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All this news she sent by Johnny, who reports that she is brave and cheerful and as beautiful as ever more beautiful than ever, he said but she talked long of you and Charles, and is said to have seen neither of you." "So Whitelamb is in the conspiracy? Since you have so much of his confidence, you might warn him to be careful. Doubts of our father's wisdom must unsettle him woefully.
John Wesley had walked over from Epworth; and when the bell ceased ringing, and the minutes passed, and still no rector appeared, had stepped quietly to the reading-desk. After service he walked across to the parsonage, knocked gently at the study door and entered. "Brother Whitelamb," he said, "you have need of us, I think, and I know that my father has need of you.
"May I tell him that you will come?" "I will come when he sends for me." Mr. Wesley's message did not arrive until a good fortnight later, during which time John Whitelamb had fallen back upon his own sorrow. He resumed his duties, but with no heart.
Wesley's kindness, but in good heart and hope and such love as can only be between two simple hearts that have proved each other, John Whitelamb and Molly took possession of the small parsonage. They were happy: and of their happiness there is no more to be said, save that it was brief.
Under a sycamore by the churchyard wall at a little distance from the crowd a man stood and listened a clergyman in a worn black gown, a man not old in years but with a face prematurely old, and shoulders that already stooped under the burden of life John Whitelamb. He watched between fear and hope to be recognised. He felt himself worthy of contempt. They had been too hard for him, these Wesleys.
He stepped to the door to summon Johnny Whitelamb: but the sound of voices drew him across the passage to the best parlour, and there at the threshold his eyes fell on Sukey's headdress. "Susannah!" "Yes, father." Sukey stepped forward to be kissed. "Take off that that thing!" "Yes, father." She untied the strings obediently.
I have been passionate, fickle, a fool; but I hope I never shall be ungrateful. Dear sir, is it in my power to serve or oblige you in any way? Glad I should be that you would make use of me. God open all our eyes and lead us into truth wherever it be! John Whitelamb. The answer was delivered to him that same evening.
Either he did not hear or he let slip her meaning. His eyes were on the star, now almost level with the wall's coping. "And this has come to me: to me that was once Johnny Whitelamb of the Charity School!" "And to me," she murmured; "to me poor Grizzle, whom even her parents despised. The stars shine upon all."
And she was not angry: only this was not the old Johnny Whitelamb, but another man in speech and accent, and she felt more than a little afraid of him. "Tell me more of Hetty," she commanded, and resting one hand on her staff pointed to the south-west, where, over the coping of the wall, out of a pure green chasm infinitely deep between reddened clouds of sunset, the evening star looked down.
Late that evening and a little after moonrise, Johnny Whitelamb, going out to the woodstack for a faggot, stood still for a moment at sight of a figure half-blotted in the shadow. "Miss Hetty oh, Miss Hetty!" he called softly. Hetty did not run; but as he stepped to her, let him take her hands and lifted her face to the moonlight. "What are they doing?" she whispered. Johnny was never eloquent.
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