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But, strange as it may appear, she lived to alter her mind, and to thank and bless Mr. Beresford for taking her old friend's place on that great occasion. But while the bride dressed for church, and her bridemaids and friends drove up, events were taking place to deal with which I must retrograde a step. Jael Dence having gone to Woodbine Villa, Mrs.
I am a lost creature; nothing is left me but to die." Jael got her to bed, and sleep came at last to her exhausted body; but, even when her eyes were closed, tears found their way through the lids, and wetted her pillow. So can great hearts and loving natures suffer. Can they enjoy in proportion? Let us hope so. But I have my doubts. Henry Little kept his word, and came early next morning.
Are you and I to be friends, Jael?" She nodded. "I'm no half-way adventurer. I'll make your fortune," she said, "if you'll come the whole way with me, and stay this side of Jordan." He shook his head and smiled back at her. "You've your work cut out to keep Ali Higg off the rocks, Jael." "There's no room for two of you," she answered darkly. "I guess not."
As soon as ever they were alone, he seized both Jael's hands, and, looking her full in the face, said: "One word is she alive?" "She is." "Thank god! Bless the tongue that tells me that. My good Jael! my best friend!" And, with that, kissed her heartily on both cheeks. She received this embrace like a woman of wood; a faint color rose, but retired directly, and left her cheek as pale as before.
Jael ran out to fetch some, in spite of a despairing gesture, by which the young man tried to convey to her it was no use. "Wine can do me no good, nor death no harm. Why did I ever enter this house?" "Oh, Mr. Little, don't look so; don't talk so," said Grace, turning pale, in her turn. "Are you ill? What is the matter?" "Oh, nothing. What should ail me? I'm only a workman.
"Bravo!" said John, when we stood all together in the barricaded house, and heard the threatening murmur of voices and feet outside. "Bravo, Jael! The wife of Heber the Kenite was no braver woman than you." She looked gratified, and followed John obediently from room to room. "I have done all as thee bade me thee art a sensible lad, John Halifax. We are secure, I think."
"Behold all that is left of the father of Jael, the fisherman who followed the call of the Gaulonite to liberty from oppression, nor was the head that once this covering clung to, allowed its right to rot in a decent tomb. What hast thou of help to offer the oppressed?" and with a sudden twist he wrapped the cloth about his outstretched hand and held it toward the kurios.
Amboyne thanked him it was dusk by this time and was soon seated at that hospitable table, with a huge wood fire blazing genially. Meantime Jael Dence sat crouched upon her father's grave, stupefied with grief. When she had crouched there a long time she got up, and muttered, "Dead and gone! dead and gone!"
He now drew some more arabesques on the remaining part of the board, and told Miss Carden she must follow those outlines with the saw, and he would examine her work on Monday morning. He then went off with a quick, independent air, as one whose every minute was gold. "If you please, miss," said Jael, "is he a real working man, or only a gentleman as makes it his pastime?" "A gentleman!
Jael sat and sewed, and often looked quickly up at the window, as some footstep passed, and then looked down again and sighed. Young Little never came. He seemed to have disappeared from both their lives; quietly disappeared. Next day, Sunday, Jael came to Miss Carden, after morning church, and said, meekly, "if you please, miss, may I go home?" "Oh, certainly," said Grace, a little haughtily.
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