They made a beautiful picture that moment; she with her hands, that had dropped all earthly tasks for the sake of this divine work, clasped in her lap, her l.u.s.trous eyes dewy with sympathy and feeling, looking far away into the deep blue of the June sky, as if seeking some heavenly inspiration; and quaint old Hannibal, leaning forward in his eagerness, and gazing upon her, as if his life depended upon her next utterances.
It was a picture of the Divine Artist"s own creation. He had inspired the faith in one and the questioning unrest in the other. He, with Edith"s lips, as ever by human lips, was teaching the way of life.
Glorious privilege, that our weak voices should be as the voice of G.o.d, telling the lost and wandering where lies the way to life and home! The angels leaned over the golden walls to watch that scene, while many a proud pageant pa.s.sed unheeded.
"Hannibal," said Edith, after her momentary abstraction, "G.o.d made everything, didn"t He?"
"Sartin."
"Then He made you, and you are one of His creatures, are you not?"
"Sartin I is, Miss Edie."
"Then see here what is in the Bible. Almost the last thing He said to His followers before He went up into heaven, was, "Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature." Gospel means "good news," and the good news was, that G.o.d had come down from heaven and become a man, so we wouldn"t be afraid of Him, and that He would take away their sins and save all who would let Him. Now, remember, He didn"t send His preachers to the white people, nor to the black people, but to all the world, to every creature alike, and so He meant you and me, Hannibal, and you as much as me. I am just as sure He will receive you as that He received me."
"Dat"s "nuff, Miss Edie. Ole Hannibal can go too. And I"se a-gwine, Miss Edie, I"se a-gwine right to Him. Dere"s only one ting dat troubles me yet. What is I gwine to do wid my ole black heart? I know dere"s sumpen wrong wid it. It"s boddered me all my life."
"Oh, Hannibal," said Edith, eagerly, "I was reading something last night that I think will just suit you, I thought I would read a little in the Old Testament, and I turned to a place that I didn"t understand very well, but I came to these words, and they made me think of you, for you are always talking about your "old black heart."" And she read:
"I will give them one heart, and I will put a new spirit within you; and I will take the stony heart out of their flesh and will give them an heart of flesh."
To Hannibal the words seemed a revelation from heaven. Standing before her, with streaming eyes, he said:
"Oh, Miss Edie, you"se been an angel of light to me. Dat was jes de berry message I wanted. I knowed my ole heart was nothin" but a black stun. De Lord couldn"t do nothin" wid it but trow it away. But tanks be to His name, He says He"ll give me a new one--a heart of flesh. Now I sees dat my heart can be white like yours, Miss Edie. Bress de Lord, I"se a-gwine, I"se a-comin"," and Hannibal vanished into the kitchen, feeling that he must be alone in the glad tumult of his emotions.
CHAPTER x.x.x
EDITH"S AND ARDEN"S FRIENDSHIP
As Edith laid aside her work for a frugal dinner at one o"clock, she heard the sound of a hoe in her garden. The thought of Arden at once recurred to her, but looking out she saw old Malcom. Throwing a handkerchief over her head, she ran out to him, exclaiming:
"How good you are, Mr. McTrump, to come and help me when I know you are so very busy at home!"
"Weel, nothin" to boast on," replied Malcom; "I tho"t that if ye had na one a-lookin" after the garden save Hannibal"s "spook," ye"d have but a ghaistly crop. But I"m a-thinkin" there"s mair than a ghaist been here."
"It was Arden Lacey," said Edith, frankly, but with deepening color.
Malcom, in telling his wife about it, said, "She looked like the rose-bush, a" in bloom, that she was a-stonnin" beside."
Edith, seeing the mischievous twinkle in her little friend"s eye, added hastily, "Both Mrs. Lacey and her son have been very kind to us in our sickness and trouble, as well as yourself. But, Mr. McTrump,"
she continued, anxious to change the subject, also eager to speak on the topic uppermost in her thoughts, "I think I am beginning to "learn it a"," as you said, about that good Friend who suffered for us that we might not suffer. What you and your wife said to me the other day led me to read the "Gude Book" after I got home. I don"t feel as I did then. I think I can trust Him now."
Malcom dropped his hoe and came over into the path beside her.
"G.o.d be praised!" he said. "I gie je the right hond o" fellowship an"
welcome ye into the kirk o" the Lord. Ye noo belong to the household o" faith, an" G.o.d"s true Israel, an" may His gude Spirit guide ye into all truth."
The little man spoke very earnestly, and with a certain dignity and authority that his small stature and rude working-dress could not diminish. A sudden feeling of solemnity and awe came over Edith, and she felt as if she were crossing the mystic threshold and entering the one true church consisting of all believers in Christ.
For a moment she reverently bowed her head, and a sweeter sense of security came over her, as if she were no longer an outsider, but had been received into the household.
Malcom, "a priest unto G.o.d" through his faith, officiated at the simple ceremony. The birds sang the choral service. The wind-shaken roses, blooming around her, with their sweet ordos, were the censers and incense, and the sunlighted garden, the earliest sacred place of Bible history, where the first fair woman worshipped, was the hallowed ground of the initiatory rite.
"Why, Mr. McTrump, I feel almost as if I had joined the church," said Edith, after a moment.
"An" sae ye ha" afore G.o.d, an" I hope ere long ye"ll openly profess yer faith before men."
"Do you think I ought?" said Edith, thoughtfully.
"Of coorse I do, but the Gude Book"ll teach a" aboot it. Ye canna gang far astray wi" that to guide ye."
"I would like to join the church that you belong to, Mr. McTrump, as soon as I feel that I am ready, for it was you and your good wife that turned my thoughts in the right direction. I was almost desperate with trouble and shame when I came to you that afternoon, and it was your speaking of the Bible and Jesus, and especially your kindness, that made me feel that there might be some hope and help in G.o.d."
The old man"s eyes became so moist that he turned away for a moment, but recovering himself after a little, he said:
"See, noo, our homely deeds and words can be like the seeds we drop into the mould. Look aroon once and see how green and grand the garden is, and a" from the wee brown seeds we planted the spring. Sae would the garden o" the Lord bloom and floorish if a" were droppin" a "word in season" and a bit o" kindness here and there. But if I stay here an" preach to ye that need na preachin", these sins o" the garden, the weeds, will grow apace. Go you an" look in yer strawberry-bed."
With an exclamation of delight, Edith pounced upon a fair-sized red berry, the first she had picked from her own vines. Then glancing around, she saw one and another showing its red cheek through the green leaves, till with a little cry of exultation she said:
"Oh, Mr. McTrump, I"ll get enough for mother and Laura."
"Aye, and enoof to moisten yer own red lips wi" too, I"m a-thinkin".
There"ll be na crop the year wourth speakin" of; but next June "twill puzzle ye to gither them. But ye a" can ha" a dainty saucer yoursels the season, when ye"re a mind to stoop for them."
Edith soon had the pleasure of seeing her mother and Laura enjoying some, and, as Malcom said, there were plenty for her, and they tasted like the ambrosia of the G.o.ds. Varied experiences had so thoroughly engrossed her thoughts and time the past few days, that she had scarcely looked toward her garden. But with the delicious flavor of the strawberries lingering in her mouth, and with the consciousness that she enjoyed picking them much more than sewing, the thought of winning her bread by the culture of the ground grew in her favor.
"Oh, how much rather would I be out there with Malcom!" she sighed.
Glancing up from her work during the afternoon, she saw Arden Lacey on his way to the village. There was a strange mingling of hope and fear in his mind. His mother"s manner had been such as to lead him to say when alone with her after breakfast:
"I think your watching has done you good, mother, in stead of wearying you too much, as I feared."
She had suddenly turned and placed both her hands on his shoulders, saying:
"Arden, I hardly dare speak of it yet. It seems too good to be true, but a hope is coming into my heart like the dawn after night. She"s worthy of your love, however it may result, and if I find true what she told me last night I shall have reason to bless her name forever; but I see only a glimmer of light yet, and I rejoice with fear and trembling." And she told him what had occurred.
He was deeply moved, but not for the same cause as his mother. His desire and devotion went no further than Edith. "Can she have read my letter?" he thought, and he was consumed with anxiety for some expression of her feeling toward him. Therefore he was glad that business called him to the village that afternoon, but his steps were slow as he approached the little cottage, and his eyes were upon it as a pilgrim gazes at a shrine he long has sought. He envied Malcom working in the garden, and felt that if he could work there every day, it would be Adam"s life before he fell. Then he caught a glimpse of Edith sewing at the window, and he dropped his eyes instantly. He would not be so afraid of a battery of a hundred guns as of that poor sewing-girl (for such Edith now was), st.i.tching away on Mrs. Groody"s coa.r.s.e hotel linen. But Edith had noted his timid, wistful looks, and calling Hannibal, said:
"Please give that note to Mr. Lacey. He is just pa.s.sing toward the village."
Hannibal, with the impressive dignity he had learned in olden times, handed the missive to Arden, saying, "Miss Edie telled me to guv you dis "scription."
If Hannibal had been Hebe he could not have been a more welcome messenger.
Arden could not help his hand trembling as he took the letter, but he managed to say, "I hope Miss Allen is well."