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"It is true, then," said Powell, after a pause, and the low tones of his voice sounded like soft music. "I have pa.s.sed through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, and between me and the dwellers under the light of the sun there is a great gulf fixed!"
He released the bright young head on which his hand had rested, and made as if he would move away. Then, pausing, he said, "I frightened you long ago--in the other life. Fear no more, Rhoda Maxfield. Be no more disquieted by night or by day. Many are called, but few are chosen, yet you are among the chosen." He smiled upon her very sadly and calmly, and went slowly away without looking round.
As soon as he was gone, Rhoda burst into tears. Diamond made an eager step forward as if to take her hand; then stopped irresolutely, and looked anxiously at Minnie. "She is so sensitive," he said half aloud.
Minnie was as white as the preacher, and her eyes were full of tears, which, however, she checked from falling by a strong effort of her will. "I must go," she said. "Rhoda tells me my carriage is here. Will you kindly call my servants?" He obeyed her, first making his formal little bow; a sign, under the circ.u.mstances, that he was not quite in sympathy with his friend, who showed so little sympathy herself for that "sensitiveness" which so moved him. However, when, a.s.sisted by Jane, Miss Bodkin had made her way to the door, Mr. Diamond stood there bare-headed to help her into the carriage. She put her hand for an instant on his proffered arm as she got into the vehicle. Rhoda came running out after her. "Good night, Miss Minnie!" she cried.
Minnie leant back, and seemed neither to see nor hear her. But in an instant she was moved by a generous impulse to put her head out of the window, and say kindly, "Good night, Rhoda. Come and see me soon."
As the carriage began to move away, she saw Diamond tenderly drawing Rhoda's shawl round her shoulders, and trying to lead her in from the chill of the evening air.
CHAPTER XVI.
"Well, you may say as you please, Mr. Jackson, but 'twas a sight I shall never forget; and one I don't expect to see the like of on this side of eternity," said Richard Gibbs.
"No, nor don't wish to, I should think," put in Seth Maxfield.
"Anyway, it was a wonderful manifestation," remarked Mr. Gladwish, musingly.
There was a little knot of Wesleyans a.s.sembled in the house of Mr.
Gladwish, the shoemaker. Since Jonathan Maxfield's defection, he might be considered the leading member of the Methodist congregation. And a weekly prayer-meeting was held at his house on Monday evenings, as it had formerly been held in old Max's back parlour.
On the present occasion the a.s.sembly was more numerous than usual.
Besides the accustomed cronies and Mr. Jackson the preacher, there were also Seth Maxfield, who had come into Whitford on some farm business on the previous Sat.u.r.day, Richard Gibbs, and the widow Thimbleby. The latter was an old acquaintance of Mrs. Gladwish, and much patronised by that matron; although, of late, Mrs. Thimbleby had been under some cloud of displeasure among the stricter Methodists, on account of her fidelity to David Powell.
There had not been, to say the truth, any very fervent or lengthy religious exercises that evening. After a brief discourse by Brother Jackson, and the singing of a hymn, the company had, by mutual agreement, understood but not expressed, fallen into a discussion of the topic which was at that time in the minds and mouths of most Whitford persons high and low--namely, David Powell's preachings, and the phenomena attendant thereon.
"Anyhow," repeated Mr. Gladwish, after a short silence, "it was a wonderful manifestation."
"You may well say so, sir," a.s.sented Richard Gibbs, emphatically.
"Humph," grunted out Brother Jackson, pursing up his thick lips and folding his fat hands before him; "I mis...o...b.. whether the enemy be not mixed up somehow or other with these manifestations. I don't say they are wholly his doing. But--my brethren, Satan is very wily; and is continually 'going to and fro in the earth,' and 'walking up and down in it,' even as in the days of Job."
"That's very true," said Mrs. Gladwish, with an air of responsible corroboration. She was a light-haired, pale-faced woman, with a slatternly figure and a sharp, inquisitive nose; and her quiet persistency in cross-questioning made her a little formidable to some of her neighbours.
"When I see a thorn-tree bring forth figs, or a thistle grapes, I will believe that such things as I witnessed yesterday on Whit Meadow are the work of Satan--not before!" rejoined Gibbs.
"Amen!" said Mrs. Thimbleby, tremulously. "Oh! indeed, sir--I hope you don't consider it presumption in me--but I must say I do think Mr. Gibbs is right. It was the working of the Lord's spirit, and no other."
"What was the working of the Lord's spirit?" asked a harsh voice that made the women start, and caused every head in the room to be turned towards the door. There stood Jonathan Maxfield, rather more bowed in the shoulders than when we first made his acquaintance, but otherwise little changed.
He was welcomed by Gladwish with a marked show of respect. The breach made between old Max and his former a.s.sociates by his departure from the Methodist Society had been soon healed in many instances. Gladwish had condoned it long ago; and, owing to various circ.u.mstances--among them the fact that Seth Maxfield and his wife remained among the Wesleyans--the intercourse between the two families had been almost uninterrupted. There was truly no cordial interchange of hospitalities, nor much that could be called companionship; but the strong bond of habit on both sides, and, on Gladwish's, the sense of his neighbour's growing wealth and importance, served to keep the two men as close together as they ever had been.
"I've come to say a word to Seth, if it may be without putting you out,"
said old Maxfield, with a sidelong nod of the head, that was intended as a general salute to the company.
Mr. and Mrs. Gladwish protested that no one would be in the least put out by Mr. Maxfield's presence, but that they were all, on the contrary, pleased to see him. Then, while the father and son said a few words to each other in a low tone, the others conversed among themselves rather loudly, by way of politely expressing that they did not wish to overhear any private conversation.
"That's all, then, Seth," said old Max, turning away from his son. "I knew I should find you here, and I thought I would mention about them freeholds before it slipped my memory. And--life is uncertain--I have put a clause in my will about 'em this very evening. Putting off has never been my plan, neither with the affairs of this world or the next."
There was something in the mention of a clause in old Max's will which had a powerful attraction for the imagination of most persons present.
Brother Jackson made a motion with his mouth, as though he were tasting some pleasant savour. Mrs. Gladwish thought of her tribe of growing children, and their rapid consumption of food, clothing, and doctor's stuff, and she sighed. Two or three of the regular attendants at the prayer-meeting fixed their eyes with lively interest on Jonathan Maxfield; and one whispered to another that Seth had gotten a good bit o' cash with his wife, and would have more from his father. 'Twas always the way: money makes money. Though, rightly considered, it was but dross and dust, and riches were an awful snare. And then they obsequiously made way for the rich grocer to take a seat in their circle, moved, perhaps, by compa.s.sion for the imminent peril to his soul which he was incurring from the possession of freehold property.
"Well, I'll sit down for half an hour," said Jonathan, in his dry way, and took a chair near the table accordingly. In fact, he was well pleased enough to find himself once more among his old a.s.sociates; and if any embarra.s.sment belonged to the relations between himself and Brother Jackson, his former pastor, it was certain that old Max did not feel it. When a man has a profound conviction of his own wisdom, supported on a firm basis of banker's books and solid investments, such intangible sentimentalities have no power to constrain them. Mr.
Jackson, perhaps, felt some little difficulty in becomingly adjusting his manner to the situation, being troubled between the desire of a.s.serting his dignity in the eyes of his flock and his natural reluctance to affront a man of Jonathan Maxfield's weight in the world.
But he speedily hit on the a.s.sumption of an unctuous charity and toleration, as being the kind of demeanour best calculated for the circ.u.mstances. And perhaps he did not judge amiss. "I'm sure," said he, with a pious smile, "it is a real joy to the hearts of the faithful, and a good example to the unregenerate, to see believers dwelling together in unity, however much they may be compelled to differ on some points for conscience' sake."
"What was it as some one was saying just now about the working of the Lord's spirit?" asked Maxfield, cutting short Brother Jackson's verbal flow of milk and honey.
There was a little hesitation among those present as to who should answer this question. To answer it involved the utterance of a name which was known to be unpleasing in Mr. Maxfield's ears. Mrs. Thimbleby shrank into the background; she had a special dread of old Jonathan's stern hard face and manner. Richard Gibbs at length answered, simply, "We were speaking, Mr. Maxfield, of David Powell's preaching in Lady Lane and on Whit Meadow."
Maxfield pressed his lips together, and made an inarticulate sound, which might be taken to express contempt or disapprobation, or merely an acknowledgment of Gibbs's information.
"My! I should like to have been there!" exclaimed Mrs. Gladwish.
"Well, now," said Seth Maxfield, "my wife would walk twenty mile to keep out of the way of it. She was quite scared at all the accounts we heard."
"But what did you hear! And what did happen, after all?" asked Mrs.
Gladwish. "I wish you would give us an account of it, Mr. Gibbs."
"It is hard to give an account of such thing to them as wasn't present, ma'am. But there was a great outpouring of grace."
Brother Jackson groaned slightly, then coughed, and shook his head.
"I never saw such a beautiful evening for the time of year," put in one of Gladwish's apprentices, a consumptive-looking lad with bright, dreamy eyes. "And all the folks standing in the sunset, and the river shining, and the leaves red and yellow on the branches--it was a wonderful sight."
"It was a wonderful sight!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Gibbs. "There was the biggest mult.i.tude I ever saw a.s.sembled in Whit Meadow. There must have been thousands of people. There were among them scoffers, and unG.o.dly men, and seekers after the truth, and some that were already awakened. Then, women and children; they came gathering together more and more, from the north, and the south, and the east, and the west. And there, in the midst, raised up on a high bench, so that he might be seen of all, stood David Powell. His face was as white as snow, and his black hair hung down on either side of it."
"I thought of John the Baptist preaching in the wilderness," said the apprentice softly.
"I couldn't get to stand very near to him," continued Gibbs, "and I thought I should catch but little of his discourse. But when he began to speak, though his voice was low at first, after a while it rose, and grew every moment fuller and stronger."
"Yes," said the bright-eyed apprentice, "it was like listening to the organ-pipes of St. Chad's; just that kind of tremble in it that seems to run all through your body."
"The man always had a goodish voice," said Brother Jackson. "But that is a carnal gift. 'Tis the use we put our voices to that is all-important, my dear friends."
"He began by prayer," said Gibbs, speaking slowly, and with the abstracted air of a man who is not so much endeavouring to give others a vivid narration, as to recall accurately to his own mind the things of which he is speaking. "Yes, he began with prayer. He prayed for us all there present with wonderful fervour."
"What did he say?" asked Mrs. Gladwish.
"Nay, I cannot repeat the exact words."
"Can't you remember, Joel?" persisted his mistress, addressing the young apprentice.
The lad blushed up, but more, apparently, from eagerness and excitement than bashfulness, as he answered, "Not the very words, ma'am, I can't remember. But it was a prayer that had wings like, and it lifted you up right away into the heavens. When he left off I felt as if I had been dropped straight down on to Whit Meadow out of a cloud of glory."