A Cry in the WildernessWaller, Mary E. (Mary Ella)
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A Cry in the Wilderness
Waller, Mary E. (Mary Ella)
New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Québec (Province) -- Fiction
Before Mr. Ewart's return, I took counsel with myself--or rather with
my common-sense self. If I were to continue to work in this household,
I must know definitely what I was to do. The fact that I was receiving
wages meant, if it meant anything, that I received them in exchange for
service rendered. The Doctor left the matter in an unsatisfactory,
nebulous state, saying, that if Ewart insisted on paying my salary it
was his affair to provide the work; and thereafter he was provokingly
silent.
I had been too many years in a work-harness to shirk any responsibility
along business lines now, and when, after supper, I heard Jamie say
just before we left the dining-room: "I'm no end busy this evening,
Gordon, I 'll work in here if you don't mind; I 'll be in for
porridge," I knew my opportunity was already made for me. I told Mrs.
Macleod that, as she could not tell me what was expected of me, I
should not let another day go by without ascertaining this from Mr.
Ewart. Perhaps she intentionally made the opening for my opportunity
easier, for when I went into the living-room an hour later, I found Mr.
Ewart alone with the dogs. He was at the library table, drawing
something with scale and square.
"Pardon me for not rising," he said without looking up; "I don't want
to spoil this acute angle; I 'm mapping out the old forest. I 'm glad
you 're at liberty for I need some help."
"At liberty!" I echoed; and, perceiving the humor of the situation, I
could not help smiling. "That's just what I have come to you to
complain of--I have too much liberty."
"You want work?"
It was a bald statement of an axiomatic truth, and it was made while he
was still intent upon finishing the angle. I stood near the table
watching him.
"Yes." I thought the circumstances warranted conciseness, and my being
laconic, if necessary.
"Then we can come to an understanding without further preliminaries."
He spoke almost indifferently; he was still intent on his work. "Be
seated," he said pleasantly, looking up at me for the first time and
directly into my face.
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