But to Elsie looking out of her window came the mocking tones of the
idle boys who had chosen as the vehicle of their scorn the very words
which showed the relation of the fool to the eternal, and revealed in
him an element higher far than any yet developed in them. They turned
his glory into shame, like the enemies of David when they mocked the
would-be king. And the best in a man is often that which is most
condemned by those who have not attained to his goodness. The words,
however, even as repeated by the boys, had not solely awakened
indignation at the persecution of the old man: they had likewise
comforted her with the thought of the refuge that awaited both him and
her.
But the same evening a worse trial was in store for her. Again she sat
near the window, oppressed by the consciousness that her brother had
come in. He had gone upstairs, and his dog had remained at the door,
exchanging surly compliments with some of his own kind, when the fool
came strolling past, and, I do not know from what cause, the dog flew at
him. Elsie heard his cry and looked up. Her fear of the brute vanished
in a moment before her sympathy for her friend. She darted from the
house, and rushed towards the dog to drag him off the defenceless idiot,
calling him by his name in a tone of anger and dislike. He left the
fool, and, springing at Elsie, seized her by the arm above the elbow
with such a grip that, in the midst of her agony, she fancied she heard
the bone crack. But she uttered no cry, for the most apprehensive are
sometimes the most courageous. Just then, however, her former lover was
coming along the street, and, catching a glimpse of what had happened,
was on the spot in an instant, took the dog by the throat with a gripe
not inferior to his own, and having thus compelled him to relax his
hold, dashed him on the ground with a force that almost stunned him, and
then with a superadded kick sent him away limping and howling; whereupon
the fool, attacking him furiously with a stick, would certainly have
finished him, had not his master descried his plight and come to his
rescue.
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