled herself now, and she explained the mystery of the garden.
He was as nonplussed as herself, but, scratching his bushy head, he said, with a canny look, "I wud be glad if Hannibal"s "spook," as he ca"s it, would eoom doon and hoe a bit for me," and Edith was so cheered and refreshed that she could even join him in the laugh.
They sent her away enveloped in the fragrance of strawberries and roses from the little basket she carried. But the more grateful aroma of human sympathy seemed to create a buoyant atmosphere around her; and she pa.s.sed back through the village strengthened and armed against the cold or scornful looks of those who, knowing her to be "wounded,"
had not even the grace to pa.s.s by indifferently "on the other side."
CHAPTER XXV
A HORROR OF GREAT DARKNESS
By the time Edith reached home the transient strength and transient brightening of the skies seemed to pa.s.s away. Her mother was no better and the poor girl saw too plainly the grisly spectres, care, want, and shame upon her hearth, to fear any good fairy that left such traces as she saw in her garden. But the mystery troubled her; she longed to know who it was. As she mused upon it on her way home, Arden Lacey suddenly occurred to her, and there was a glimmer of a smile and a faint increase of color on her pale face. But she did not suggest her suspicion to Hannibal, when he eagerly asked if it were Malcom.
"No, strange to say, it was not," said Edith. "Who could it have been?"
Hannibal"s face fell, and he looked very solemn. "Sumpen awful"s gwine to happen, Miss Edie," he said, in a sepulchral tone.
Edith broke into a sudden reckless laugh, and said, "I think something awful is happening about as fast as it can. But never mind, Hannibal, we"ll watch to-night, and perhaps he will come again."
"Oh, Miss Edie, I"se hope you"ll "scuse me. I couldn"t watch for a spook to save my life. I"se gwine to bed as soon as it"s dark, and cover up my head till mornin"."
"Very well," said Edith, quietly. "I"m going to sit up with mother to-night, and if it comes again, I"ll see it."
"De good Lord keep you safe, Miss Edie," said Hannibal, tremblingly.
"You"se know I"d die for you in a minit; but I"se couldn"t wateh for a spook nohow," and Hannibal crept away, looking as if the very worst had now befallen them.
Edith was too weary and sad even to smile at the absurd superst.i.tion of her old servant, for with her practical, positive nature she could scarcely understand how even the most ignorant could harbor such delusions. She said to Laura, "Let me sleep till nine o"clock, and then I will watch till morning."
Laura did not waken her till ten.
After Edith had shaken off her lethargy, she said, "Why, Laura, you look ready to faint!"
With a despairing little cry, Laura threw herself on the floor, and buried her face in her sister"s lap, sobbing:
"I am ready to faint--body and soul. Oh, Edie, Edie, what shall we do?
Oh, that I were sure death was an eternal sleep, as some say! How gladly I would close my eyes to-night and never wish to open them again! My heart is ashes, and my hope is dead. And yet I am afraid to die, and more afraid to live. Ever since--Zell--went--the future has been--a terror to me. Edith," she continued, after a moment, in a low voice, that trembled and was full of dread, "Zell has not written--the silence of the grave seems to have swallowed her. _He has not married her!_" and an agony of grief convulsed Laura"s slight frame.
Edith"s eyes grew hard and tearless, and she said sternly, "It were better the grave had swallowed her than such a gulf of infamy."
Laura suddenly became still, her sobs ceasing. Slowly she raised such a white, terror-stricken face, that Edith was startled. She had never seen her elder sister, once so stately and proud, then so apathetic, moved like this.