第70章
- The Prospector
- Ralph Connor
- 972字
- 2016-03-02 16:32:29
"Say," he said, when Shock had finished, "how did you ever come to leave her? I couldn't 'a' done it, nohow.""She sent me," said Shock simply."There's One she loves better than me." And Ike understood without more explanation.
For the furnishing of the house, and for the equipment of the library and club-rooms, Shock had appealed to his friends in the East through Brown, to whom he gave a full description of the building and the purposes for which it had been erected.The response was so hearty and so generous that, when the loads of house-furnishings, books, magazines, and papers arrived, Shock's heart was full to overflowing with gratitude, and, when a little later he received notice that a cabinet organ had arrived at the railroad depot, he felt that the difficulties and trials of a missionary's life were few and small in comparison with the triumphs and rewards.
At length everything was in place and the building ready for the opening.The preparations for this great event were in the hands of a committee, of which The Kid was chairman; the decorations were left to Ike and Perault; the programme was left to The Kid, assisted by Marion, who had been persuaded not only to sing, herself, but had agreed to train the school children in some action songs.There was to be a grand supper, of course,--nothing Western would be complete without that feature,--and in addition to the ordinary speeches and musical numbers there was to be a nigger-minstrel show with clog-dancing furnished by the miners and lumbermen from the Pass, at Shock's urgent invitation.The whole affair was to be wound up by a grand promenade headed by young Malcolm Forbes, son of a Highland chief, a shy young fellow whom Shock had dug up from a remote valley, and who was to appear in full Highland costume with his pipes.Small wonder that the whole community, from the Fort to the Pass, was tingling with delighted anticipation.Such an event was not only important of itself, but it was hailed as the inauguration of a new era in the country, for with church, school, library, and club they would be abreast of the most advanced Eastern civilisation.
Not only were the people of the Loon Lake district stirred with interest in the opening of their new building, but to a far greater extent than they knew their confidence and even their affection had gathered about the man to whose energy the whole enterprise was due.
During these months they had come to rely upon his judgment as a man of affairs, to trust him for his true human heart, and to regard him with reverence as one touched with a spirit unlike that of the world with which they were familiar--a spirit of generous sympathy with them in all their multitudinous trials and difficulties, a spirit that made him think nothing of himself and much of them.He represented to them religion in a manner at once winning and impressive, as few of them had ever seen it represented before.
At length the great day came, and with it the gathering of the people from all parts far and near.A few farmers who lived toward the Fort came with their wives and children in horse-wagons and ox-wagons; the ranchers with their families drove for the most part in DEMOCRATS and buckboards; but many of the ranchers and their wives and all the cowboys came on horseback.There had never been such a gathering at Loon Lake within the memory of the oldest timer.The preparations for supper were elaborate and impressive.It was important that this part of the evening's proceedings should go off well.As Shock, passing up and down, witnessed the abounding hilarity of those who thronged the supper-tables his mind was relieved of all anxiety as to the success of the entertainment to follow.With great difficulty Sinclair, who was a shy man, was persuaded to preside as chairman.It was only the promise of Shock to support him on the one side and of Father Mike, who was almost as much interested in the success of the entertainment as Shock himself, on the other, that induced Sinclair finally to accept this responsible and honourable position.It was indeed an hour of triumph to Shock and his fellow-workers, and as the entertainment progressed they gathered satisfaction to the full from the manifestations of delight on the part of the audience that packed the building to the doors.
After the entertainment had well begun a stranger appeared at the door asking for the minister.
"Well," said Ike, who was performing the responsible duty of door-keeper, "you can't see him, not now.What's required?""I guess it's pretty important," the stranger said.
"It's a telegram.In fact, it's bad news, so Mr.McIntyre of Big River said.""Bad news!" exclaimed Ike."Mighty bad time to bring bad news.Why couldn't you wait?""Some things can't wait," said the man briefly."Guess you'd better read it, it's open.""Not me," said Ike, shrinking from this liberty."Send for The Kid."In a few moments The Kid appeared and, taking the telegram from Ike, read it.
"The Lord help us!" he exclaimed as he read the wire.He took Ike to one side away from the crowd and read him the words: "'Your mother seriously ill.Doctors hold out no hope of recovery.Signed, BROWN.'""His mother! Say, boss, what'll we do? He thinks a mighty lot of his mother.I've heerd him talk.This will purty nigh kill him, Iguess."
They stood for some moments looking blankly at each other, unwilling to deliver the blow which they knew would strike deep into the heart of the man they had come to love.