THE WATCHMAN.
So tired was Daisy, after all the labor and excitement of the day, that
as soon as she had finished her story she fell asleep. Maud tried until
she was tired to arouse her sister, and make her talk some more; but
Daisy, except for her quiet breathing, was like one dead.
Maud could not sleep; she listened to the howling of the storm, and then
remembered the grave she had seen through Daisy's spectacles, out there
in the night; and then her sister's vision of the beautiful, shining
city, whose people were clothed in light, and thought of the highest
among them all, the King, who waited for her love.
"He will not care for Daisy, with her wise little face, when once he has
seen mine," thought Maud. "I shall wear my finest garments, and put on
my most stately and haughtiest look, to show him I am not like common
people. I hope he does not know that every thing I have comes from that
wretched old dame."
Here there sounded a rattling at the door latch, as if some one were
coming into the cabin. Maud's heart beat loud and fast for fright; she
imagined that dreadful things were about to happen, and scolded poor
Daisy, as if she could hear, for pretending to be asleep.
Then came quick flashes of lightning, that made the room like noonday
for one instant; and then thunder in crashing peals, that sounded more
dreadful in the silent night; and then a stillness, through which Maud
could hear the voices of the wolves, and the heavy, pelting drops.
Sometimes she thought the river would swell, and swell, till it flooded
into the cabin, and drowned them both; sometimes she thought the
lightning would kill her at a flash, or the wolves would break through
the slender door, and eat her up, or the wind would blow the cabin down,
and bury her.
Wasn't it strange that the thought never came to her, as she lay there
trembling, what a poor, weak thing she was, and how good the fairy had
been to keep all mischief from her until now?
She did think of the fairy, at length, and resolved to call her help, if
it were possible. She lighted a lamp, and held it so near Daisy's eyes
as almost to burn the lashes off; this she found better than shaking or
scolding, for Daisy started up from her pleasant dreams, and asked where
she was and what was happening.
"That!" said Maud, as a still sharper flash of lightning ran across the
sky, and then thunder so loud that it drowned Maud's angry voice.
Daisy covered her face, for the lightning almost blinded her, and then
first found that she had fallen asleep with the fairy spectacles on.
"Come, selfish girl," said Maud, "look through your old glasses; and if
they are good for any thing, you can find what has become of the dame,
and if she is still awake and watching over us."
Then Daisy told how she had been once to the old woman's cave; and if it
were not for leaving her sister alone, would go again to-night.
Maud would not listen to this at first, but told Daisy that she was
deceiving her, and only wanted to creep off somewhere and sleep, and
leave her to be eaten by the wolves. As she spoke, Daisy's face lighted
all at once with the beautiful smile which Peter saw, the day that she
was born.
"O Maud, listen, and you will not be afraid," she said in her gentle
voice. "I seemed to see, just now, the night, and the storm, and our
cabin, and myself asleep--all as if in a picture. The lightning flashed
and thunder rolled; the wolves were creeping about the door, and
sniffing at the threshold, and the cabin rocked in the wind like a
cradle.
"But just where you are standing, Maud, was an angel bending over me,
and shading my eyes from the dazzle with her own white wings. She had
such a quiet, gentle face as I never saw any where except in my vision
of our Father's house."
"Were her eyes black, or blue like mine? I wonder if Christ ever saw
her."
"I do not remember the color; but her eyes were full of love, and pity,
and tenderness; and when I seemed to awake, and look up at her, she
pointed out into the night."
"And there, I suppose, you will pretend that you saw something else very
fine--as if I should believe such foolish stories! But talk on, for it
keeps you awake."
"No, Maud, nothing seemed beautiful after the angel's face; but I saw a
strong city, with walls, and towers on the walls, and with watchmen
walking to and fro to keep robbers away. And I saw a great house, as
large as a hundred of ours, with heavy doors, and bolts, and locks, and
many servants--strong men, sleeping in their beds, for it was night.
"And in one of the inmost rooms, where all was rich and elegant, and the
carpet was soft as moss, and the muslin curtains hung like clouds, lay a
girl about my age, but a great deal more beautiful, asleep."
"Was she handsomer than I?" interrupted Maud.
"I had not time to ask myself; for, as I looked, the door opened softly,
and two thieves crept in, and snatched the jewels that lay about the
room, and then, seeing a bracelet on her white arm, went towards the
bed.
"I was about to scream, when the fairy softly put her hand before my
mouth, and pointed again.
"As soon as the thief touched her arm, the girl awoke, and shrieked
aloud; and, when they could not quiet her cries, the men struck at her
with their sharp knives, and left her dead.
"Then the angel whispered, 'Daisy, there is only one hand that can save;
there is one eye that watches, over rich and poor, the crowded city and
the lonely wood, alike. That eye is God's; unless he keep the city, the
watchman walketh in vain.'
"So, Maud, the angel will take care of us, if we only trust in her."
Maud's fears were quieted so far by Daisy's words, that she urged her
sister now to go and seek the dame, and leave her there alone.
The truth was, Maud had a feeling that, if poor little Daisy had an
angel to watch over her, she, who was so much more beautiful, could not
be left to perish. Perhaps, even the glorious Christ would come; and if
he did, she would rather not have her sister in the way.