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He exaggerated all his own defects of manner, and speech, and education; he felt uncomfortable in Draxy's presence, in spite of all the affectionate reverence with which she treated him; he said to himself fifty times a day, "It's only my bein' a minister that makes her think anythin' o' me." The Elder was fast growing wretched. But Draxy was happy.
I can talk it over better'n you can. I'll go." And Angy went. The interview between the two women was long. Angy pleaded as nobody else in the parish could have done; and Draxy's heart was all on her side. But Draxy's judgment was unconvinced. "If I could be sure, Angy, that it would be best for the people, I should not hesitate. But you know very well, if I begin I shall keep on," she said.
Mothers were more loving and fathers more tender, and maidens were sweeter and graver all for the coming of this one little babe into the bosom of full and inspired motherhood. On the morning when Draxy's son was born, a stranger passing through the village would have supposed that some great news of war or of politics had arrived.
The great successes of life are never made by the men and women who have no poetic comprehension in their souls. Draxy's first night was spent at the house of a brother of Captain Melville's, to whom her uncle had given her a letter. All went smoothly, and her courage rose.
Everybody at the station knew Draxy's story, and knew that the Elder had come to meet her. When the train stopped, all eyes eagerly scanned the passengers who stepped out on the platform. Two men, a boy, and three women, one after the other; it was but a moment, and the train was off again. "She hain't come," exclaimed voice after voice.
"I'm nothing but a great brute to say that to you just now; but, Draxy, you don't know much about a man's heart yet; you're such a saint yourself, you can't understand how it makes a man feel as if this earth was enough, and he didn't want any heaven, when he loves a woman as I love you," and the Elder threw himself on the ground at Draxy's feet, and laid his face down reverently on the hem of her gown.
The child had clear, calm blue eyes like Draxy's, and an expression of serenity and radiant joy on his tiny face, which made the people wonder.
She did not tell her father of her resolution till they were near the church. Reuben started, but in a moment he said, deliberately, "You're quite right, daughter; may the Lord bless you!" At Draxy's first words, a thrill of astonishment ran over the whole congregation. Everybody knew what was coming.
Sometimes Jane said when she kissed Draxy, at the door of her little room, "Why don't you kiss your pa for good-night?" "I kissed father before you waked up, ma," was always Draxy's quiet answer. And so the years went on. There was much discomfort, much deprivation in Reuben Miller's house.
"He never spoke a word arter we lifted him up. He couldn't ha' suffered any, Mis' Kinney." "P'raps, Mis' Kinney, it'd be a good plan to ondo his clothes afore the doctor gits here," came in confused and trembling tones from one after another of the men who stood almost paralyzed in presence of Draxy's terrible silence. "O Mis' Kinney, jest speak a word, can't ye? O Lord!
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