THE GENTLE HAND.BY TIMOTHY S.ARTHUR.
When and where, it matters not now to relate--but once upon a time, as I was passing through a thinly peopled district of country, night came down upon me almost unawares.Being on foot, I could not hope to gain the village toward which my steps were directed until a late hour; and I therefore preferred seeking shelter and a night's lodging at the first humble dwelling that presented itself.
Dusky twilight was giving place to deeper shadows, when I found myself in the vicinity of a dwelling, from the small uncurtained windows of which the light shone with a pleasant promise of good cheer and comfort.The house stood within an inclosure, and a short distance from the road along which I was moving with wearied feet.
Turning aside, and passing through the ill-hung gate, I approached the dwelling.Slowly the gate swung on its wooden hinges, and the rattle of its latch, in closing, did not disturb the air until I had nearly reached the porch in front of the house, in which a slender girl, who had noticed my entrance, stood awaiting my arrival.
A deep, quick bark answered, almost like an echo, the sound of the shutting gate, and, sudden as an apparition, the form of an immense dog loomed in the doorway.At the instant when he was about to spring, a light hand was laid upon his shaggy neck, and a low word spoken.
"Go in, Tiger," said the girl, not in a voice of authority, yet in her gentle tones was the consciousness that she would be obeyed; and, as she spoke, she lightly bore upon the animal with her hand, and he turned away and disappeared within the dwelling.
"Who's that?" A rough voice asked the question; and now a heavy looking man took the dog's place in the door.
"How far is it to G----?" I asked, not deeming it best to say, in the beginning, that I sought a resting-place for the night.
"To G----!" growled the man, but not so harshly as at first."It's good six miles from here.""A long distance; and I'm a stranger, and on foot," said I."If you canmake room for me until morning, I will be very thankful."I saw the girl's hand move quickly up his arm, until it rested on his shoulder, and now she leaned to him still closer.
"Come in.We'll try what can be done for you." There was a change in the man's voice that made me wonder.I entered a large room, in which blazed a brisk fire.Before the fire sat two stout lads, who turned upon me their heavy eyes, with no very welcome greeting.A middle-aged woman was standing at a table, and two children were amusing themselves with a kitten on the floor.
"A stranger, mother," said the man who had given me so rude a greeting at the door; "and he wants us to let him stay all night."The woman looked at me doubtingly for a few moments, and then replied coldly, "We don't keep a public house.""I'm aware of that, ma'am," said I; "but night has overtaken me, and it's a long way yet to G----.""Too far for a tired man to go on foot," said the master of the house, kindly, "so it's no use talking about it, mother; we must give him a bed."So unobtrusively that I scarce noticed the movement, the girl had drawn to her mother's side.What she said to her I did not hear, for the brief words were uttered in a low voice; but I noticed, as she spoke, one small; fair hand rested on the woman's hand.
