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I cannot, will not believe in such injustice on the part of the Most High!" I pursued in sad soliloquy, with folded hands, and shaking head; and musing eyes fixed on the fire before me: "My God will not forsake me!" "Did the bad man hurt Mirry?" he asked, leaning with both arms on my lap and putting up his hand to touch my face. "Yes, very cruelly, Ernie."
Ah, let me have him while I may, Mirry they'll take him from me soon enough soon enough, my bonnie boy!" "But, dearest, you must. The the Law has stepped in. Gentlemen from Scotland Yard are here. Jim has brought them. They must have the room for a little time. There there's the window to be examined, you know; and if they can find out anything "
"Look here, Mollie," said Eben awkwardly at last, "are you going to stand up for prayers to-night?" "I I can't as long as father acts this way," answered Mollie, in a choked voice. "I I want to, Eb, and Mirry and Bob want me to, but I can't. I do hope that the evangelist won't come and talk to me special to-night. I always feels as if I was being pulled two different ways, when he does."
And turned his face away from that woeful picture as she went over and spoke to the sorrowing old man. "Uncle!" she said softly. "Uncle Phil! You must come away for a little time, dear. It is necessary." "Oh, I can't, Mirry I can't, lovie, dear!" he answered without lifting his head or loosening his folded hands. "My bonnie, my bonnie, that I loved so well!
The consciousness that Ernie was at my knee at last aroused me from the indulgence of my grief, and I looked down to meet his compassionate and inquiring eyes fixed upon me with a masterful expression I have never seen in any other childish face. It thrilled me to the heart. "What Mirry cry for is God mad with Mirry?" he asked at length. "It seems so, Ernie yet oh, no, no!
"He calls her 'Angy, I s'pose, 'cause she's so purty like; and you tells him 'bout dem hebbenly kine of people, so de say, mos' ebbery night. Does you think dar is such tings, sure enough, Mirry?" "Certainly, Dinah the Bible tells us so; but what is the name of the pretty little girl of whom you speak?
What did that little vigilant creature ever fail to remark? "Mirry make tea," he said, or seemed to say, and my face paled and flushed alternately, until my brain swam. "Make tea?" said the voice of Mrs. Clayton, apparently at a great distance. "No, I will make the tea, Ernie, as long as we stay together. Mirry does not know how to draw tea like an Englishwoman."
"Ernie kill bad man!" he exclaimed, ferociously, "for trouble missy. Give Ernie letter he carry it away and hide it; bad letter make poor Mirry cry." "No, Ernie, I will keep it," I said, as I laid it carefully aside. "It shall stand as a sign and testimony of treachery to the end. Go to sleep, little child; but first say your prayers, so that the good angels may sit by you all night.
His eyes flashed, his cheek crimsoned, his wide red mouth curled with disdainful ire, disclosing the small, pointed pearls within; he seemed transfigured. "And Ernie! what will Ernie do for Mirry?" I asked, as I watched the workings of his expressive face. "Will Ernie let the wicked man kill Mirry?" He looked at his small hands and arms, then extended them wistfully.
And, recalling the words of their preaching, and all that her lover and father had urged upon her before they reluctantly left her, to flee the city, she had been suddenly bowed before God, in penitence and prayer. "If only Isaac would come back for me," she moaned, as she dropped wearily upon the seat of the arbour. "He has come back, Mirry, darling!"
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