Helen, I am glad to say, is beginning to take an interest in the church and its work, and as time goes on I think her interest will grow.I should be glad indeed that it should be so, for our relations with Mr.Lloyd are very close; and, in fact, I may tell you what is yet a secret, that he has intimated to me his desire to make Helen his wife.Helen is very favourably disposed to him, and all our circle of friends would rejoice in this as an ideal marriage.Mr.Lloyd belongs to her own set in society, is a gentleman of culture and high character, and in every way suitable.
As for myself, in my loneliness I could not endure the thought of losing my only daughter, at all, and her marriage would be a great blow to me were it not that her home is to be so close at hand.
There is one thing, however, about which Helen is sensitive.She cannot rid herself of a feeling that she is in a manner bound to you on account of her foolish and impetuous words, uttered under the excitement of your departure; but I am sure you would never think of holding her because of those words, uttered in a moment of great feeling, and I also feel sure that you would not in any way interfere with her happiness, or do anything that would hinder the consummation of a marriage so eminently suitable in every way.
We hear of you and of your work occasionally.It must be a terrible country, and a very depressing life.The loneliness and isolation must be well-nigh overwhelming.I am sure you have all our sympathy.
I suppose work of this kind must be done, and it is a good thing that there are men of such rugged strength and such courage as you have, who seem to be fitted for this kind of work.
Now, my dear Mr.Macgregor, in your answer I think that a few words of assurance to Helen on the points I have suggested would be greatly appreciated, and would do much to remove difficulties that now stand in the way of her happiness and mine.
Yours very sincerely, E.Fairbanks.
It was then that Shock drank to the dregs his full cup of bitter sorrow.The contrasts suggested by Mrs.Fairbanks' letter stood out vividly before him.He thought of Helen's beautiful home, where she was surrounded with all the luxuries of a cultured life; he thought of her circle of friends, of the life work to which, as Lloyd's wife, she would be permitted to take up; he thought, too, of her mother's claim upon her.And then he looked about upon his bare room, with its log walls, its utter absence of everything that suggested refinement; he thought of the terrible isolation that in these days had become so depressing even to himself; he thought of all the long hours of weary yearning for the sight and touch of all that he held dear, and for the sake of the girl to whom he had given his heart's love in all its unsullied purity and in all its virgin freshness he made his decision.He took up his cross, and though his heart bled he pressed his lips upon it.
His letter to Mrs.Fairbanks was brief and clear.
"I thank you for your sympathy," he wrote, "and I grieve with you in your great sorrow.""In regard to what you write concerning Miss Helen, you have made yourself perfectly clear, and I wish to repeat now what I said on the morning of my leaving home: that Miss Helen is to consider herself in no sense bound to me.She is perfectly free, as free as if she had not spoken.I fully realise the possibility of mistaking one's feelings under the stress of such emotional excitement.The sphere of work opening out before her is one in every way suited to her, and one in which she will find full scope for her splendid powers of heart and mind, and I shall be glad to know that her happiness is assured.At the same time, truth demands that I should say that my feelings toward her have not changed, nor will they ever change; and, while I cannot ask her to share a life such as mine, Ishall never cease to love her."
In Shock's preaching, and in his visitation of his people, a new spirit made itself felt.There was no less energy, but there was an added sweetness, and a deeper sympathy.He had entered upon the way of the Cross, and the bruising of his heart distilled all its tenderness in word and deed.Isis preaching was marked by a new power, a new intensity; and when, after the evening service, they gathered about the organ to spend an hour in singing their favourite hymns, than most of all they were conscious of the change in him.
The closer they drew toward him the more tender did they find his heart to be.
The loneliness of the days that followed was to Shock unspeakable.
There was no one to whom he could unburden himself.His face began to show the marks of the suffering within.Instead of the ruddy, full, round, almost boyish appearance, it became thin and hard, and cut with deep lines.
The doctor, who now made his home in Loon Lake, became anxious about his friend, but he was too experienced and too skilled a physician to be deceived as to the cause of Shock's changed appearance.
"It is not sickness of the body," he remarked to Ike, who was talking it over with him, "but of the mind, and that, my friend, is the most difficult to treat.""Well," said Ike, "when I hear him speak in meetin', and see him git on one of them smiles of his, I come purty nigh makin' a fool of myself.I guess I'll have to quit goin' to church.""No, I do not think you will quit, Ike, my boy," said the doctor.
"You have become thoroughly well inoculated.You could not, if you tried.""Well, I surmise it would be difficult, but I wish somethin' would happen."
