CHAPTER XXXI.

NURSE SAMPSON'S WAY OF LOOKING AT IT.

"I can believe, it shall you grieve,
And somewhat you distrain;

But afterward, your paines hard,
Within a day or twain,

Shall soon aslake; and ye shall take

Comfort to you again."

OLD ENGLISH BALLAD.

GLORY looked in, once, at the southeast room, and saw Faith lying, still with hidden face; and went away softly, shutting the door behind her as she went.

When Mr. Armstrong and Miss Sampson came, she met them at the front entrance, and led the nurse directly to her mistress, as she had been told.

Mr. Armstrong betook himself to his own room. Perhaps the hollow Paul Rushleigh's horse had pawed at the gatepost, and the closed door of the keeping-room, revealed something to his discernment that kept him from seeking Faith just then.

There was a half-hour of quiet in the old house. A quiet that overbrooded very much.

Then Nurse Sampson came out, with a look on her face that made Faith gaze upon her with an awed feeling of expectation. She feared, suddenly, to ask a question.

It was not a long-drawn look of sympathy. It was not surprised, nor shocked, nor excited. It was a look of business. As if she knew of work before her to do. As if Nurse Sampson were in her own proper element, once

more.

Faith knew that something, she could not guess what, -something terrible, she feared, — had happened, or was going to happen, to her aunt.

It was in the softening twilight that Miss Henderson sent for her to come in.

Aunt Faith leaned against her pillows, looking bright and comfortable, even cheerful; but there was a strange gentleness in look and word and touch, as she greeted the young girl who came to her bedside with a face that wore at once its own subduedness of fresh-past grief, and a wondering, loving apprehension of something to be disclosed concerning the kind friend who lay there, invested so with such new grace of tenderness.

Was there a twilight, other than that of day, softening, also, around her?

"Little Faith!" said Aunt Henderson. Her very voice had taken an unwonted tone.

"Auntie! It is surely something very grave! Will you

not tell me?"

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Yes, child. I mean to tell you. It may be grave. Most things are, if we had the wisdom to see it. But it is n't very dreadful. It's what I've had warning enough of, and had mostly made up my mind to. But I was n't quite sure. Now, I am. I suppose I've got to bear some pain, and go through a risk that will be greater, at my years, than it would have been if I'd been younger. And may die. That's all."

The words, of old habit, were abrupt. The eye and voice were tender with unspoken love,

Faith turned to Miss Sampson, who sat by.

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And then, again, she may n't," said the nurse. "I shall stay and see her through.

operation. At least, I think so.

There'll have to be an

We'll have the doctor

over, to-morrow. And now, if there's one thing more important than another, it's to keep her cheerful.

So, if you've got anything bright and lively to say, speak out! If not, keep out! She'll do well enough, I dare say." Poor Faith!

And, without this new trouble, there was

so much that she, herself, was needing comfort for!

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You're a wise woman, Nurse Sampson. But you don't know everything," said Aunt Faith. "The best thing to take people out of their own worries, is to go to work and find out how other folks' worries are getting on. He's been here, has n't he, child?"

It was not so hard for Aunt Faith, who had borne secretly, so long, the suspicion of what was coming, and had lived on, calmly, nevertheless, in her daily round, to turn thus from the announcement of her own state and possible danger, to thought and inquiry for the affairs of another, as it was for that other, newly apprised, and but half apprised, even, of what threatened, to leave the subject there, and answer. But she saw that Miss Henderson spoke only truth in declaring it was the best way to take her out of her worries; she read Nurse Sampson's look, and saw that she, at any rate, was quite resolved her patient should not be let to dwell longer on any painful or apprehensive thought, and she put off all her own anxious questionings, till she should see the nurse alone, and said, in a low tone, yes; Paul Rushleigh had been there.

“And you've told him the truth, like a woman, and he's heard it like a man?"

"I've told him it must be given up. Oh, it was hard, auntie !"

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You need n't worry. You've done just the rightest thing you could do.”

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But it seems so selfish.

As if my happiness were of so much more consequence than his. I've made him so miserable, I'm afraid!

Miss Sampson!" cried Aunt Faith, with all her old oddity and suddenness, "just tell this girl, if you know, what kind of a commandment a woman breaks, if she can't make up her mind to marry the first man that asks her! 'T aint in my Decalogue!"

"I can't tell what commandment she won't be likely to break, if she is n't pretty sure of her own mind before she does marry!" said Miss Sampson, energetically. "Talk of making a man miserable! while? 'T won't last long. Wrong never does. And to marry the wrong man. it won't end there, that's the worst of it. There's more concerned than just yourself and him; though you may n't know how, or who. It's an awful thing to tangle up and disarrange the plans of Providence. And more of it's done, I verily believe, in this matter of marrying, than any other way. It's like mismatching anything else, gloves or stockings, and wearing the wrong ones together. They don't fit; and more 'n that, it spoils another pair. I believe, as true as I live, if the angels ever do cry over this miserable world, it's when they see the souls they have paired off, all right, out of heaven, getting mixed up and mismated as they

Supposing you do for a little Right's right, and settles itself. there is n't a greater wrong than To him as well as to you. And

do down here! Why, it's fairly enough to account for all the sin and misery there is in the world! If it was n't for Adam and Eve and Cain,. I should think it did!"

"But it's very hard," said Faith, smiling, despite all her saddening thoughts, at the characteristic harangue, "always to know wrong from right. People may make mistakes, if they mean ever so well."

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'Yes, awful mistakes! There's that poor, unfortunate woman in the Bible. I never thought the Lord meant any reflection by what he said, on her. She'd had six husbands. And he knew she had n't got what she bargained for, after all. Most likely she never had, in the whole six. And if things had got into such a snarl as that eighteen hundred years ago, how many people, do you think, by this time, are right enough in themselves to be right for anybody? I've thought it all over, many a time. I've had reasons of my own, and I've seen plenty of reasons as I've gone about the world. And my conclusion is, that matrimony's come to be more of a discipline, now-a-days, than anything else!" It was strange cheer; and it came at a strange moment; with the very birth of a new anxiety. But so our moments

Faith was roused,

and their influences are mingled. strengthened, confirmed in her own thought of right, beguiled out of herself, by the words of these two odd, plaindealing women, as she would not have been if a score of half-comprehending friends had soothed her indirectly with inanities, and delicate half-handling of that which Aunt Faith and Nurse Sampson went straight to the heart of, and brought out, uncompromisingly, into the light. So much we can endure from a true earnestness and simplicity, rough and homely though it be, which would be impertinent and intolerable if it came but with surface-sympathy.