India -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Missions -- India -- Fiction
Mr. Hartley, when leading the family devotions, did not omit offering a
special petition for the young wife thus about to commence mission work.
He prayed earnestly that her mouth might be opened, and that the Lord
might be her strength in weakness, and her stronghold in trouble.
Especially did the venerable man pray that being emptied of all
self-seeking and self-will, his daughter might be a chosen and
sanctified vessel, meet for the Master’s use. Alicia felt solemnized as
well as strengthened by the prayer.
Both Harold and Robin accompanied the doli as far as the gate of the
fort, and lingered near till at the summons of the rattled chain the
door was opened by Kripá Dé. His fair, bright young face spoke welcome,
and with native courtesy the Kashmiri youth relieved the lady of the
weight of her bag. At Kripá’s sign the dogs ceased to bark, and the
nervous buffaloes that were still in the court-yard showed stolid
indifference to everything but their food. The cow was so quietly
ruminating that Alicia was ashamed of having ever been afraid of so
harmless a creature. Passing through the second doorway, where the Hindu
girls had stood, Alicia, with her guide, entered another but smaller
yard, where were a good many noisy, curious children in scanty apparel.
This being also passed, Alicia through a third doorway entered the
building itself. As the fort was high, the visitor had an idea that she
would have to mount a staircase; but entering suddenly almost complete
darkness, Alicia was unable at first to see the least indication of
steps. In this part of the country staircase-windows were luxuries quite
unknown.
“Where is the stair? I can see nothing. Must I turn to the right or the
left?” said the young lady, stretching out her hand to feel the brick
wall.
“This way,” cried Kripá Dé in front; and Alicia could now dimly trace
the steps before her. They were steep, narrow, and not in particularly
good condition. Alicia had a vague consciousness of plenty of dust below
and cobwebs above.
“How strange it is,” thought the lady, as she groped her upward way,
“that people of high caste and easy means, living in a large, lofty
house, should not care for comfort, cleanliness or light. What a
marvellous difference Christianity makes even in what only belongs to
this world!”
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