Late on that same evening Rover at the old Rectory thought it expedient
to raise his voice in the extreme of exasperation and anger. A stranger
of the sort that ought not to be seen about the Rectory gardens was
daring to approach the back-door right through Rover's special
territory. Luckily for the red-haired giant, Rover could not get at him
beyond the limit of his chain. The giant knocked at the back-door, and
presently a timid-looking woman, who had been called in to help to nurse
Mrs Shelf, opened the door about an inch.
"Now what is up?" she said. "You get out of this; you are a stranger
here, and we don't want parties of your sort about."
"I ha' come," said Sam, "with a message from one as calls herself
Annie."
Mrs Shelf was still lying on the sofa in the kitchen. She was feeling
far too weak and shaky to rise; but at the name strength seemed to come
into her like magic. She tottered off her sofa and approached the door.
"Whoever you are, come right in," she said.
Sam entered and stood gloomily leaning up against the dresser.
"What is your message?" said Mrs Shelf. "Do tell me quickly! Do you
know where Annie Brooke is?"
"In the Great Northern Hospital," said Sam Freeman, "where I left her
this mornin'. She said I was to come here and say--that her sin had
found her out. She guv me five pounds to come and give the message.
It's a sight too much money. I tuk a third-class ticket down, and
'ere's the change." He put three sovereigns and a pile of silver on the
table. "I tuk a return ticket," he said. "I'll be off, arter givin' my
message."
"But tell us everything," said Mrs Shelf. "Why, we are just mad to
know. Whatever do you mean?"
Thus abjured, Sam did tell what little he knew. Annie had come back
with his sister and a friend of hers to their house the night before,
and she had wanted him to help her, and he had arranged to do it. But
in the morning she was taken bad--very bad--and lost her head, only
first of all she was able to give him more than enough money to come to
Rashleigh, and a message which he was to convey to the old folks at the
Rectory.
"Can't make 'ead nor tail on it," said the giant; "for if ever there was
a beautiful, 'eavenly creature, it were her. Why, I tak her in these
arms to the 'ospital. Oh, she's like to die!" he continued. "You'd
best go to Annie if ever you want to see her again."
"And so I will--and this night, too," said Mrs Shelf. "I'll go right
along back with you; but first of all I must send a telegraphic message
to Mr John Saxon."
In vain the neighbour who had been put in charge of Mrs Shelf
expostulated with her in regard to her madness in going to London.
"If this is madness," was the sturdy woman's reply, "I would rather be
mad than sane. Is not _his_ bit lamb in danger and suffering, and am I
the one to keep away from her?"
Sam heard these words without understanding them, but felt immediately
inclined to think that Mrs Shelf was a very good sort. Accordingly,
that very same evening Mrs Shelf and Sam Freeman went up to London by
the very train which had taken Annie the night before. When they
reached London, however, Mrs Shelf bade her companion good-bye.
"I will never cease to thank you as long as I live," she said; "and if
our Annie, our bit lamb, gets better, you will hear from me."
"I won't wait for that ma'am," said Sam. "I'll call every day at the
'ospital to inquire. I can't say no more; there's naught I wouldn't do
for her, ma'am."
He hurried away, his great shock head towering above most of his
fellow-men. Mrs Shelf sighed heavily. At Paddington she got into a
four-wheeler and drove straight to the hotel where she knew John Saxon
was staying.
He was out. She sat down patiently to wait for him. It was past
midnight before he returned. What was his amazement to see the worthy,
homely face of Mrs Shelf as she rose from her seat in a corner of the
hall of the hotel!
"I have no news for you," he said. "My good soul, why did you come to
town? Now this only adds to our complications. I have spent a fearful
day, and have put detectives on poor Annie's track, but up to the
present we have heard nothing."
"Then I have news for you, Mr John. You don't suppose I'd come all the
way to London for nothing." And the good woman repeated the astounding
intelligence which Sam Freeman had brought her.
"A message from the child herself," she said; "and you can guess from
its tone, sir, and the words she used, how bad our poor Annie must be.
Oh, may God spare her, and save her life!"
"Spare her and change her!" murmured John Saxon. "With God all things
are possible. I will go at once to the hospital," he said.
"And you will take me with you, sir?"
"Yes, if you like; but I don't think we can be admitted at this hour."
"Oh, sir! I couldn't stay away. We must at least have a good try.
Haven't I nursed her since she was a little thing--she, who all her days
was really motherless?"
"All right," said Saxon. "We will go at once." The porter who answered
their summons at the great hospital went away immediately to get news
with regard to Annie Brooke. This was the reverse of reassuring. She
was very ill, quite delirious, and could not possibly be seen until the
following morning.
"Then I will wait here," said Mrs Shelf, settling herself down
determinedly. "You can't put me, a woman of my years, into the street.
I will go to her when the day breaks."
When Saxon and Mrs Shelf were allowed to visit Annie she did not know
them. Her delirium ran high, and for days and weeks she lay truly at
the point of death. All that could be done for her was, however, done.
She had special nurses and a private ward; and at long last there came a
day when, in answer to anguished prayers and bitter sorrow, a girl crept
slowly back from the shores of death and lay truly like the shadow of
her former self high and dry above danger and on her way to recovery.
Day after day, slowly, very slowly, almost imperceptibly, her strength
returned, until at last there came an hour when she recognised her old
friends. Then by degrees she returned to health and strength.
It was three months later, and all the events which make up this story
seemed to have passed into a distant part of Annie Brooke's life, when
she and John Saxon had an earnest talk together.
Annie was well once more, but so changed that few would have known her
for the laughing and almost beautiful girl of the early part of that
same year. She had said very little of the past since her recovery, but
on this occasion she made a clean breast of everything to John Saxon.
"I am sorry," she said. "I knew at last what repentance meant when I
passed into that awful state of delirium and when I felt myself face to
face with an angry God. But I have got something in my nature, John,
which makes me tremble for the future. I am very wicked still. What
can I do with my life?"
Then John Saxon made a proposal to her. "Will you and Mrs Shelf and our
friend Sam Freeman, who is an excellent fellow at heart and the very
person for a colonist, take passage with me to Canada? You can start a
new life there, Annie. You have enough money to buy a little land, and
Sam Freeman is the very man to help you. I myself will stay near you
for the first year, and you can start your Canadian life in the house of
a cousin of mine, who, I know, will be only too glad to receive you. In
a new country, dear," continued her cousin, "one can have a clear
horizon, a wider view, a better chance. Take up your cross bravely,
Annie; never forget that you have sinned, but also that you have
repented."
"Do they know at the school?" she asked in a whisper.
"Yes, everything is known; Priscilla told the truth."
"You won't tell me what they said?"
"There is no need to tell you. Your punishment, perhaps, is not to
know. You have done with Mrs Lyttelton's school. Turn your face
towards the West, dear. Think of the new life and the new, clean, fresh
country."
"Yes, oh yes, I will go--I will go."
"Then that is settled," said Saxon, "and I will make immediate
preparations."
On the day before Annie sailed to Canada she was seated in a London
hotel. All the packing had been done. There were really no farewells
to make. Mabel Lushington had never written to her from the day she had
left Zermatt Lady Lushington had doubtless also forgotten her existence.
Her school friends, if they thought of Annie Brooke at all, must think
of her as one whose name should be spoken with bated breath, who was
deceitful, who had gone far astray, and who had finally left her native
land because it was best for her to turn her back on England. There was
no one for Annie to say farewell to, unless indeed, Priscilla Weir. But
she and Priscilla had never been real friends, and was it likely that
Priscilla would think of her now? It made her head ache--for she was
not nearly as strong as before her illness--even to try to remember
Priscilla. She pressed her hand to her forehead. She and John Saxon
and her other friends were to start early on the following day.
Just at that moment the room door was opened. The light had not yet
been turned on. The days were a little dusky. A tall girl came
hurriedly forward. She came straight up to Annie where she sat, dropped
on one knee, and took one of her little, cold hands.
"Annie--Annie Brooke," she said; "I am Priscilla. Have you nothing to
say to me?"
Annie looked at her, at first with a sort of terror, then with a
softened expression in her blue eyes; then all of a sudden they kindled,
there was a smile round her lips, and a radiation spread itself over her
wan little face. She flung her arms round Priscilla.
"Oh! Did you know I was going? Have you come to say good-bye?"
"I only heard it to-day from Mr Saxon," said Priscilla. "Yes, I have
come to kiss you, and to tell you that I, in spite of everything, love
you."
"You can't," said Annie. "You don't know."
"I know everything, Annie. Annie, we have both been in deep waters; we
have both sinned, and God has forgiven us both."
"I am going away," said Annie restlessly. "When I am in another country
I won't hear that awful text echoing so often."
"What text, Annie?"
"`Be sure your sin will find you out.'"
"But it did find you out," said Priscilla; "and that was the very best
thing that could have happened, because then you turned to God; you
could not help yourself; and God, who is infinite in His compassion,
forgave you."
"Oh, do you think so--do you think so?" said Annie, beginning to sob.
"Priscie, I promised him--my angel uncle, my more than father--to meet
him in the home where he is now. Oh Priscie! can I--can I?"
"You will meet him," said Priscilla, with conviction.
"But, Priscie, do you quite know everything?" Annie, as she spoke,
still kept her arms round Priscilla's neck, and her words were whispered
in Priscilla's ears. "Do you know all about Susan Martin and the
poems?"
"Yes," said Priscilla, "I know. Mr Manchuri is going to help Susan;
only, if possible, I should like to have the manuscript book back."
"I sent it back to Susan herself with a letter. I did that to-day,"
said Annie. "It seemed the very last thing left, the final drop in my
cap of humiliation."
"I am so glad," said Priscilla. "Mr Manchuri will help Susan. She is
going to be educated, and will give up dressmaking."
"Who is Mr Manchuri? I seem to know his name and yet to have forgotten
him," said Annie.
"Oh Annie, dear Annie! he belongs to _my_ story. He took me home that
time from Interlaken; and--and I resemble a girl of his who died; and
since then, ever since then, I have been living with him and looking
after him, and he has finally arranged that I am always to stay with him
as his adopted daughter. I am not going to school any more, but I am
being taught--oh! in many and wonderful ways--by my dear, dear friend Mr
Manchuri himself, by the beautiful picture of the girl who went to God
and whom I am supposed to resemble; and I have books as many as I want,
and--oh, I, who have sinned too, am happy, very happy!"
"And what about Mabel?" said Annie.
"Lady Lushington knows all about Mabel. Everybody knows about
everything, Annie. Mabel is to stay at a school in Paris for a year.
It is a good thing for her, too, that things have been found out Annie,
I don't think you need fear that text any more."
"You comfort me," said Annie. "Oh! sometimes, Priscilla, when you pray
to God, ask Him to give me a clean heart, and to renew a right spirit
within me."
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The End.