Christian life -- Fiction; Courtship -- Fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Physicians -- Fiction; Teachers -- Fiction
Mr. Linden looked at her while she spoke, gravely and intently enough;
but then he looked away at the river again, and probably read problems
in its soft rippling waters, for he spoke not. Overhead a hawk sailed
noiselessly to and fro, on spread wings,--in the trees close at hand a
squirrel chattered and barked with his mouth full. The afternoon light
left Kildeer river step by step, and the shadows crept after.
Now the one white speck of cloud reflected in that peaceful stream was
no break in its beauty,--it marred nothing, nay, even brought a little
glow of its own to replace the sunbeams. Yet at that speck did Mr.
Linden take aim--sending his pebble so surely, so powerfully, that the
mirror itself was shattered to the remotest shore! Then he stood up and
announced that it was time to go.
Faith stood up, but stood still, and waited somewhat anxiously upon the
answer to her question.
"Then, Mr. Linden, you will not speak of it any more?"
"The witness is discharged," he answered lightly, and walking on.
She sprang after and placed herself directly in his way.
"Mr. Linden--please give me your promise!"
He looked down at her with eyes that were a little moved.
"Miss Faith," he said, "please give me yours!"
"For what?" said Faith.
"That you will trust me--and not ask what I do."
"Yes,"--said Faith,--"but--You must trust _me_, Mr. Linden," she said
smiling at him,--"and believe me that this is nothing for you to take
up--mere nonsense;--nothing at all to-morrow,--it is nothing to me now.
I want your word."
She wanted it very much, it was easy to see; but beyond that, her face
did not belie her words.
"I don't suppose Mrs. Derrick ever called you 'naughty child'"--said
Mr. Linden,--"but if ever she did she might to-night. Look where the
sun is--and where I am,--and guess where those boys are! Come--" and it
was not easy to resist the hand that again took hold of hers, nor the
quick pace at which he went forward.
And for some fields' length Faith yielded and went as fast as he
pleased. Then as he stopped to put up a bar-place she said again, very
gently but firmly too, standing before him,
"Mr. Linden, I think I have a _right_ to ask this. I know what I ask,
but you do not."
"I never questioned your right, Miss Faith."
"Then you'll not deny it to me?"
"What is your idea of trust?" said Mr. Linden, replacing the last bar.
"That it is something I ought to have just now," said Faith, smiling a
little.
He stood leaning on the bars and looking at her--a kind look, that she
might well trust.
"Child," he said, "you don't know what you are talking about--and I do.
And if you will not trust me any further than you can see me, you don't
deserve to be called Miss Faith any longer! Now don't you think I have
a right to get home and attend to my duties?"
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