Eunice Part 17

"And so I did, a few broken words; and then he died with a smile on his face, which hadn't left it when we covered it for the last time."

The pause was longer this time. Fidelia rose and moved away, and stood looking over to the hills on the other side of the valley for a little while, and when she came back Mrs Stone's face was quite calm, though there were traces of tears upon it.

"It wasn't till after some time that I heard just how it happened. The boy whose business it was to drive the team of the reaping machine hadn't come, and Davie was only too proud and happy to be just in his place. His father had been loth to let him try at first, but he consented, and all went well for a while. But the horses were young, and took fright--at what no one knew--and they ran away, with my Davie sitting where he never ought to have been. His father met them at a corner of the fence which they had tried to get over, and by sheer strength held them there till the man came to take the child from the wreck. Ezra never knew that he was hurt till he tried to lift his boy.

He knew Davie was in a bad case, even before the men got him out from the ruins of the machine. But he did not think he was going to die till they laid him down on an armful of the fallen wheat; and then he came home, and the men followed with the poor little boy.

"Well, we had a sad time after that. The harvest was long over before my husband was able to go to the fields again. Besides his broken arm he was hurt inwardly, and his nerves gave way. It was weeks before he could look out on the suns.h.i.+ny fields without a shudder. But he gradually got better after awhile. The harvest didn't suffer. The men worked well, and the neighbours helped, and it was all saved and well sold, and a great deal of money--or what seemed a great deal to me--came in for it, and pa.s.sed through my hands. It was the first time I had ever had a chance to know anything about Ezra's money matters; but he was glad of my help now, and didn't resent my having to do with it, as I was afraid he might. But he saw that the money didn't mean all to me that it meant to him: it wasn't much to me just then, for my boy's death had been a hard blow to me. I was worn out with Ezra too. A man just well enough to be able to be about, and too sick to do as he has been used to, is a dead weight on a woman's hands, I can tell you.

"I did the best I could for him, and was not so impatient with his fancies, or with the fretfulness and fault-finding that filled the days for a while; for by this time I had come to see some things differently.

I had come over some rough places, but the Lord had been leading me, and I didn't rebel under Davie's loss as I had when we lost the others.

I didn't make much headway with my husband. It was only once in a great while that I could say or do anything to please him, but I laid it to his state of mind and body; and I took some comfort, in knowing that he was a little less miserable when I was by than when I was away.

"Dan wasn't just like the other boys. He wasn't so bright, for one thing. He was the least like his mother of any of them. He was shy, and hadn't as much to say for himself as Jim had had; but he helped his father a good deal at this time. He took notice of all that was done or that needed to be done on the place, and coaxed his father out to see to things which he couldn't do himself. And this took the poor man's thoughts off from himself, and did him good in other ways.

"He had been much hurt, and he knew that he would never be the same man again; and for a while--and that was the worst time of all--he couldn't but feel that he might be going to die, and he knew he wasn't ready. I knew what his thoughts were, only by words muttered when he thought I was asleep, or out of the way. I read to him, and I prayed for him every hour of the day; but I hadn't the faculty of speech on the subject nearest my heart. When I did say a word he never answered me, and there was no one else to say much to him.

"Early in the fall he had a letter from John Martin, who had been a neighbour when he lived at the old place. He wanted Ezra to come home and visit him. He had heard of his troubles and his poor health, and he said how good it would be for him to come home, and see his old friends and relations again. Of course I was included in the invitation, and Dan; and, after a little, Ezra said, if I wanted to go he would go too.

But I did not think that would be the best thing to do. We had pretty good help as long as there was any one to do the planning; and I made Ezra see that, though he might be spared for a while, it would be better for me to stay at home while he was away; and he made up his mind to take Dan and go, for a month or two at least.

"As for me, I felt as if the rest and quiet I should have at home all alone would do me more good than anything else. But afterwards I was sorry enough that I had not gone with them, though it might not have made any difference in the end.

"Well, they went, and had a good time, and started for home--and you know the rest. They got safely enough to within fifty miles of home, and then an accident happened to the cars. Many were hurt, and among them was Dan; and I only just got where he was in time to see him alive; and we brought him home in his coffin, and laid him down with the rest.

And again did it seem even to me as if the Lord was hard on Ezra, taking his last child in that terrible way.

"Well, I never could tell you just how we got through the next year.

Angry and rebellious! That tells all that could be told of Ezra Stone for that year. He stuck closer than ever, if that could be, to his farm work; and, though he could not do so much with his own hands, his eye was never off the work that was going on, and the crops were as good as ever. He boasted a little about his crops, and the prices he got; but he did not take the comfort of his success as he had done in former years. He did not say it to me, but I am sure he said to himself many a time--'What does it all amount to?' It did not seem to make much difference--the adding of a thousand, or maybe two, to the dollars he had already, since there were none to come after him.

"Well, his health failed again that winter, and he was in the house a good deal of his time. I made it my whole business to see to him, and to make the time pa.s.s as easily as might be. I read the papers to him-- he had always liked that--and after a while I read other things; and once a day, and sometimes twice, I read the Bible to him. I had promised Jim I would do that whenever I could, and I guess he had promised Jim to let me; and sometimes he took pleasure in it; and I have thought since, if I had been different--if I could have showed him the longing I had to do him good, if I could have spoken to him oftener of the Saviour and His love, that which I had longed for and prayed for all these years since Jim died might have come sooner. It came at last.

"'Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven!' The Lord Himself said that. And it was just that which happened to my husband. The man who for so many years had seemed to me to have the hardest heart and the narrowest mind that mortal could have, was just made over anew. He became a little child. There is no other way of putting it. He was gentle and teachable--yes, and lovable; and that last year with him seemed to more than make up to us both for all the suffering of our married life. Yes, I did come to love my husband; and, what seemed stranger to me, he came to love me those last years, and if I had been different he might have loved me from the first. My mistake was--but there, I do not need to tell you that, seeing I have told you so much--more than I have ever told even Eunice, I declare. And you needn't be too sorry for me."

There had been tears in Fidelia's eyes many times while the story went on, and there were tears still as she stooped to kiss her.

"I am more glad for you than sorry. It all ended well, Aunt Ruby."

"Yes; as well as well could be for them, and well for me too. I don't feel as if I ever could be faithless or afraid again--but there's no telling. And now, dear, had you not better sing something again? It seems as though they must have missed us before now; and some of them will likely be looking for us."

So Fidelia kissed her old friend again; and, going a short distance up the steep side of the mountain, she placed herself on a high rock near the ascending path, and sung with a voice both strong and clear:--

"How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in His excellent word!"

till she came to the last line, which she repeated over and over:--

"I'll never--no, never--no, never forsake!" Before she had ended a hand was laid on hers, and she turned to see the moved face of Dr Justin.

"Faithful," he said--"Faithful!" He was pale, and his lips trembled, and so did the hand that touched hers.

"Oh, I'm so glad!" said Fidelia; and then she drew back a little, startled by his pale face, and added--"Were you afraid about us? Did you think we might be lost?"

"Not afraid--there was no danger of your being lost very long," said Dr Justin, pulling himself together and trying to speak quietly. "You have not been afraid?"

"No; and I think I could have found my way to the Peak; but Mrs Stone would not let us separate, and she grew very tired. So we sat down and waited, and I have been singing every now and then, hoping that some one might hear. Mrs Stone is a few steps below us."

He took her hand to help her down from the rock, and held it firmly till they came to the place where Mrs Stone was waiting. She greeted him joyfully.

"Well, there! I _am_ glad to see you, Dr Justin. Who would have thought that we two were not able to take care of ourselves?"

"And I am afraid we have spoiled the pleasure of all the rest," said Fidelia. "Are they all scattered over the mountain looking for us? I am ashamed of myself."

"No; only Jabez and I were despatched in search of you. And you have not been missed long. In going up the mountain the company got separated into different parties, and you were not missed till all came together at the top. Then Jabez and I undertook to find you."

"And have you been searching long?"

"No, not long--though it seemed long. Are you too tired to go up the Peak? Because if you are we can send Jabez up to say so."

"Tired? No. But is there time? I should hate to have to go home and own that I had not been up the mountain after all," said Mrs Stone. "I do hate to be beat when I set out for anything."

"There is plenty of time, and they will all be disappointed if you do not go. I must signal to Jabez first, however. He must be somewhere within sight or hearing, I should think."

So he was, and came rus.h.i.+ng down through bushes and over rocks and stones, at a headlong pace.

"Well, I declare! I knew pretty likely somebody would get into a sc.r.a.pe in the course of the day. But I didn't think of its being either of you."

"You were to make us your special care, you remember, Jabez," said Mrs Stone.

"Yes, you promised Eunice," said Fidelia, laughing. "What became of you? Did you think about us at all?"

"Why, yes! I thought about you more than once. But there were other folks missing too, and I expected you'd all turn up together," said Jabez, giving a glance toward Dr Justin.

"If we are going up the Peak, the sooner we start the better," said Dr Justin.

"Well, yes; but Dr Everett told me that if I came across the strayed ones, I must give them this the first thing," said Jabez, presenting a little basket to Mrs Stone. "He said you'd got to eat something before you start, and take plenty of time. It takes Dr Everett himself to think of everything."

"Which cannot be said of all the doctors," said Dr Justin, laughing.

"So you must sit down and enjoy your lunch before you go farther;" and he unfolded a snowy napkin and presented a sandwich to each.

They were soon on their way, however. Jabez privately promised Fidelia that he would take her to the Peak by a short cut, which was also a little the steepest, he acknowledged. So they set off together, and Dr Justin, with Mrs Stone, followed a more circuitous path.

But the shortest way proved the longest this time also, for Mrs Stone had time to tell Dr Everett and the girls the history of the morning, and their wanderings here and there in search of the path, before Fidelia, panting and breathless after her scramble over rocks and through thickets of bramble and berry bushes of various sorts, made her appearance.

It was not so late as they supposed. The lunch was the first thing to be considered, and this was done thoroughly by all.

Then, when that was over, they had the measure of enjoyment which is usually to be had on such occasions. They went here and there separately or in groups, and examined, and wondered, and wished, and, above all, determined and declared that it would not be long before they came up there again. They stayed a little longer than was quite wise, perhaps, to watch the lengthening of the western shadows, and the bright reflections which a wonderful sunset sent over to the eastern hills.

And then it was full time to go home.

Dr Everett undertook the marshalling of the company, and this time he arranged that they should divide into parties of three or four, each member of a party being responsible for the safe home-getting and general well-being of each in that party, and of no one else.

"And as Mrs Stone and Fidelia seem to be the difficult case this time, we must see to them especially. So, Dr Justin, you take charge of Mrs Stone and one of the little girls, with Susie to help you, and I will take the other little girl with Fidelia, Nellie Austin being my helper.

Yes, that is quite the best way to arrange," said he, nodding to his brother, who did not seem so sure of it.