Say and Seal, Volume 1

<h3 id="id04702" style="margin-top: 3em">CHAPTER XXXVI.</h3> <p id="id04703" style="margin-top: 3em">The Saturday before Christmas, which was moreover the day but one before, Squire Stoutenburgh went over to Pequot; and having checked off his business items, drove straight to Madame Danforth's. The door was opened to him by the Frenchwoman, who took him into a little room very like herself, and left him; and in another minute or two Faith came in. Her exclamation was with the unmistakeable tone and look of pleasure.</p> <p id="id04704">"My dear, I am very glad to see you!" was part of the warm reply. "How do you do?"</p> <p id="id04705">"I do very well, sir."</p> <p id="id04706">"Ah!"—said the Squire,—"I suppose so. Well I'll give you a chance to do better. My dear, I'm going to carry you off,—you're wanted."</p> <p id="id04707">"Am I?" said Faith with a quick change. "There's nothing the matter?"</p> <p id="id04708">"Nothing <i>bad</i>," said the Squire. "At least I hope not! Will you go home with me this afternoon?"</p> <p id="id04709">"O yes, sir—and very glad! But did mother send for me?"</p> <p id="id04710">"Sent for you if I could get you, Miss Faith. I don't suppose she'll ever really interfere with your doings—if you choose to go and live in the Moon, but she's half sick for the sight of you. That's prevalent just now," said the Squire, "and she's not the worst case. The doctor went off for fear he should take it;—but some people have duties, you know, and can't stir."</p> <p id="id04711">There was a tiny peachblossom tinge on Faith's cheek, which the Squire was pleased to take note of. She stood with a thoughtful face the while.</p> <p id="id04712">"I'll be ready, Mr. Stoutenburgh. When will you come for me?"</p> <p id="id04713">The time was fixed, and Faith made her explanations to her friends; promising that if need were she would some back again, or her mother, after Christmas. Miss Dilly let her go very willingly, yet most unwillingly; and Madame Danforth's reluctance had nothing to balance it. So it was that Faith's joy had its wonted mixture of gravity when she met the Squire again.</p> <p id="id04714">"If you're not going to be glad to get home, I'm a rich man if I'll go in with you!" he said as he put her in the sleigh and tucked her up with shawls and buffalo robes. "That's the way!—first get power and then abuse it."</p> <p id="id04715">"Power! Mr. Stoutenburgh. What do you mean? I am very glad to go home.<br/> Don't I look so?" She certainly did.<br/></p> <p id="id04716">"I mean that I haven't seen anybody smile since you went away," said<br/> Mr. Stoutenburgh, proceeding to tuck himself up in like manner. "Except<br/> Dr. Harrison. He kept himself in practice while he staid."<br/></p> <p id="id04717">Faith was silent; eying the snowy road and the jingling horse heads, with a bounding feeling of heart that she was going home. She dared allow it to herself now.</p> <p id="id04718">"What do you guess made the doctor leave that fly-away horse of his for Mr. Linden to tame?" said the Squire. "Has he any particular reason for wishing to break his neck?"</p> <p id="id04719">"Did he do that?"</p> <p id="id04720">"Break his neck?—why no, not yet,—I suppose the doctor lives in hopes. You take it coolly, Miss Faith! upon my word."</p> <p id="id04721">"Mr. Stoutenburgh!—I meant, did he leave the horse for him. Dr.<br/> Harrison knew there wasn't much danger, Mr. Stoutenburgh."<br/></p> <p id="id04722">Mr. Stoutenburgh touched up his own team.</p> <p id="id04723">"I guess!"—he said slowly, "the doctor don't just know how much danger there is. So Pattaquasset 'll have a chance to come down on both feet—which that horse don't do often. We've had all sorts of goings on, Miss Faith."</p> <p id="id04724">"Have you, sir?" The question was put quietly enough, but there was a little tinge of curiosity, too.</p> <p id="id04725">"Yes," said the Squire, shaking his whip. "Sam Deacon's gone away and<br/> Mr. Linden's grown unpopular. Aint that news?"<br/></p> <p id="id04726">"What do you mean, sir?"</p> <p id="id04727">"Why Sam Deacon's gone away—" the Squire repeated coolly. "He was getting rather too much of a sportin' character for our town, so a friend of mine that was going to Egypt—or somewhere—took him along. You needn't be uneasy about him—Miss Faith, he'll be taken care of. I should have sent him a worse journey, only I was overruled."</p> <p id="id04728">"And is he gone to Egypt?" said Faith.</p> <p id="id04729">"Hardly got so far yet," said the Squire. "But I thought it would be good for Sam's health—he's been a little weaker than usual about the head lately."</p> <p id="id04730">"That was only half of your news, Mr. Stoutenburgh," Faith said after another interval of musing.</p> <p id="id04731">"'Tother half's nothing wonderful. Mr. Linden's getting unpopular with everybody in town that he don't make up to on the right side; and as there's a good many of them, I'm afraid it'll spread. I've done <i>my</i> best to tell him how to quiet the matter, but you might just as well tell a pepperidge which way to grow! Did you ever try to make him do anything?" said the Squire, facing round upon Faith.</p> <p id="id04732">The startling of Faith's eyes was like a flash; and something so her colour went and came. The answer was a very orderly, "Yes, sir."</p> <p id="id04733">"Hum—I s'pose he did it,—guess I'll come to you next time I want anything done. Are you cold, my dear?" said the Squire renewing his efforts at wrapping up.</p> <p id="id04734">Faith's desire for Pattaquasset news was satisfied. She manifested no more curiosity about anything; and so far as appeared in words, was contented with her own thoughts. That however would have been a rash conclusion. For thoughts do occupy that do not content; and Faith could willingly have spared the hints in Mr. Stoutenburgh's last speech—and indeed in several others. She by no means understood them thoroughly; yet something of the drift and air of them she did feel, and felt as unnecessary. There had been already in Faith's mind a doubtful look towards the last evening she had spent in Pattaquasset; a certain undefined consciousness that her action that night might have said or seemed to say—she knew not what. She could find no fault with it, to herself; there had been nothing that she could help; but yet this consciousness made her more tender upon anything that touched the subject. She had thought of it, and put it out of her head, several times in these last weeks; and now Mr. Stoutenburgh's words had just the effect to make her shy. Faith's mind however had been full of grave and sweet things of late, and was in such a state now. The principal feeling, which the Squire's words could not change, was of very deep and joyous happiness; she was exceeding glad to go home; but at the same time in a mood too quiet and sober for the wine of joy to get into her head.</p> <p id="id04735">Squire Stoutenburgh too seemed satisfied,—perhaps with the uncold hue of Faith's cheeks; and now drove on at a rapid rate, talking only of indifferent matters. The horses trotted quick over the smooth snow, and the gathering lead colour overhead was touched with gleams of light here and there, as the sun went down behind the Pattaquasset outlines. Swiftly they jingled along, crossing the ferry and mounting the hill; past trees and barns and village houses—then into the main street: down which the horses flew with a will, thinking of oats and their good stable, and unwillingly reined in at Mrs. Derrick's door.</p> <p id="id04736">It was dark by that time—Faith could see little but the lights glimmering in the windows, and indeed had no time to see much; so suddenly and softly was she lifted out of the sleigh the moment it stopped. Then Mr. Linden's voice said,</p> <p id="id04737">"Thank you, Mr. Stoutenburgh!"</p> <p id="id04738">"That's one way of thanking me!" said the Squire. "However—I suppose it's all right,"—and gave his impatient horses their way.</p> <p id="id04739">"Why Mr. Linden," said Faith half laughing, but with a little of the old timidity in her voice,—"how could you see me before I saw you?"</p> <p id="id04740">"For various reasons, Miss Faith. How do you do?" He led her on, into the house and into the tea-room, there to delight her mother's heart and make her mother's eyes overflow.</p> <p id="id04741">"Pretty child!" Mrs. Derrick said,—"I never will let you go away again for anybody!"</p> <p id="id04742">Faith laughed, and kissed her and kissed her; but did not take that moment to say what she thought—that Mrs. Derrick would have to let her go again in a few days perhaps, and for Miss Danforth herself. Then her eye glanced at the tea-table, as it might at an ungoverned kingdom—or a vacated sphere; and the fulness of her heart broke out.</p> <p id="id04743">"Mother!—I'm glad to be home again!" The tone said it yet more than the words. And then with a sudden movement, she went off a step to Mr. Linden and held out her hand to him, albeit ever so little shyly. The hand was taken and kept, his eyes taking a quiet survey of her the while.</p> <p id="id04744">"Miss Faith, you want to be set to work! Some people will neglect themselves if they have a chance."</p> <p id="id04745">"I haven't done much work since I have been away, Mr. Linden."</p> <p id="id04746">He smiled—what was he reading in her face? "You don't know what you have done, child," he said. "But she looks glad, Mrs. Derrick,—and we are very glad to have her." Whereupon Faith was conducted to the tea-table without more delay; Mrs. Derrick feeling sure that she was starving both with cold and hunger.</p> <p id="id04747">Faith had no appearance of being cold; and though she certainly did eat her supper as if she was glad to be at home, it was not with the air of a person with whom his bread and butter is the first thought. Gladness shone in every look and movement; but at the same time over all the gladness there was a slight veil; it might be gravity, but it might not be all gravity, for part of it was very like constraint; the eyes were more ready to fall than to rise; and the words, though free to come, had a great facility for running in short sentences. But Mrs. Derrick was too happy to notice such light streaks of mist in the sunshine, and talked away at a most unusual rate,—telling Faith how Mr. Linden had ridden that 'wild horse,' and had found time to teach her little class, and in general had done everything else—for everything seemed to hinge upon him. Mr. Linden himself—with now and then a word to qualify, or to make Faith laugh, took a somewhat special and quiet care of her and her wants at the table; all which seemed to Faith (in her mood) very like little gentle suggestions at that vail;—otherwise, he was rather silent.</p> <p id="id04748">Then followed prayers, with all the sweet warm influences of the time; and then Faith might sit and talk or be silent, as she liked; rest being considered the best work for that evening. It would seem that she liked to be silent,—if that were a fair conclusion from her silence. Her eye took happy note of the familiar things in and about the room; then she sat and looked into the fireplace, as glad to see it again maybe,—or doubtful about looking elsewhere. As silently, for a few minutes, Mr. Linden took note of her: then he spoke.</p> <p id="id04749">"Miss Faith, will you let me give you lessons all through the holidays?"</p> <p id="id04750">She gave him a swift blushing glance and smile. "If you like to do it,<br/> Mr. Linden—and if I am here."<br/></p> <p id="id04751">"Where do you find those two 'ifs'?"</p> <p id="id04752">"I thought, perhaps, when I came away from Pequot to-day, that I might go back again after Monday. I am afraid aunt Dilly will want me."</p> <p id="id04753">"How much must people want you, to gain a hearing?"</p> <p id="id04754">"There are different kinds of wanting," Faith said gravely. "Aunt Dilly may miss me too much."</p> <p id="id04755">"And the abstract 'too much,' is different from the comparative. What about that other 'if'?"</p> <p id="id04756">"The other 'if'?—I don't know that there is anything about it, Mr.<br/> Linden," Faith said laughing.<br/></p> <p id="id04757">"Whence did it come?—before it 'trickeled,' as Bunyan says, to your tongue?"</p> <p id="id04758">"I don't know, sir!"—</p> <p id="id04759">"Miss Faith!—I did not think you would so forget me in three weeks. Do you want to hear the story of a very cold, icy little brook?" he said, with a sort of amused demureness that gave her the benefit of all his adjectives. She looked up at him with earnest eyes not at all amused, but that verged on being hurt; and it was with a sort of fear of what the real answer might be, that she asked what he meant.</p> <p id="id04760">"Miss Faith, I mean nothing very bad," he said with a full smile at her then. "When I really think you are building yourself an ice palace, I shall spend my efforts upon thawing, not talking. What have you been doing all these weeks?"</p> <p id="id04761">With a little bit of answering smile she said, in a deliberate kind of way,—"I have been running about house—and learning how to cook French cookery, Mr. Linden—and most of all, I've been reading the Bible. I haven't had time to do much else."</p> <p id="id04762">"Do you know," Mr. Linden said as he watched her, "that is just what I thought?—And so you have been going step by step 'up the mountain'! Do you see how the road improves?—do you find the 'richer pastures' and the purer air?"</p> <p id="id04763">"O sir," said Faith looking up at him,—"I was reading to aunt Dilly."</p> <p id="id04764">"I know,—I understood that. Are not my words true still?"</p> <p id="id04765">Gravity and shyness, all except the gravity that belonged to her and to the subject, broke away from Faith. She rose up and stood beside Mr. Linden, moved, happy, and glad with the gladness of full sympathy.</p> <p id="id04766">"It has been a pleasant two weeks, Mr. Linden!—though I would have liked to be at home. Aunt Dilly has wanted the Bible, morning, noon, and night;—and it was wonderful to read it to her! It has been my business, all these days."</p> <p id="id04767">"My dear child! I am very glad!" he said, taking her hand.<br/> "Wonderful?—yes, it is wonderful to read, to one who wants it."<br/></p> <p id="id04768">"She wanted it so much,"—Faith said, catching her breath a little. "And understood it, Mr. Linden. Very soon it was all—or mostly—clear to her. I read to her sometimes till twelve o'clock at night—and sometimes began at four in the morning."</p> <p id="id04769">Mr. Linden looked at her with a mingling of expressions.</p> <p id="id04770">"I am afraid that was not good for you,—if one dare say it of any work done in that service. Do you know how much the Bible is like that pillar of fire which guided the Israelites, but to those who were not of Israel became a pillar of cloud,—from which 'the Lord looked out' but 'to trouble them'?"</p> <p id="id04771">Faith's eye watched him as he spoke, and caught the power and beauty of the illustration; but she did not speak. Until after thinking and musing a while she said softly, "It don't trouble aunt Dilly."</p> <p id="id04772">Mr. Linden drew up a chair for her near his own, but made no other comment upon her or her musings at first,—then abruptly—"And you think she will want you again?"</p> <p id="id04773">"There is nobody else to do this for her," said Faith; and again was silent. "How do you suppose it all began with aunt Dilly, Mr. Linden?"</p> <p id="id04774">"As to means?—I cannot tell."</p> <p id="id04775">"It began from a few words, which I dare say you have forgotten, but which she and I remember,—words that you said one evening when she was here last summer, about everybody's being precious in one sense.—You repeated that passage—'They shall be mine, saith the Lord,'—you know."</p> <p id="id04776">Faith did not know what a soft illumination was in her eyes, or she would probably not have turned the light of it so full upon Mr. Linden as at one or two points of her speech she did. It was a grave, sweet look that answered her; but then his eyes went off to the fire without further reply.</p> <p id="id04777">Faith did not again interrupt the silence; a silence that to judge by the faces of both was pleasant to both. Till Mrs. Derrick came in, who indeed could not be very long absent. Then Faith left her place, sat down on a low seat by her mother and caressingly took possession of her hands and arms. She made no more startling propositions that night of going back to Pequot again; and the minutes of the evening flowed on—as such minutes do.</p> <p id="id04778">The Sunday which followed was one as quietly happy as is often known in this world. And the next day was Christmas.</p> <h1 id="id04779" style="margin-top: 5em">END OF VOL. I.</h1> <h3 id="id04780" style="margin-top: 3em">PRINTING OFFICE OF THE PUBLISHER.</h3> <p id="id04781" style="margin-top: 7em">Typographical errors silently corrected:</p> <h4 id="id04782" style="margin-top: 2em">chapter 5: =There is no fear= replaced by ="There is no fear=</h4> <h5 id="id04783">chapter 6: =tête à-tête= replaced by =tête-à-tête=</h5> <h5 id="id04784">chapter 6: =Simlin's questions= replaced by =Simlins' questions=</h5> <h5 id="id04785">chapter 6: =ask the boys nothin= replaced by =ask the boys nothin'=</h5> <h5 id="id04786">chapter 6: =bargain," he said,= replaced by =bargain," he said.=</h5> <h5 id="id04787">chapter 7: =cause she wants you= replaced by ='cause she wants you=</h5> <h5 id="id04788">chapter 7: =kep' your ma to supper= replaced by =kep' your 'ma to supper=</h5> <h5 id="id04789">chapter 8: =real sponsible= replaced by =real 'sponsible=</h5> <h5 id="id04790">chapter 9: =nutsdid= replaced by =nuts did=</h5> <h5 id="id04791">chapter 10: =this tone implied= replaced by =his tone implied=</h5> <h5 id="id04792">chapter 11: =endless day!= replaced by =endless day!'"=</h5> <h5 id="id04793">chapter 12: =Wether he had or no= replaced by =Whether he had or no=</h5> <h5 id="id04794">chapter 13: =well-dressed= replaced by =well-dressed=</h5> <h5 id="id04795">chapter 15: =What you have been doing= replaced by =what have you been doing=</h5> <h5 id="id04796">chapter 22: =Mr. David has sent= replaced by =Mr. Davids has sent=</h5> <h5 id="id04797">chapter 22: ="Won't you rest= replaced by =Won't you rest=</h5> <h5 id="id04798">chapter 23: =should'nt be right= replaced by =shouldn't be right=</h5> <h5 id="id04799">chapter 26: =you're growing= replaced by ="you're growing=</h5> <h5 id="id04800">chapter 28: =Mr. Somers said good= replaced by =Mrs. Somers said good=</h5> <h5 id="id04801">chapter 32: =s'il vous plait= replaced by =s'il vous plaît=</h5> <h5 id="id04802">chapter 34: =starvation creatur= replaced by =starvation creatur'=</h5> <h5 id="id04803">chapter 34: =to his arm,= replaced by =to his arm.=</h5> <h5 id="id04804">chapter 36: =slowly, the doctor= replaced by =slowly, "the doctor=</h5> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />