When the young minister of Glenoro found that the long winter evenings, in which he had planned to accomplish so much, had gone, he could not help looking back over the past season of feverish2 activity with regret. One evening in early spring as he walked down the great stairway that led into Glenoro he was reviewing his winter's work with the feeling of self-dissatisfaction that was so common to him now. Every step he took seemed to lead him into greater depths of despondency.
The evening was one which might have raised the most discouraged soul. Before him lay the white valley overspread with the soft radiance of a late winter sunset. The gold of the hilltops where the sun's rays had full play, the soft rose, the delicate green and the faint lilac where the shadows of the valley met and mingled3 with the brightness, the deep purple-and-grey tones of the woods by the river made a picture such as only the magic of winter can paint. The air was motionless, and the smoke from the houses in the village rose in stately columns straight into the still atmosphere, colourless and ethereal in the shadow of the hills, but changing into pearl-white as they rose beyond their rim4, and blossoming, where the sun's rays caught them, into gigantic frost-flowers of rose and amethyst5 and violet.
The noise of children playing on the millpond, the barking of a dog, the musical clang of Peter McNabb's anvil6 arose to the hills where the minister walked. Away across the valley a sleigh was moving slowly down the winding7 road; he could hear the clear tinkle8 of the bells as though they were at his side.
But the young man was too absorbed in his own sad reflections to notice his surroundings. He was asking himself what progress he had made in Glenoro with his tremendous activity and his multiplicity of meetings? What had he accomplished9 in the past winter? He thought with disgust of the Canadian Patriotic10 Society. He had given up the revival11 services for the concert and Mr. Watson's romantic nonsense, with the result that it had brought upon him both ridicule12 and discredit13. He could not help wondering, now that he was on such intimate terms with all the young people of the congregation, what was to be the result. Were the pleasant relations he had established to be the means to a better end or was this all? Was he really going to be their pastor14 in the true sense of the word, or merely an agreeable companion?
He sighed deeply over these perplexing and haunting questions. He did not confess, even to himself, however, that their burden was augmented15 greatly by another problem that had vexed16 him all winter. It had assumed a graver aspect that very day, owing to a piece of news he had heard at the dinner-table.
Peter McNabb, Junior, whose tongue was the McNabb's family skeleton, had started the meal with, "Say, folks, Don Neil's comin' home to-morrow. Neil told me to-day."
"Indeed," said the blacksmith as he heaped Mr. Egerton's plate with fried pork and potatoes, "he's home early this spring."
"He's jist comin' for the Easter holidays; Sandy sent for him to come an' help with the logs. He's goin' back again after. Sandy an' all his gang are at the camp back o' the lake there waitin' for the ice to break, an' I seen Jimmy Archie Red yisterday, an' he says they're havin' a whale o' a time, drinkin' an' cuttin' up like sin."
"Aye, aye," said Peter, Senior, shaking his head sadly, "poor Sandy's goin' like his father, Ah'm afraid; Neil More was too fond o' the drink. Duncan Polite'll be feelin' terrible, if he hears it."
"Mebby Don'll straighten them up when he comes," suggested Flora18, who secretly admired the handsome young student.
"Indeed," broke in her mother, busy with the tea-cups, "I'm just afraid Donald's not much better. He seemed to be a steady boy once, but I guess he's got his head turned in the city. They say he's just filled with infidel notions."
"I've heard that he don't go to church, since him an' Jessie Hamilton split up last fall," declared Peter, Junior, injudiciously. He turned to his sister a face of indignant reproach. "What on earth are you jabbin' your feet into me for, Flo? It's true, every word. Mack Fraser says Allan wrote home——"
"Pass Mr. Egerton the pickles19, Peter," said Mrs. McNabb, with a warning wink20 from behind the tea-pot. And Peter shoved the cucumbers across the table in sulky silence, wondering why on earth it was that he could never be allowed to speak at the table without some mysterious interruption.
But John Egerton understood perfectly21, and this evening, as he walked down the hillside, his conscience was once more asking troublesome questions. Was he responsible for Donald's changed conduct? This man who had saved his life, had he really come between him and Jessie? Then there were those wild young men at the lumber22 camp; he knew most of them personally. As their pastor, should he not go to them? That would be rather difficult with Donald there. And then, he asked himself bitterly, what good would he do if he did go? He had always been a good fellow among the boys, but what more? His conscience forbade a satisfactory answer, and his spirits sank to a very low ebb17.
He was aroused from his melancholy23 heart-searchings by the sight of Duncan Polite's little shanty24 by the roadside, with the sunset glow reflected in flame from the window panes25. He must call and see if the old man's cold were better. He was not at all remiss26 in his duties of this sort and was so kind and sympathetic in time of sickness that he was always welcome. But he had not visited Duncan Polite very often, though the old man had been ill all winter. Ever since the night John Egerton had heard him wrestling in prayer, and had guessed dimly at what manner of man the silent old hermit27 was, he had felt uncomfortable in his presence. But to-night he realised that he should not pass without dropping in just a moment to see how he was progressing.
Duncan Polite answered his knock. He had an old plaid of the McDonald tartan over his shoulders, his face was white and emaciated28, and a cough frequently interrupted his utterance29. But his eyes were as bright as ever, and his face full of kindness. He welcomed his young pastor warmly.
"Eh, Mr. Egerton," he cried, smiling brightly at this young man who was breaking his heart. "Indeed it would be kind to come and see an old man, and the roads breaking up, whatever. Come away in, come away;" he drew up his best chair to the fire, and set his guest into it, bustling30 around and in every way he could ministering to his comfort.
The young man put his feet upon the damper of the stove, and tilted31 his chair back in the free and easy manner which had charmed Glenoro. "And how's that troublesome cough to-day, Mr. McDonald? better, I hope?"
"Oh jist, jist! It will be nearly gone, indeed. Betsey will be giving me drugs; but hoots32, toots, the weemen must be potterin' about a body. I will not be sick at all, oh no indeed."
The minister knew that he ought to ask after Donald, but he could not bring himself to do so. Instead, he said, "I hear your nephew has a fine quantity of logs to bring down to the mill."
"Oh that would be Sandy." Duncan's face grew suddenly grave. "Yes, he will be a great lumberman, and Donald will be coming home to-morrow to help him"—he paused and looked at his guest. A great resolution seized him. "Mr. Egerton," he said suddenly.
The young man looked up in some surprise. Duncan was leaning forward, his thin hands trembling, his face aglow33 with eagerness.
"Yes?" inquired the visitor encouragingly.
Duncan's humility34 was almost overmastering him, but he struggled on. "I will be very bold, to be asking you," he faltered35. "It would be about Sandy and the lads. They would be good lads, but jist a wee bit careless, and I would be thinking they would be listening to the minister——"
He had spoken the very thought which had been troubling the young man on the road. "You mean you would like me to visit the camp?" he asked kindly36.
Duncan's eyes were burning with hope. "Yes, oh yes! An' jist to be saying a word, you will be knowing best what."
He stopped, for his guest had started suddenly and was gazing eagerly out at the window. Duncan did not know that his eye had caught a bewitching glimpse of a blue velvet37 cap, with a wealth of golden brown curls nestling beneath. Jessie was walking into the village alone! The young man rose to his feet. He had scarcely had an opportunity to see the girl or speak to her for nearly a month. Surely there would be no harm in his taking this happy chance of a walk with her.
Donald would be home the next day, and it would be the last time.
"I am sorry I cannot stay and talk this matter over with you, Mr. McDonald," he said kindly; "it is almost dark and I should have been home much earlier. But if I have a moment to spare I shall run up to the camp and see the boys. Good-night." He hurried to the door, Duncan following him. "I hope your cough will soon be better," he called over his shoulder as he strode down the path, "Good-night!"—and then he was away through the gate and down the dusky road.
Duncan sat for a long time after he had left with his head bowed and his face buried in his thin, trembling hands. A racking cough shook his frame occasionally, but he did not rise to mend the dying fire. The room grew chilly38, and at last Collie rose and went to his master.
The old man arose slowly at the gentle touch of a cold nose against his face. He replenished39 the fire, and moved listlessly about the room, preparing his supper. His face looked whiter and thinner than before the minister's visit, and his movements were painfully slow. There was something more serious than a persistent40 cough undermining Duncan Polite's health.
But there was no word or look of complaint from him. He went about his work as usual, tidying the room, and stirring the pot of oatmeal porridge which was cooking for his supper. His habits were of the simplest; a bowl of oatmeal, or pease brose, and a pitcher41 of milk sufficed for his supper as well as for his breakfast. He set the frugal42 meal upon the bare pine table, then lit his one small lamp, which had been well trimmed and polished, and pulled down the green paper window blinds. He noticed there was still a brightness over the eastern heavens, though the colours of the sunset had faded. Duncan shut out the world and sat down to his lonely meal. Collie lay quietly at his feet, waiting his turn, giving an occasional thump43 of his tail upon the floor, to remind his master that he was hungry; but when Duncan bowed his head over the repast for a few moments, the dog lay motionless until he raised it again. The dancing light from the wide damper of the old stove and the rays of the little lamp could not penetrate44 to the corners of the room, but they lit up Duncan's white, patient face and his silver hair, and shone on the glass doors of his cupboard, revealing the rows of shining dishes, and threw into relief the bare dark rafters of the ceiling.
Duncan stirred his porridge absently. His appetite had been poor all winter, and to-night he could not eat. He sat staring ahead of him with sad, unseeing eyes. Suddenly Collie raised his head and sniffed45 suspiciously. A quick bounding footstep was crunching46 the snow on the little pathway to the gate. The dog leaped up with a joyous47 bark and the next instant the door flew open, and a young man burst into the room.
Duncan arose, speechless with joy and surprise at the sight of the stalwart figure and handsome face. "Donal'!" was all he could say.
"Hello, Uncle!" the boy cried in his old ringing tones, catching48 the old man's hand and shaking it violently; then he put a hand upon his uncle's shoulder and stepped back from him. "Why, you never told me you were sick!" he cried sharply.
"Hoots, toots!" exclaimed Duncan, laughing from sheer joy. "It will be jist a bit of a cold. Eh, eh, and we would not be expecting you till to-morrow, and your mother would be telling the lads they must meet you. And would you be walking all the way from the station?"
"Oh, no, only it would have been better than driving. I came scratching along with Mack Fraser. How is mother?"
"Oh, your poor mother will be jist fine indeed, and the lads. Eh, and you will be getting to be a great man, Donal'; I will be thinking you will be a boy no more."
Donald laughed. "It's surely time. Why didn't Sandy tell me you were sick?"
"Hoots, that would be jist foolishness, for there would be nothing wrong, whatever."
"But there has been," said Donald, looking at him steadily49. He hung his coat and cap in their accustomed place behind the stove, and turned to the old man again. His heart smote50 him as he took in the changes on the beloved face. He wondered if his refusal to enter the ministry51 had had anything to do with their cause.
But Duncan was bustling about the room in aimless delight. "Dear, dear, you must be having your supper, lad!" he cried; "you will be hungry."
"I should think I am. I felt the Glenoro air and the Glenoro appetite strike me at the same instant. Here, sit down and let me get it."
"Indeed, perhaps your poor mother will be saying I should not be keeping you."
"I'll get home all the sooner if I'm fortified52 inside. Oatmeal porridge!" he continued joyfully53, as he lifted the lid from the pot and seized the wooden ladle. "I say, Uncle Dunc, this is royal!"
"Indeed it will be jist common fare for such a great city man as you will be getting to be." Duncan regarded him with tender pride.
Donald laughed derisively54 as he tumbled the contents of the porridge pot into a bowl. "And buttermilk, too, by all that's fortunate! And a festival like this on top of six months' boarding house hash!"
He seated himself at the table and attacked the homely55 fare with a country boy's hearty56 appetite. Duncan forgot his own supper in the joy of watching him.
"Well, how's things? as Coonie says. You said mother is well, and the boys?"
"Yes, she will be fine indeed, and Weil and wee Archie, too. They will be growing up to be fine lads. And Sandy will be at the camp waiting for you." He looked at Donald yearningly58, as though he would fain tell him more about Sandy, but could not.
"I'm just in time, then. And Wee Andra and—all the rest?"
The old man gave him as full an account as he was able of the doings of the neighbourhood, but Duncan Polite lived in a world apart, and Donald missed the information he was seeking.
Then it was Donald's turn to be catechised. He had to satisfy his uncle in regard to his work at college, his coming examinations, his professors, his friends, his sports and all other college lore59.
Duncan sat listening to the recital60 in silent delight, thinking much more of the speaker than of the words he uttered. But as he rattled61 on the old man became conscious of a vague fear entering his heart. He could not define its cause, but somehow Donald seemed changed. There was a recklessness in his manner and an occasional irreverence62 in his speech which struck his foster-father painfully. He tried several times to lead the conversation to questions regarding Donald's spiritual welfare.
"Mr. Egerton was here jist a few minutes before you came," he said by way of commencement. If he had known that Donald had met him and Jessie Hamilton walking into the Glen together he might have refrained from mentioning the young minister, and would perhaps have understood his nephew's reckless demeanour.
"That's so?" Donald's answer was rather sharp, and he added sarcastically63, "It's a great pity I missed the beneficial influence of his pastoral visitation."
"Why is it you would never be liking64 him, Donal'?" inquired the old man remorsefully66. "He would be speaking very highly of you last Christmas, and I feel he will be trying to do the Lord's work."
Donald laughed scornfully. "Perhaps he is. But if that's so, I'm sorry for the Lord's work; it seems to be a mighty67 mean business sometimes."
Duncan winced68 as if with acute pain. "Donal'," he said gravely, "it will not be right to be speaking this way of God's minister. I am thinking you would not be doing it before you went away, lad."
Donald was smitten69 with remorse65. He looked across the table at the old man's gentle, white face, and a lump rose in his throat. "I don't mean to say anything disparaging70 of the ministry, Uncle," he said contritely71, "but I know Mr. Egerton better than anyone thinks, and,—well, he's not a gentleman, that's all."
"It is only the Lord who can judge a man, Donal'," said Duncan Polite, after a moment's pained silence. "Mr. Egerton will be the Lord's servant and his Master will know all his work better than we will."
But Donald had almost finished his second year at college and was very confident of himself. "Well, here's something I don't understand, Uncle. There's a fellow in my year, who makes no profession of Christianity, who doesn't believe one-half the Bible, in fact, and yet I know he does twice the good in the world that Mr. Egerton does."
"Ah, but the Father will be all-kind, Donal'," said Duncan Polite gently but firmly, "and He will be accepting the service of His followers72 no matter how poor and mean it would be. But what would the Judge be saying of the man who would not own His only begotten73 Son?"
Donald arose from the table and walked up and down the bare little room. Duncan watched him with a look of yearning57. "Would this young man be a friend of yours, Donal'?" he inquired tremulously.
Donald paused and looked down into the dancing flames, his hands dug into his pockets, his brow drawn74 together in perplexity. "He's my roommate," he answered. "You used to wish I could be intimate with Mr. Egerton, Uncle, but I tell you honestly he can't be compared to Mark Seymour. He's the soul of honour, as fine a man as you could wish to know, and I'd rather accept his creed75 than that of a man who spends his time praying for sinners better than himself."
Duncan's face was white. "I will not be quite understanding you, Donal'," he said steadily. "Is it that you would be leaving the Saviour76 out of your life, my lad?"
Donald turned; the look in the old man's face brought him to his side. He laid his hands on Duncan Polite's shoulders. "I would rather do anything than hurt you, Uncle," he cried. "But you always taught me, above all things, never to deceive you, and I must tell you, honestly, I cannot see that religion has much to do with a man's life. But there is another thing I can say truthfully," he looked the old man straight in the eyes, "I have never done anything I should be ashamed to tell you!"
For an instant a wave of joy and pride swept away the despair that was clutching Duncan's heart. He arose and patted the boy on the back as he used to do in his childhood, murmuring Gaelic expressions of endearment77. "Oh, indeed, indeed, I will be knowing that, laddie!" he cried, his eyes moist. "Yes, indeed, and that would be a blessing78 to my very soul. But, eh, my child, my child, if you would be losing your hold on Christ, I would be fearing for you, Donal'! There is no other name under Heaven whereby we may be saved; it will be the Word of Omnipotence79, Donal', and any man who would be trying another way would be failing. And if I would be losing you, Donal'——" he stopped overcome.
Donald turned away; he felt guilty of the worst brutality80. He put on his overcoat silently, and then came back to the old armchair. "I've been nothing but a burden and a trouble to you all my life," he said bitterly.
"Wheesh, wheesht, laddie!" cried Duncan Polite. "What would my life be without you? You must not be saying such things, child, for you would be a credit to us all, indeed. And I will jist be praying that the Shepherd will be leading you to the fold."
Donald went away, humble81 and heart-sore. His home-coming had been a double grief to him. His faint hopes of a reconciliation82 with Jessie had been crushed, and now he was wounding most cruelly his best friend. He took no thought of another Friend, still kinder, whom he was wounding. And indeed had Donald been able, by an effort of his will, to be at that moment all his uncle desired, he would have done so. But he had cast away his anchor, in a moment of self-sufficiency and it would be hard to find it again. He could not know that a season was coming swiftly upon him, a season of storm and stress, when that discarded anchor would be his only stay, and the nearness with which he came to missing his hold upon it forever changed his whole future life.
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