"Danny!" cried Aunt Winnie, clutching her teacup with trembling hand. "God save us, it's Danny himself!"
"Nobody else," said Dan, as he caught her in a bearish1 hug and kissed the withered2 cheek again and again. It looked paler than when he had left her,--paler and thinner; and there were hollows under the patient eyes.
"But what are you doing here, Aunt Win?" he asked in amazement3.
"Just spending the day, Danny. Mrs. Mulligan sent Molly for me this morning. She wanted me to see her new place, and to tell her what was to be done with my bit of things. She is thinking of renting her rooms, and my things are in the way. They are fine rooms, with rosebud4 paper on the walls, and a porch looking out at the church beyant; and she could be getting seven dollars a month for them. But she's got the table and stove and beds, and all our old furniture that nobody would want; so I've told her to send them off to-morrow to sell for what they will bring. Sure" (and the old voice trembled) "we'll never have any call for them again, Danny lad,--never again."
"Oh, we won't?" said Danny, with another hug that came near doing for teacup completely. "Just take back your orders quick as you can, Aunt Winnie, I'm renting those rooms right now."
"Sure, Danny,--Danny boy, have ye come back with a fever on ye?"
"Yes," grinned Dan,--"regular gold fever, Aunt Winnie! Look at that!" He clapped the twenty dollar gold piece into Aunt Winnie's trembling hand. "That's for you, Aunt Winnie,--that's to rent those pink-flowered rooms."
"Sure it's mad the poor boy is entirely5!" cried Aunt Winnie, as Mrs. Mulligan and Molly came hurrying out on the porch.
"Do I look it?" asked Dan, laughing into their startled faces.
"Ye don't," said Mrs. Mulligan. "But spake out plain, and don't be bewildering the poor woman, Danny Dolan."
And then Danny spoke6 out as plain as his breathless eagerness would permit, and told the story of the "pension."
"It will be thirty-five dollars a month, Captain Carleton says; he'd have to throw in the five to poor old Nutty for grog and tobacco."
"Ah, God save us,--God save us!" was all Aunt Winnie could murmur7, tearfully.
"And I guess thirty-five dollars will run those rosebud rooms of yours pretty safe and slick; won't they, Mrs. Mulligan? So put Aunt Winnie and me down as tenants8 right off."
"I will,--I will!" answered Mrs. Mulligan, joyfully9. "Sure my heart was like lead in my breast at the thought of giving up yer bit of things, Miss Winnie. But now,--now come along, Molly girl, and we'll be fixing the rooms, this minute. What's the good of yer going back to the Sisters at all?" And Mrs. Mulligan put a motherly arm around Aunt Winnie's trembling form. "Give her another cup of tea, Molly; for she's all done up with joy at having her own home and her own boy again, thank God for that same!"
And then, leaving dear Aunt Winnie to this good friend's tender ministrations, Dan kept on his way to St. Andrew's, taking a flying leap over the college wall to the sunset walk, where perhaps he would find Father Mack saying his Office. He was not mistaken: his old friend was there, walking slowly under the arching trees. His face kindled10 into light as he stretched out a trembling hand.
"I thought perhaps you would come here, my boy," he said. "I was just thanking God, Danny. Brother Bart has told us the good news. It is all right, as I hoped and prayed,--all right, as I knew it would be, Danny. Now tell me, yourself, all about this wonderful blessing11."
And again this father and son sat down upon the broken grave slab12, and Danny told Father Mack all.
"Ah, it is the good God's hand!" the old priest said softly. "But this is only the start, my son. The climb is still before you,--a climb that may lead over steeps sharp and rough as the rocks of Killykinick."
But the fading light seemed to aureole Father Mack's silvery head as he spoke.
"You will keep on and up,--on and up; for God is calling you, my son,--calling you to heights where He leads His own--heights which as yet you can not see."
The speaker laid his hand upon Dan's head in benediction13 that thrilled the boy's heart to its deepest depths,--a benediction that he never forgot; for it was Father Mack's last. Only a few days later the college bell's solemn note, sounding over the merry greetings of the gathering14 students, told that for the good old priest all the lessons of life were over.
And Dan, climbing sturdily up the heights at his saintly guide's bidding, has found the way, so far, smoothed and softened15 beyond his hopes by his summer at Killykinick. Even his stumbling-stone Dud was removed to another college, his father having been ordered to a Western post. With Jim and Freddy as his friends, all the "high-steppers," old and young, of St. Andrew's were ready to welcome him into rank and line. And, with Aunt Winnie as administratrix of Captain Carleton's pension "there isn't a dacinter-looking boy in the college," as Mrs. Mulligan stoutly16 declares.
How Aunt Winnie stretched out that pension only the Irish fairies, or perhaps the Irish angels, know. The little pink-flowered rooms have blossomed out into a very bower17 of comfort and cheer. There are frilly curtains at the windows, a rosy-hued lamp, and a stand of growing plants always in bloom. There are always bread and cheese and apple sauce, or something equally "filling," for hungry boys to eat.
And when Aunt Winnie was fairly settled, who should appear but Miss Stella, who had come to nurse a dear old friend near by,--Miss Stella, who dropped in most naturally in her off hours to chat with dear old Aunt Winnie and take a cup of tea! And Freddy's daddy, who had plunged18 into life and law business with zest19, often brought his big automobile20 round to take Freddy for a spin after study hours, and called on the way very frequently to take Miss Stella home.
It was on one of those bright afternoons that they all went to look at the new house that was going up on a wooded hillside not very far from the college--the house that was to be Freddy's long-wished-for home. It had been a lot of fun watching it grow. Now it was nearly done,--the big pillared porch ready for its climbing roses; the pretty rooms waiting their rugs and curtains; the great stone chimney, that was to be the heart and life of things, rising in the center of all.
"My! but this in fine!" said Freddy, who had not seen this crowning touch before. "Let's light it up, daddy,--let's light it up and see how it burns."
And, dashing out for an armful of wood left by the builders, Freddy soon had a glorious blaze on the new hearthstone,--a blaze that, blending with the sunset streaming through the west windows, made things bright indeed.
"This is great!" said Freddy. "And when we have the chairs and tables and cushions and curtains--who is going to pick out the cushions and curtains, dad?"
"Oh, I suppose we can have them sent up from the store!" answered dad, anticipating such matters by pushing up a big packing box to the fire, to serve as a seat for their smiling guest.
"Oh, can't you do it, daddy?"
"George! no! I wouldn't know a curtain from a rug, my boy!"
"And you don't know about dishes or cups, or pans to make gingerbread," continued Freddy, the glow fading from his face as he realized all these masculine disabilities.
"Not a thing," was dad's reply.
"Gee22!" said Freddy, in a much troubled voice. "We'll be right bad off for a real home, after all, daddy."
"Perhaps we can find a nice old black mammy who will take care of us all," observed daddy, his eyes twinkling almost as they used to twinkle in the days of little Boy Blue.
"Yes, I suppose we can," said Freddy, with a wistful little sigh, "I suppose that is what we will have to do, daddy. But I wish--it's going to be such a pretty house every other way,--I wish we could have a pretty lady to sit at the head of the table and pour our tea."
"Would I do, Freddy?" asked Miss Stella, stealing a soft little hand into his.
"You, Miss Stella,--you,--you?" gasped23 Freddy. "Oh, that would be rip-roaring, sure enough! But you couldn't,--you wouldn't!"
"I might," was the low answer; and Miss Stella arose and drew little Boy Blue to her loving heart. "I might come if you want me very much, Freddy,--so I promised daddy last night."
"For there is no real right home without a mother, son," said daddy; and his arm went around to meet Miss Stella's until Freddy was locked in their double clasp. And, looking from one glad face to the other, a thousand rainbows seemed to burst upon his troubled sky, and little Boy Blue understood.
So there was a wedding in the little church at Beach Cliff when the hydrangeas were in bloom the next summer,--a wedding that drew the Forester clan24 from far and near. Even the two grandmothers, after they had inspected the Neville family tree through their lorgnettes, declared their satisfaction that Stella was going to do the proper thing at last.
Daddy was the daddy of old times, before the dark clouds of doubt and despair had gathered around him and he had drifted about, the derelict Mr. Wirt; while Miss Stella, veiled in soft mists of tulle, looked what she had been, to him, what she would ever be to him--his guiding star. Polly, who was the only bridesmaid (for so Marraine would have it), carried a basket of flowers as big as herself; Father Tom said the Nuptial25 Mass; and Freddy stood at daddy's side, the very happiest of "best men." And Dan who was off on his summer vacation at Killykinick, came down in the "Sary Ann," with Captain Jeb slicked up for the occasion in real "store clothes." And there was a wonderful wedding feast at the Forester home, with a cake three stories high, and three tables full of wedding presents; Captain Carleton's diamond star, that he would send, shining with dazzling light among the rest.
And, then, such a house-warming followed as surpassed Freddy's wildest dreams with a real fire leaping on the hearth21, with the rugs and curtains and cushions just right; for Miss Stella (or Marraine as she chose that Freddy should call her,--for, as she said, "Your own dear mother is in heaven, my boy"),--Miss Stella had picked them all out herself. And Father Tom beamed happily on his reconstructed family; and the Fathers and Brothers and boys from St. Andrew's dropped in without ceremony; for Marraine had welcome for all, now that she was a fixed26 star in her real home and her real place.
Though dear Aunt Winnie has dropped at least ten years of her life, and old Neb's whale oil has done more for her rheumatism27 than all the store medicines she ever tried; though more joy and comfort has come into these sunset years than she ever dared hope, she still sits on her little porch in the evening, with a look in her old eyes that tells she is dreaming.
"What do you see, Aunt Win?" asked Dan one evening as after a tough pull up the Hill of Knowledge, he bounded up the Mulligan stairs to drop at her feet and lay his head in her lap.
"Sure it's not for an old woman to spake, Danny dear!" she answered again as of old. "It's too great, too high. What was it that holy saint, Father Mack, said to you, alanna? Sometimes I forget the words."
"That it would be a hard climb for me against winds and storms," said Dan. "And, golly, it will! I am finding that out myself, Aunt Win."
"Go on, lad! There was more,--there was more," said the old woman, eagerly.
After a moment's pause, Dan added, in a voice that had grown low and reverent28:
"That God was calling me to His own. And, Aunt Win,--Aunt Win" (there was a new light in the blue eyes uplifted to her face), "I am finding that out, too."
But it is a long way to the starlit heights of Aunt Winnie's dream,--a long, hard way, as Danny knows. We leave him climbing sturdily on over its rocky steeps and sunlit stretches, but finding many a sunlit resting place on the way. Brightest of all these to Danny is Killykinick, where he goes every summer to spend a happy holiday,--to boat, to swim, to fish, to be "matey" again with the two old men, who look for his coming as the joy of the year.
"It's hurrah29! hurrah, Aunt Win!" he wrote jubilantly one glad summer day. "Your Danny is at work before time, doing a little missionary30 business already. Two real true converts, Aunt Win,--baptized yesterday! It was the 'Padre's preaching' that set Jeb thinking first, and then he got hold of some of Great-uncle Joe's books. I sort of took a hand, and altogether we've got the dear old chaps into the fold. Peter and Andrew,--they chose the names themselves, even good old Neb's dull wits seeming to wake at his Master's call. Brother Bart's prayers for his old friends have been answered. The Light is shining on Killykinick, Aunt Win,--the Light is shining on Killykinick!"
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