when donald neil left glenoro his pastor drew a breath of relief. donald's conduct towards him, since the day of the picnic had been above reproach, but try as he would, he could not help associating all his troubles with that young man. with his removal the minister was not surprised to find that his affairs settled down to their old happy level. the story of his youthful frivolity was dying out; when coonie furnished a new variation of it every day, sensible people ceased to believe even the original. the young people, always ready to follow him, convinced themselves, though somewhat reluctantly, that he had acted rightly regarding the organ; and the older folk considered his conduct in that affair wise beyond his years.
without any volition on his part he gradually drifted into his old intimacy with jessie hamilton. since her reconciliation with donald he had enjoyed very little of her company, and had missed it more than he cared to admit. jessie admired him profoundly; the very fact of his being a minister set him immeasurably above all the other young men of her acquaintance. he must be a wonder of goodness and unselfishness, the girl felt, to give up his whole life to the service of god, and she was filled with a sublime joy to find that he deigned to single her out to assist him in his great work. though she never dreamed of setting him above her hero, she felt compelled to admit that he must be a great deal better than don, for don had lately scouted the idea of being a minister. she felt herself highly privileged to be the friend of such a man. and since he was engaged to be married, there could be no harm in her being friendly with him.
whatever mistakes john egerton made, they were committed with the best intentions. he determined, while enjoying jessie's friendship, to maintain a strictly impartial position among the young ladies of his congregation. but somehow fate seemed against him. the very night after donald left there was a husking bee at big archie red mcdonald's in the oa, and as he sat down in the long, noisy row of boys and girls and helped to fill the barn with laughter and dust, he found himself next to jessie. he had never seen her look prettier, and she had never found him more entertaining. he threw himself into the work with all his might, and was so gay and so witty, that the common verdict was spoken by big archie red's bigger and redder son, that "they didn't know what fun was until the minister came." he could not resist the pleasure of a walk down the great terraces in the moonlight in such pleasant company as jessie afforded. that walk was the beginning of it; what was to be the end, all glenoro was in a fever to know. there was no doubt of one thing; the minister was "keeping company" with john hamilton's second girl whether his congregation liked it or not.
for a short season john egerton experienced an uncomfortable sensation that he was not acting just rightly. this was at thanksgiving time, when he paid his first visit to toronto. as the train whirled him northward again, through the sunlit spaces of brown earth and blue sky, he told himself positively that he had gone too far with the little village belle, and that he must hereafter walk more circumspectly. for when he had found himself once more in the stately home of the woman he loved, and helen, tall and beautiful, had swept into the spacious drawing-room to greet him, he realised, for the first time, what a difference lay between the queenly young woman of society and the simple little country girl who had been absorbing such a dangerously large amount of his time and thoughts. helen, so composed, so elegantly poised, so thoroughly at home in the best social circles of the city, would be a perfect companion for him, one in every way suited to take her place at his side in the brilliant career he had mapped out for himself. jessie would have looked out of place, he feared, in helen's elegant home.
but when he returned, and met the glenoro girl coming down the northern hill, her nut-brown curls dancing in the wind, her cheeks crimson from its caress, her eyes as clear and radiant as the river which flashed before her, he was forced to admit that jessie was as perfectly in accord with her surroundings as helen had been in the flower-scented drawing-room. he was bewildered. was it possible, he asked himself, for a man to have two natures, quite distinct in tastes? he worried himself almost to distraction over the question; but as there was no one to answer it, he drove it from his mind by spending the evening at the hamiltons' teaching jessie to play chess.
and so the autumn passed very merrily for the minister of glenoro, disturbed only by occasional doubts as to his course, until, with the opening of winter, came the christmas holidays and donald neil. duncan polite's heart grew happy again under his boy's sunny presence. donald's deep regret at the disappointment he was causing his best friend made him assiduous in his attentions to duncan. he spent so much of his time at the old shanty on the hill that the old man's cares were for the time forgotten.
unfortunately, donald's advent brought anything but peace in other quarters. john egerton asked himself with keen self-reproach if it were possible that he was jealous of the young man. he could not help resenting donald's cool manner of appropriating jessie's time and attention. the young minister was not accustomed to being set aside in that lordly fashion. he felt it was high time that this haughty youth, who had behaved so ill to him ever since his arrival in glenoro, was taught a lesson. he would show him that john egerton was to be shoved aside by no man. so he steadily continued his visits to the hamiltons', and abated not one whit his attentions to their pretty daughter.
those were exciting days for glenoro. coonie was kept so busy manufacturing and spreading tales of the rivals, that he quite neglected miss cotton, and sometimes even forgot to linger on the road. jessie, herself, seemed to enjoy the excitement as much as anyone. perfectly secure in the knowledge that donald loved her, and equally sure of her love for him, she felt there could be no harm in having "a little fun." she was carried away by the flattery, and took a foolish pleasure in encouraging both young men. she lived only in the intoxication of the moment, quite careless of the fact that she was laying up sorrow for herself as well as for others.
the winter had opened with a severe frost preceding the snow, and the oro was a glittering sheet of ice. in the daytime the school children covered the shining expense, and when a game of shinny was in progress mr. watson might ring his bell till it cracked. but in the evenings the grown-up youth of the village appropriated the pond. every night it was black with skaters, while occasionally a group would spin away up the river under the dark, over-shadowing banks.
the pond, however, was the centre of attraction. for several evenings wee andra had been furnishing hilarious entertainment for the village by his agonized efforts to skate. donald had undertaken the herculean task of instructing him in the art, and no one envied him his position. for while the glenoro giant was not utterly devoid of agility on his native element, on the ice, and crippled by skates, he was as helpless as an ocean steamship without an engine and almost as difficult to navigate. the crowd generally gave him a wide space for their gyrations, for, when wee andra succumbed to the forces of gravity he never managed to descend unaccompanied.
one evening the tutor called in reinforcements. it was the last night of his holidays and he did not want to spend it all on even such a faithful friend as andrew. so donald summoned allan fraser to assist him in piloting his unsteady burden to the other shore. with their pupil hanging helpless between them, the two young men staggered uncertainly along, followed by a noisy crowd, very merry, and very prodigal of advice of a highly mirth-provoking order. between his frantic lunges the victim was vowing death and destruction to all and sundry, from his faithful teachers down, as soon as he was free from the accursed shackles. the young man's wrath was not appeased by the fact that his supporters were weak with laughter and that bella hamilton was skimming gaily up the river with mack fraser, the most expert skater on the pond.
jessie was circling around with maggie, waiting for donald. she had promised him this last evening. he was to join her as soon as he had dragged his friend once more over the slippery circuit. just as donald turned away, the minister came skating smoothly towards her. he had just arrived. would miss jessie not come up the river a little way with him? she glanced across the pond. the boys were still struggling manfully with their wobbling burden. they could not be back for some time, she reflected. don would never know if she took just one little skate up to the school house and back. she gave the minister her hand and they glided up the winding silvery track to where the moonlight was hidden by the towering river banks.
meanwhile, wee andra, goaded to desperation by his absolute lack of success and the facetious remarks which were rendering his guides weak and incompetent, resolved to give up the hopeless struggle. he shoved aside his supporting comrades fiercely, and came down upon the ice with a crash that seemed as if he had decided to end his tortures samson-like and die with his tormentors. but fortunately the ice held.
he tore off his skates, and, hurling them in the direction whence had arisen most of the remarks upon his uncertain locomotion, leaped up and charged headlong into the ranks of the enemy.
very much relieved, donald skated back eagerly to jessie. when he reached the spot where he had left her, he saw her disappearing with his rival up the glittering pathway. donald's face grew dark with anger. he was too indignant to consider that he had returned much sooner than she expected. he realised only that she had left him on this his last night, and for that fellow! he turned with a fierce jerk, and almost skated into maggie. that young lady was darting wildly here and there in her efforts to elude syl todd. whatever trouble syl might have with his head, he was the perfection of nimbleness with his feet, and maggie was almost cornered. she clutched donald's arm.
"oh, don," she cried, "get me out o' this. that crazy little mosquito is after me again!"
glad of an excuse for swift motion, donald caught her hands and swept her forward with a force that made her gasp. away they spun in a mad race up the river, maggie propelled by the impulse of a wild glee, donald by the anger that was consuming him. neither had any thought of the direction they were taking, neither dreamed that their winged flight was to be a race with death.
a few moments earlier jessie had declared that they must turn back. they had gone farther up the river than they had ever ventured before, and she was troubled at the thought that donald might be waiting. john egerton felt chagrined at her evident anxiety to return. he could not shut his eyes to the fact that donald was very much to her, perhaps everything. "let us cross here, and go down the other side," he suggested, wishing to prolong the pleasure. they glided out from the shadow of the overhanging cliffs, the ice ringing beneath their feet. here the banks were close together, and a narrow strip of moonlight marked the middle of the stream. just as they touched its silvery edge, there came a loud crackling sound. john egerton realised with appalling suddenness that he had made a fatal mistake. with a powerful swing of his arm he sent the girl flying forward. "to the shore!" he shouted. before jessie could grasp his meaning she felt herself darting forward with the impetus from his arm, and at the same instant the ice beneath her companion gave way with a sickening crash, and he was engulfed in the swirling black water.
the girl's wild scream of terror was scarcely uttered when there was a rush past her; she realised as if in a dream that maggie was beside her and that someone was darting out towards the middle of the river, grasping a stout rail. the sisters clung to each other for an instant in dumb fear, as they saw in the narrow strip of moonlight, the minister's head, just above the black hole. he was clinging desperately to the edge of the ice, which broke off now and then in his benumbed grasp. donald shouted a word of encouragement, and laying the rail upon the ice he threw himself across it and worked cautiously forward. as he went down upon the rail there was a cry from the bank.
"oh, jess, don's in too!" gasped maggie, faint with terror. jessie's heart stood still. in the darkness of the shadow donald's figure was scarcely discernible to her terrified gaze.
"oh, he's gone down," she cried; "if he drowns i'll die!" she tore herself from maggie's grasp and shot down the stream calling for help.
as donald reached cautiously forward and clutched the drowning man in an iron grip, jessie's cry of terror floated out to him. he never dreamed of applying the words to himself. in the whirl of the moment he scarcely grasped their meaning. that came to him later with overwhelming force. with all his strength he was struggling to draw his burden up on the ice. but already jessie had returned with assistance; another rail was being propelled towards the dangerous spot, another pair of strong arms were stretched out and in a few moments the young minister was dragged back, unconscious, into safety.
the next morning brought to john egerton a vivid recollection of the last night's events. his first impulse was to get out of his bed and go straight to donald and thank him from the bottom of his full and humble heart. but mrs. mcnabb sat at his side, sympathetic but inexorable. he was not to move out of his bed that day, she commanded; mrs. fraser had left instructions to that effect. the helpless prisoner appealed to peter junior. that young man came into the room before going to his work to see if his hero had quite recovered. "see what your mother's doing to me, pete," he complained, half laughingly. "i'm as well as you are, and she won't let me get up. i want to see donald. he pulled me out all alone, didn't he?"
peter junior was a garrulous youth of seventeen indiscreet summers. he was enthusiastic over donald's courageous deed. "you just bet he did, mr. egerton!" he cried, seating his blacksmith's overalls on the minister's immaculate white counterpane, too eager to notice that his mother was telegraphing frantic disapproval. "you just bet! mack fraser got there in time to give a little pull, but don did the most of it. say! but it was fine though! all the fellows 'round said it was jist nip an' tuck for about a minit whether he'd go in himself or not!"
"it was simply splendid of him!" cried the minister warmly. "i shall never be able to thank him."
mrs. mcnabb left the room for a few minutes and her son became confidential.
"say, though," he exclaimed sympathetically, "all the fellows was sayin' last night it must be kind o' awkward for you, havin' don pull you out. they're all wonderin' how jessie hamilton'll take it."
if mrs. mcnabb had happened to take her patient's temperature at that moment she would have been highly alarmed. but it was impossible to resent peter's blundering sympathy.
"where's donald?" he asked, with an effort. "i must see him."
"he went off this mornin' early. sandy drove him to mapletown. don't know what he was in such a fearful rush for. allan fraser's goin' on the same train an' he doesn't go till the afternoon. hello, there's flo yellin' at me. now, you take care o' yourself, an' do what mother tells you," he added, rising, and gazing affectionately at the young minister. "you'll soon be all right. there's been about a thousand people here this mornin' already askin' for you."
john egerton scarcely heard the kindly words. left alone he turned his face to the wall. he was descending the valley of bitter humiliation and regret. donald neil, the young man he had almost hated, had saved his life at the risk of his own, and had then gone off apparently to escape his thanks. did the young man despise him so much then? his conscience smote him relentlessly as he went over the events of the past two weeks. how must his conduct have looked in donald's eyes? and he the minister, the guide and example of the young men of the community. it was impossible to bear his self-accusation and lie inactive. in spite of his landlady's prayers and protests he insisted upon rising. he felt rather weak and giddy, but he got to his writing desk and there poured out his repentant soul in a letter to donald. he thanked him humbly from the bottom of his heart for the great service he had rendered him. he hinted that if he had ever done donald an injury, either in word or action, he was willing to make amends ten-fold. he declared that he was ready, nay anxious, to do anything or everything that donald might suggest that would in any small way help to repay him for what he had done.
donald was touched by the letter. it was impossible not to read the sorrow and repentance in it, not to feel its ring of truth. he pondered over it deeply. a man who could write such a letter as that could not but be honourable, he reflected. and why should he blame him for falling in love with jessie? indeed donald confessed that he did not see how he could help it. and was he justified in hating the man because he had won that which he himself had lost? it was hard to be generous, but donald's nature was so essentially honest he could not but respond to the heartfelt words. he intended to answer the letter the very next evening, but was prevented by an invitation to the home of one of his professors.
donald was glad to escape from his own moody thoughts, so, early in the evening, he found himself packed into a layer of fellow students against the wall of the crowded drawing-room. he was listening absently to the strains of music that floated in from another room, when he felt himself clutched violently from behind. he turned to meet an elegant young man, small and dapper, who was struggling eagerly to his side. donald recognised him as a law student whose field of labour was in society, and who went by the name of dickey deane.
"i say, mcdonald," he whispered eagerly, when he had dragged donald aside, "don't you hail from glenoro, or some such place, and don't you occasionally masquerade under the title of neil?"
donald confessed that he was guilty on both counts.
the young man slapped him joyously upon the back. "by jove!" he cried enthusiastically, "i've found you at last! come along here, my eureka; there's a young lady here waiting to fall down and worship you. didn't you pull the reverend egerton out of a hole in the ice at christmas? you close beggar, why couldn't you tell people? and jack egerton's your minister! well, jupiter, wouldn't that drive anyone to drink! you'll know all about miss weir-huntley, then. she's had me doing amateur detective work for nearly a week, running down a glorious hero by the name of neil. i didn't know you had to travel incog. come along here; you may be a questionable character, for all i know, but she thinks you're neptune's own son. there she is, under the lamps, the goddess in pale green. isn't she a stunner? don't you wish you had let the reverend jack go under?"
donald's grip brought the young man's headlong progress to a sudden termination. his brain was in a whirl. the young lady's name had awakened vague memories of glenoro gossip.
"hold on there," he said firmly, "what are you raving about? who is miss weir-huntley anyway, and what under the canopy does she want with me?"
"why, you unshorn, backwoods lamb, she's the belle of toronto! she's jack egerton's dearly-beloved, and finally and most important of all, she's the faithful and adoring worshipper of your glorious self!"
but donald was in no mood for levity. he looked across the heads of the crowd at the regal young woman beneath the chandelier. "do you mean to tell me," he asked, "that she's engaged to—to marry our minister, mr. egerton?"
"why, of course. everybody knows that. she's waiting till he gets famous. don't faint! by jove, old fellow, i believe you're hit already! all the fellows get that way over her; i'm a chronic case myself. cheer up; shouldn't wonder if she'd throw jack over for you. she's awfully taken with you already, and when she sees you——" he broke off with an extravagant gesture of admiration which was not altogether feigned.
donald did not notice him; he was asking himself why he had not let the double-dealing cad drown, but the next moment he was bowing over a beautiful, jewelled hand and a pair of dark eyes were looking unutterable gratitude into his, and donald felt ashamed. he left her as soon as was possible without seeming rude, and went home to face the matter squarely. this man, this despicable creature who had won jessie's affection, was playing with her. he was amusing himself making love to the little country girl while this haughty young queen held his heart. donald was torn by conflicting emotions. should he write to jessie and tell her? he was too sorely hurt to do that, besides she would not listen to him. should he write to john egerton and tell him in a few scorching words what he thought of him? in the end he did neither, and two in glenoro who expected to hear from him wondered at his silence.
miss weir-huntley found young mr. mcdonald a difficult puzzle. she wanted to show her gratitude to the young man who had saved jack's life, but this strange youth would have none of her favours. he refused coldly all her invitations. donald could not be friendly towards john egerton's betrothed; jessie's cry was still ringing in his ears. the young lady gave him up at last, concluding that he must be a boor in spite of his fine appearance and his courage. only once was she able to show him any attention. she was driving home in her carriage when she came upon donald crossing the campus. she insisted upon his taking the seat at her side as far as his boarding-house. as donald stepped from the carriage and stood on the sidewalk bowing his thanks very gravely, allan fraser appeared at the street door. that young man was profoundly impressed.
"my eye!" he gasped, watching the elegant equipage disappear down the street, "the prince o' wales and all the royal family! i say, don, is that the girl little deane says is all gone on you? who is she, anyway?"
donald turned his back upon him in disgust. "oh, shut up, will you?" he cried, slamming the door in his friend's face.
allan uttered a long whistle. "hello! it's serious, all right," he said to himself. "christmas, but isn't she a daisy! i'm glad he's got over mooning for that little hamilton flirt, anyway!"
