Part 24 (1/2)
You looked up to her and looked down upon me. At least it seemed so.”
”My dear child, you have misunderstood the whole thing. I gave Martha just what she wanted most; she likes to be looked up to. And I gave you what I thought you wanted most, my tenderest love. And I expected that I should have your sympathy amid the trials with which I am burdened, and that with your strong nature I might look to you to help me bear them. I know you have the worst of it, dear child, but then you have twice my strength. I believe women almost always have more than men.”
”I have, indeed, misunderstood you. I thought you liked to have them here, and that Martha's not fancying me influenced you against me.
But now I know just what you want of me, and I can give it, darling.”
After this all our cloud melted away. I only long to go home and show Ernest that he shall have one cheerful face about him, and have one cheerful voice.
AUGUST 12.-I have had a long letter from Ernest to day. He says he hopes he has not been selfish and unkind in speaking of his father and sister as he has done, because he truly loves and honors them both, and wants me to do so, if I can. His father had called them up twice to see him die and to receive his last messages. This always happens when Ernest has been up all the previous night; there seems a fatality about it.
Chapter 15
XV.
OCTOBER 4
HOME again, and with my dear Ernest delighted to see me. Baby is a year old to-day, and, as usual, father, who seems to abhor anything like a merry-making, took himself off to his room. To-morrow he will be all the worse for it, and will be sure to have a theological battle with somebody.
OCTOBER 5.-The somebody was his daughter Katherine, as usual. Baby was asleep in my lap and I reached out for a book which proved to be a volume of Shakespeare which had done long service as an ornament to the table, but which n.o.body ever read on account of the small print.
The battle then began thus:
Father.-” I regret to see that worldly author in your hands, my daughter.”
Daughter-a little mischievously.-”Why, were you wanting to talk, father?
”No, I am too feeble to talk to-day. My pulse is very weak.”
”Let me read aloud to you, then.”
”Not from that profane book.”
”It would do you good. You never take any recreation. Do let me read a little.”
Father gets nervous.
”Recreation is a snare. I must keep my soul ever fixed on divine things.”
”But can you?”
”No, alas, no. It is my grief and shame that I do not.”
”But if you would indulge yourself in a little harmless mirth now and then, your mind would get rested and you would return to divine things with fresh zeal. Why should not the mind have its seasons of rest as well as the body?”
”We shall have time to rest in heaven. Our business here on earth is to be sober and vigilant because of our adversary; not to be reading plays.”
”I don't make reading plays my business, dear father. I make it my rest and amus.e.m.e.nt.”
”Christians do not need amus.e.m.e.nt; they find rest, refreshment, all they want, in G.o.d.”
”Do you, father?”