Many were the troubling thoughts which possessed the mind of Tess as she
strode along. In the fulvid depths of her red-brown eyes there dwelt an
expression of misery. As the child took her way through the streets,
with none to care whither she went, her face lighted with a sudden
determination. Frederick had told her to read, to study, to pray--that
these three with faith would save Daddy Skinner from the rope of the
Canadian Indian; but the student, like all those having plenty, forgot
to enquire how Tess was to read without books, or study without anyone
to teach her. True, Tess could pick out a few words which Daddy had
taught her, could haltingly count the stars in the heavens at night, and
the rain-drops on the shanty window. She could read the names upon the
store signs and had often seated herself on the railroad tracks with a
bit of newspaper to stammer forth the words she knew.
But it was a Bible she needed--to learn about the student's God and the
Christ. Tess was more interested in the cross than the crown, more
interested in the nails that had opened the wounds in the Saviour's
hands and feet, than in any royal head-covering that might come in some
future time to her. There was too much misery in her own life, too much
desperate desire for her loved one, to allow the glitter of a promised
crown to affect her. She wanted to know of the suffering Christ, to
read of how He had promised--Here Tess stopped and tossed back the red
hair. What was it she wanted to read about? Ah, yes--not heaven and its
glories nor hell and its terrors, but of Daddy Skinner back in the
shanty.
The Bible would tell her just how to bring him back,--but where should
she get one? At the squatter mission, of course. Tessibel remembered
that once she had been coaxed to enter the mission, but the children had
laughed at her rags and after that she could not be induced to go again.
Then in the bitterness of her heart she had thrown stones and clay from
the edges of the track through the open window upon the other children,
and had been told by the superintendent never to come near the small
church again. But that was four long months ago, and not once
since--since the horror of Daddy's going, had she even looked toward the
mission.
The dusk fell, slowly striking out the day-shadows from the railroad bed
and she halted where the two tracks met. The mission was opposite her.
Would she dare ask for a Bible? A rich, warm light flooded through the
window and then the old squatter who had kept the place in order for
many years came out and closed the door. Tessibel's eyes followed his
form through the dim twilight until he disappeared into his shanty.
Her hand clutched convulsively the knob of the mission door; it yielded
to her touch, and for the second time in her life Tessibel Skinner was
inside the mission room. The small reed organ stood open: a hymn book
stretched back with a rubber band caught her eye. A bright bit of red
carpet wound its way about the altar. The squatter did not pause to
examine the pictures on the wall nor even an instant before the glowing
fire. Her eyes were searching for a Bible--the shade deepening in them
as she sidled toward the nearest seat.
She read "H-y-m-n-a-l" on the back of the first book--dropping it she
gathered up another.
"H-o-l-y B-i-b-l-e," she spelled.
Thrusting it into her blouse, she bounded out into the night, and raced
up the railroad track almost to the Hoghole trestle before she stopped,
satisfied that no one had seen her theft.
Then, taking the book from her bosom, she kissed it reverently.
"Them old fools ain't goin' to have every damn Bible in this here town.
I air a right like them to this un." Again she kissed it, as she
mumbled: "Matthew, Mark, Luke and John."
That night the candle burned longer in the Skinner shanty, and an auburn
head bent over an open book. A faltering voice spelled out the
sufferings of the Nazarene. Once Tess smiled wanly when reading of how
the Saviour had borne all the woes of the world--that any one believing
could be saved. Her head nodded over the pages, and almost instantly the
rapt face dropped upon the open Bible and Tessibel slept.
A strange dream filled her sleep. A great light flashed suddenly into
the sky--Tessibel's sky--and through the brightness of it she could see
the cross with the Man upon it; could see the nail prints in the swollen
flesh, the thorns pressing into the bowed head. Then as Tessibel dreamed
she moved upon the open Bible and groaned with the dream-Christ upon the
cross. Directly in front of the crucified Saviour Daddy Skinner was
coming toward her with the student.
She started up--a cry of disappointed anguish escaping her lips. The
candle had burned out in the grease cup, the wind was rocking the shanty
and making the rafters creak dismally. Tess shivered as she tossed her
clothes upon the floor, and crept exhausted into Daddy's bed. The last
thing she heard was the splashing of her pet eel in the water-pail.
The next morning, on a piece of yellow paper, she scratched Daddy a
small note. Frederick's words that her father would be pleased with it
filled her with a desire to write. For three hours she struggled with
her first letter.
"daddy the ice air a goin out of the lake ben letts air a gettin
well he air a cuss i air lonlie yit without ye i red my bible last
nite i cribbed it frum the mishion it says as how god air gooder
then i thote he wer cum home and i reads as how a brite lite was a
shinin about the cross and as how the christ ruz up here air a
story bout a squatter brat it air bout tess she cride and cride fer
her dady til her eel what she luved herd her and he cride hisself
to deth this here mornin he wer belly up in the bucket i air yer
brat dady
"the man on the cross ruz fer the hull world aint it nise to ruz."
This delicate effusion of love to her father, Tess read over many times.
With pardonable pride she folded it carefully and placed it in the Bible
where she had read about the cross and dying Christ.