Christianity, Conversion to -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
After a few minutes indulgence in purely selfish dreams, Eola with all
she meant for him was put resolutely aside. He took out the bundle of
letters that awaited him at the college house and proceeded to read
them afresh, making notes of the replies on the envelopes.
The car moved along the smooth road at a moderate pace. Now and then
the eyes of the occupant ranged over the undulating landscape, resting
with appreciation on the patches of green forest covering the crests of
the hills, and the stretches of rice fields interspersed with
plantations of areca-nut palms in the valleys.
Few travellers were on the road. A string of country carts crept
slowly towards the town, bearing the produce of the rich smiling land
to market. The car shot by with a deep hum that set the wild-eyed
bullocks snorting and backing under their yokes; and transformed the
drivers into kicking fiends. In vain they sought to inspire the
terrified cattle with courage and confidence by a liberal application
of the toe. It was not until the car disappeared in the distance, and
its weird hum was lost to the ear that the bullocks were recalled to
order and a sense of duty, and the drivers were able to drop back into
idle clucking at their beasts.
Six miles of quiet travelling came to an abrupt end. The native
chauffeur pulled up at a signal from a traveller on the road, walking
in the same direction as the car was moving. Alderbury, who was
absorbed in the composition of a letter to the head office of his
society, looked up, and to his amazement recognised Bopaul.
"I am going to ask you a great favour, sir," said the latter after the
exchange of greetings. "I have my sister here. Will you be so good as
to give her a seat in the car; and to take her to your mission-station?"
Alderbury glanced beyond the speaker and caught sight of the shrinking
figure of the widow. Her saree was drawn over her bald head to hide
the mark of shame and disgrace. Her eyes were cast down, and the hand
that grasped the coarse cloth to keep it in position trembled.
"Of course you take the responsibility upon yourself, Bopaul," said
Alderbury looking at the girl with pity born of an intimate knowledge
of what widowhood meant for one so young.
"Certainly, sir," responded Bopaul quickly.
"She will be at perfect liberty to return if the family desire it. It
does our work no good to have even the semblance of abduction."
"You need have no fear of trouble, sir. My people will make no
objection whatever. If her husband were alive it would be quite
another matter; but with a widow!" he smiled with gentle cynicism,
"whoever heard of any regret being felt at the absence or even the
death of a Hindu widow?"
"Very well; I will take your word for it that all is well, and that I
am only carrying out the general wish of the family. Let her get in
the car at once, as I must be going on my way, or I shall be benighted."
"She will sit by the chauffeur."
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