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Was Limited, It Was Clearly Evident That He Possessed a Nature
Singularly Responsive To Musical Thoughts And Effects; Indeed, She Found
A Peculiar Pleasure And Incentive In glancing at His Face From Time To
Time, For She Saw Reflected there The Varied characteristics Of The
Melody. But Once, As She Looked up To See How He Liked an Old English
Ballad, She Caught That Which Instantly Brought The Hot Blood Into Her
Face.
Haldane Had Forgotten Himself, Forgotten That She Belonged to Another,
And, Under The Spell Of The Old Love Song, Had Dropped his Mask. She Saw
His Heart In his Gaze Of Deep, Intense Affection More Plainly Than
Spoken Words Could Have Revealed it.
He Started slightly As He Saw Her Conscious Blush, Turned pale Instead
Of Becoming Red and Embarrassed, And, Save A Slight Compression Of His
Lips, Made No Other Movement. She Sang The Concluding Verse Of The
Ballad In a Rather Unsympathetic Manner, And, After A Light Instrumental
Piece Devoid Of Sentiment, Rose From The Piano.
Haldane Thanked her With Frank Heartiness, And Then Added in a Playful
Manner That, Although The Concert Was Over, He Was Weather-Bound On
Account Of The Shower, And Would Therefore Try To Compensate Them For
Giving Him Shelter By Relating a Curious Story Which Was Not Only
Founded on Fact, But All Fact; And He Soon Had Both Of His Auditors
Deeply Interested in one Of Those Strange And Varied experiences Which
Occasionally Occur In real Life, And Which He Had Learned through His
Mission Class. The Tale Was So Full Of Lights And Shadows That Now It
Provoked to Laughter, And Again Almost Moved the Listeners To Tears.
While The Narrator Made As Little Reference To Himself As Possible, He
Unconsciously And Of Necessity Revealed how Practically And Vitally
Useful He Was To The Class Among Whom He Was Working. Partly To Draw Him
Out, And Partly To Learn More About Certain Characters In whom She Had
Become Interested, Mrs. Arnot Asked after One And Another Of Haldane'S
"Difficult Cases." As His Replies Suggested inevitably Something Of
Their Dark And Revolting History, Laura Again Forgot Herself So Far As
To Exclaim:
"How Can You Work Among Such People?"
After The Words Were Spoken She Was Already To Wish That She Had Bitten
Her Tongue Out.
"Christ Worked among Them," Replied he Gravely, And Then He Added, With
A Look Of Grateful Affection Toward Mrs. Arnot, "Besides, Your Aunt Has
Taught Me By A Happy Experience That There Are Some Possibilities Of A
Change For The Better In 'Such People.'"
"Mr. Haldane," Said Laura Impetuously, And With A Burning Flush, "I
Sincerely Beg Your Pardon. As You Were Speaking You Seemed so Like My
Aunt In refinement And Character That You Banished every Other
Association From My Mind."
His Face Lighted up With A Strong Expression Of Pleasure, And He Said:
"I Am Glad That Those Words Are So Heartily Uttered, And That There Is
No Premeditation In them; For If In the Faintest And Furthest Degree I
Can Even Resemble Mrs. Arnot, I Shall Feel That I Am Indeed making
Progress."
"I Shall Say What Is In my Mind Without Any Constraint Whatever," Said
Mrs. Arnot. "Years Ago, Egbert, When Once Visiting You In prison, To
Which You Had Been Sent Very Justly, I Said In effect, That In rising
Above Yourself And Your Circumstances, You Would Realize My Ideal Of
Knighthood. You Cannot Know With What Deep Pleasure I Tell You To-Night
That You Are Realizing This Ideal Even Beyond My Hopes."
"Mrs. Arnot," Replied haldane, In a Tone That Trembled slightly, "I Was
Justly Sent To That Prison, And To-Night, No Doubt, I Should Have Been
In Some Other Prison-House Of Human Justice--Quite Possibly," He Added,
In A Low, Shuddering Tone, "In The Prison-House Of God'S Justice--If You
Had Not Come Like An Angel Of Mercy--If You Had Not Borne With Me,
Taught Me, Restrained me, Helped me With A Patience Closely Akin To
Heaven'S Own. It Is The Hope And Prayer Of My Life That I May Some Day
Prove How I Appreciate All That You Have Done For Me. But, See; The
Storm Is Over, As All Storms Will Be In time. Good-Night, And Good-By,"
And He Lifted her Hand To His Lips In a Manner That Was At Once So Full
Of Homage And Gratitude, And Also The Grace Of Natural And Unstudied
Action, That There Came A Rush Of Tears Into The Lady'S Eyes.
Laura Held Out Her Hand And Said: "Mr. Haldane, You Cannot Respect Me
More Than You Have Taught Me To Respect You."
He Shook His Head At These Words, Involuntarily Intimating That She Did
Not Know, And Never Could, But Departed without Trusting Himself To
Reply.
The Ladies Sat Quite A Long Time In silence. At Length Laura Remarked
With A Sigh:
"Mr. Haldane Is Mistaken. The Ice Is Thin Here And There, But I Had No
Idea That There Were Such Depths Beneath It"
Mrs. Arnot Did Not Reply At Once, And When She Did Perhaps She Had In
Mind Other Experiences Than Those Of Her Young Friend, For She Only Said
In A Low Musing Tone:
"Yes, He Is Right. All Storms Will Be Over In time."
Chapter XLIX (A Knightly Deed)
The Year Previous Haldane Had Buried himself Among The Mountains Of
Maine, But He Resolved to Spend Much Of The Present Summer In the City
Of New York, Studying Such Works Of Art As Were Within His Reach,
Haunting The Cool, Quiet Libraries, And Visiting The Hospitals, Giving
To The Last, As A Medical Student, The Most Of His Time. He Found
Himself More Lonely And Isolated among The Numberless Strange Faces Than
He Had Been In the Northern Forests. He Also Went To His Native City For
The Purpose Of Visiting Dr. Marks, And As The Family Mansion Was Closed,
Took A Room At The Hotel. His Old Acquaintances Stood Far Aloof At
First, But When Dr. Marks Carried him Off With Friendly Violence To The
Parsonage, And Kept Him There As A Welcome Guest, Those Who Had Known
Him Or His Family Concluded that They Could Shake Hands With Him, And
Many Took Pains To Do So, And To Congratulate Him On The Course He Was
Taking. Dr. Marks' Parsonage Was Emphatically The Interpreter'S House To
Him, And After A Brief Visit He Returned to New York More Encouraged
With The Hope That He Would Eventually Retrieve The Past Than Ever He
Had Been Before.
But Events Now Occurred which Promised to Speedily Blot Out All
Possibility Of An Earthly Future. In answer To His Letter Describing His
Visit To Dr. Marks, He Received from Mrs. Arnot A Brief Note, Saying
That The Warm Weather Had Affected her Very Unfavorably, And That She
Was Quite Ill And Had Been Losing Strength For Some Weeks. On This
Ground He Must Pardon Her Brief Reply. Her Closing Words Were,
"Persevere, Egbert. In a Few Years More The Best Homes In the Land Will
Be Open To You, And You Can Choose Your Society From Those Who Are
Honorable Here And Will Be Honored hereafter."
There Were Marks Of Feebleness In the Handwriting, And Haldane'S Anxiety
Was So Strongly Aroused in behalf Of His Friend That He Returned to
Hillaton At Once, Hoping, However, That Since The Heats Of August Were
Nearly Over, The Bracing Breath Of Autumn Would Bring Renewed strength.
After Being announced he Was Shown Directly Up To Mrs. Arnot'S Private
Parlor, And He Found Himself Where, Years Before, He Had First Met His
Friend. The Memory Of The Bright, Vivacious Lady Who Had Then
Entertained him With A Delicate Little Lunch, While She Suggested how He
Might Make His Earliest Venture Out Into The World Successful, Flashed
Into His Mind, With Thronging Thoughts Of All That Had Since Occurred;
But Now He Was Pained to See That His Friend Reclined feebly On Her
Lounge, And Held Out Her Hand Without Rising.
"I Am Glad You Have Come," She Said With Quiet Emphasis, "For Your
Sympathy Will Be Welcome, Although, Like Others, You Can Do Nothing For
Us In our Trouble."
"Mrs. Arnot," He Exclaimed in a Tone Of Deep Distress, "You Are Not
Seriously Ill?"
"No," She Replied, "That Is Not It. I'M Better, Or Will Be Soon, I
Think. Laura, Dear, Light The Gas, Please, And Egbert Can Read The
Telegrams For Himself. You Once Met My Sister, Mrs. Poland, Who Resides
In The South, I Think."
"Yes, I Remember Her Very Well. There Was Something about Her Face That
Haunted me For Months Afterward."
"Amy Was Once Very Beautiful, But Ill-Health Has Greatly Changed her."
In The Dusk Of The Evening Haldane Had Not Seen Laura And Mr. Beaumont,
As He Entered, And He Now Greeted them With A Quiet Bow; But Laura Came
And Gave Him Her Hand, Saying:
"We Did Not Expect You To Return So Soon, Mr. Haldane."
"After Hearing That Mrs. Arnot Was Ill I Could Not Rest Till I Had Seen
Her, And I Received her Note Only This Morning."
He Now Saw That Both Laura'S Eyes And Mrs. Arnot'S Were Red with
Weeping.
The Latter, In answer To His Questioning, Troubled face, Said: "The
Yellow Fever Has Broken Out In the City Where My Sister Resides. Her
Husband, Mr. Poland, Has Very Important Business Interests There, Which
He Could Not Drop Instantly. She Would Not Leave Him, And Amy, Her
Daughter, Would Not Leave Her Mother. Indeed, Before They Were Aware Of
Their Danger The Disease Had Become Epidemic, And Mr. Poland Was
Stricken Down. The First Telegram Is From My Sister, And States This
Fact; The Second There Is From My Niece, And It Breaks My Heart To Read
It," And She Handed it To Him And He Read As Follows:
"The Worst Has Happened. Father Very Low. Doctor Gives Little Hope. I
Almost Fear For Mother'S Mind. The City In panic--Our Help
Leaving--Medical Attendance Uncertain. It Looks As If I Should Be Left
Alone, And I Helpless. What Shall I Do?"
"Was There Ever A More Pathetic Cry Of Distress?" Said Mrs. Arnot, With
Another Burst Of Grief. "Oh That I Were Strong And Well, And I Would Fly
To Them At Once."
"Do You Think I Could Do Any Good By Going?" Asked laura, Stepping
Forward Eagerly, But Very Pale.
"No," Interposed mr. Beaumont, With Sharp Emphasis; "You Would Only
Become An Additional Burden, And Add To The Horrors Of The Situation."
"Mr. Beaumont Is Right; But You Are A Noble Woman Even To Think Of Such
A Thing," Said Haldane, And He Gave Her A Look Of Such Strong Feeling
And Admiration That A Little Color Came Into Her White Cheeks.
"She Does Not Realize What She Is Saying," Added mr. Beaumont. "It Would
Be Certain Death For An Unacclimated northener To Go Down There Now."
Laura Grew Very Pale Again. She Had Realized what She Was Saying, And
Was Capable Of The Sacrifice; But The Man Who Had Recognized and
Appreciated her Heroism Was Not The One Who Held Her Plighted troth.
Paying No Heed to Beaumont'S Last Remark, Haldane Snatched up The Daily
Paper That Lay Upon The Table, And Turned hastily To A Certain Place For
A Moment, Then, Looking at His Watch, Exclaimed eagerly:
"I Can Do It If Not A Moment Is Wasted. The Express Train For The South
Leaves In an Hour, And It Connects With All The Through Lines. Miss
Romeyn, Please Write For Me, On Your Card, An Introduction To Your
Cousin, Miss Poland, And I Will Present It, With The Offer Of My
Assistance, At The Earliest Possible Moment."
"Egbert, No!" Said Mrs. Arnot, With Strong Emphasis, And Rising From Her
Couch, Though So Ill And Feeble. "I Will Not Permit You To Sacrifice
Your Life For Comparative Strangers."
He Turned and Took Her Hand In both Of His, And Said:
"Mrs. Arnot, There Is No Time For Remonstrance, And It Is Useless. _I
Am Going_, And No One Shall Prevent Me." Then He Added, In tones And
With A Look Of Affection Which She Never Forgot, "Deeply As I Regret
This Sad Emergency, I Would Not, For Ten Times The Value
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