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"Uncle Benny," said he, holding out his wasted hand, "the school-house is very dark I'll go home now." So Vesty's heart was broken in her, and to me she came, as to a father, or more as to a friendly, favoring ghost. "Take me back to the Basin!" "Yes." She sat in a kind of patient apathy, numb, her heart faithful with the dead. "How little Gurd will call for you when he sees you again!"
We were in right Basin fashion now, only by needs it was Vesty's arm that was about me. "Am I dead, Vesty?" said I, half believing it in my bliss; besides, I had ever a great appreciation of the Irish humor. "Oh, don't, major; don't!" said Vesty; "you saved me from getting terribly hurt, they say or " "Ugh!" I groaned. "Your poor arm!" said she. "Oh, the pain!" "Nothing pains me," said I.
The old mariner's voice failed him; he sat down. "Vesty," said Elder Skates, and cleared his throat huskily; "Vesty, will you start 'The Tempests broke on Thee'?" Vesty's voice: "'O Christ, it broke on Thee! Thy open bosom was my ward, It braved the storm for me. Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred, O Christ, it broke on Thee!"
He passed, singing, out of sight with the children: "Sail away to Galilee, Sail away to Galilee, Put on your long white robe of peace, And sail away to Galilee!" Vesty was his home; he walked on toward her threshold. Vesty's father had taken a new wife, and Vesty was almost always seen now with a baby in her arms. They looked up, as if expecting him. "Why did you not come, Vesty?" said her lover.
Her heart was leaping with joy and pride of him; still, she saw Gurdon's look. "Yes." "Why must some one always be hurt?" "We go to school, but the schools can't teach us anything, Vesty. "'Oh, sail away to Galilee, Sail away to Galilee!" he hummed airily, gayly. "What was it you 'told them' back there, Vesty?" Where now was Vesty's Sunday face? You would look far to find it.
I heard Vesty's penalty pronounced; it was, to go and put her hand upon "the handsomest man in the room." She began to move, with her lovely, erect head and brilliant, averted smile, toward the fireplace. Surely she would not put any ignominy or mockery upon me ah, no! I knew in my heart.
It was Vesty's hand that had wrung mine. Captain Rafe, after he lost his sons, hardly spoke without drawing his own trembling hand along his piteous face. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Vesty spoke to me so softly, as if her head were turned, or she were wandering in a dream. "When Gurdon had anything that anybody needed, and they asked him for it, he always gave it them.
"Well," said I, "I must try and straighten myself up again," and with that endeavor the pain did cut me so cruelly I fainted, quite without any maiden affectation, back again on to Vesty's arm. "Try and think," said she, when I could hear her voice, "that I am some old woman, just trying to take care of you somebody not disagreeable to you, and keep still till we get home."
"He will be a great man," she said: "he is already famous, that is to be great." "As Christ went down the Lonesome Road," sang Uncle Benny, who was voluntary housekeeper at Vesty's during some hours of the day, while the father and boys were away at the fishing: "As Christ went down the Lonesome Road Sail away to Galilee. He left the Crown and He took the Cross! Sail away to Galilee.
Off there in the bay, sublimely guarding and making a gateway to its waters, were two little green mountain peaks of islands, just a narrow surge of the waters flowing between; the "Lions," the "Twin Brothers," they were called. One does not look off daily, from one's very infancy, on such a view for nothing. Mrs. Garrison saw the "lion" in Vesty's quick-divining eyes, and was glad.
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