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But the stones the great diamonds they were real enough; the metal box too the "Sign of the Spider." How was he thus transformed? Later in the day, as he stood on the stoep knocking at the door of Mrs. Falkner's house, he was conscious that his heart hardly beat quicker, that his pulses were as firm and even as ever. Four years of a hard, stern schooling had done it. Yes, Mrs. Falkner was at home.
If he had only known, Rev. Cameron might have found a splendid illustration, very much to the point, in the story of Dick Falkner's coming to Boyd City and his search for employment. But the minister knew nothing of Dick or his trouble. He had no particular incident in mind; but simply desired to see a more practical working of Christianity.
Had there been anything but love in Dick Falkner's heart then, he would have argued in vain. But he returned the look unflinchingly, then "Amy listen. On the soul that has been pardoned in the name of Jesus Christ, there is no spot. Won't you put your past beneath your feet as I put mine in the dust, and come to me upon the common ground of Christ's love and forgiveness?
You'll never get anywhere in this valley, if you show yourself shocked by anything anybody says." "I don't want to shock the preacher, Peter," Mrs. Falkner's beautiful face was wistful "I'd like to have his faith. I sure-gawd would! But! I just want to make him see that to folks like us in Lost Chief who read and think and look at these hills a lot, the Bible never could prove a hereafter to us."
Hale, confidently, "and must not be permitted for a moment." "I'm sure I should be quite willing to stay with the poor boy myself," said Mrs. Scott, simply, "and take Mr. Falkner's place while he dines." "You are too willing, mother," said Mrs. Hale, pertly, "and your 'poor boy, as you call him, will never see thirty-five again."
"Yes, unless it is that you hold a quantity of unsaleable scrip and he doesn't," rejoined Laurence, who had been secretly amused in watching the progress of pretty Mabel Falkner's latest preference.
On being restored to consciousness he begs Elizabeth to continue the journey with him alone, as he can bear no one but her near him. The mystery of Falkner's life seems to be forcing itself to the surface. The travellers reach England, and Elizabeth is sought out by Lady Cecil, who had been much struck by her devotion to her father.
Carr laughed the sort of laugh that sends a chill up one's back, and drew the caribou-skin cord tight about Falkner's ankles. "Can't blame me for being a little careful," he said in his revolting way. "By your hanging I become a Sergeant. That's my reward for running you down." He lighted the lamp and filled the stove before he left the cabin.
"When I remember how he pointed out the hungry and naked and homeless, and then said: 'Inasmuch as ye did it not unto one of the least of these, ye did it not unto me, I cannot help but feel sure in my heart that we are right, and I must tell you that Mr. Falkner's plan for doing just that work is the most practical and common-sense one I have ever heard.
I have come to understand that the weak must be the burden of the strong always!" Falkner's lean face grew hard with the lines of hunger, repressed but not buried, the lines of inner strife. In a dry voice he said: "I thought that we had settled all that once, Margaret." "One cannot settle such things so.... It has come to me the light slowly, so slowly. And it is not all clear yet.
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