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If Any Man Sin

Chapter 10 THE AWAKENING

Word Count: 2316    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

er was fast approaching. He accordingly began to wonder what he should do with his treasure. He did not care to have it lying about in the house, as it was hard to tell what might happen to it. At an

ate before the fire with never a shadow of a fear upon his mind. But now he would turn apprehensively towards the window, thinking that faces w

the gold in a secure place. After careful consideration he dug a hole in the ground at the back of the cabin. At the bottom he pla

he flat-hewn pieces of timber in such an irregular manner that no one would ever suspect that there was any opening in the floor at all. Then when the roof was placed in position, and all finished, Martin brought the gold from the cabin and deposited it in his ground vault. When the trap-door was dropped back into place Martin viewed everything with great approval. He called this building his

pment troubled him very little. Nance, too, received but a small share of his attention. He found it difficult to play with her, or to tell her the stories for which she asked. She was left more and more to Quabee's tender care, and always ran to the Indian woman with her li

not get up at her usual t

le one?" he asked. "You

the corners of the child's

came anxious. He placed his hand to her

he cried, as he bent and loo

w response. "I'm so tire

t time he noticed how very wan was her flushed face. What should he do? He was help

uabee, do you?

uabee," was th

hall go for her at on

the child. "I've been a fool, a downright fool!" he muttered to himself. "I might have

mother, Naheesh, about the child's illness, an

ld tree just outside the door. What if Nance should die? The thought was terrible. How could he live without her? He had neglected her so much that the first one she wanted was Quabee. A jealous feeling stole into his heart. And yet he knew t

now him nor any one else in the room. She called often for her mother, and piteously asked why she did not come to her. The day passed and night came on, but Martin remained at his post with Quabee ever near. His eyes seldom left the child's face, and sometimes he would hold one of her little hot hands in his. How he longed for her to look up into his face, speak to him, and throw her arms about his neck. He recalled the last ti

than was Quabee to this motherless girl. Martin sat very still with his head bent low, but with ears keenly alert to Nance's heavy breathing. He tried to be brave and hope for the best. But as the hours dragged by he found it difficult to keep up his drooping spirits. The terrible fear was ever

an, whose life he had ruined, left to bear her disgrace alone. Never before did he comprehend what a monster he really was. What chastisement could be severe enough to punish him for what he had done? Had he a right to expect anything else? He believed that he had suffered during the past years, but it was as nothing compared to what he was enduring this night. His very soul was being

the muscles of his body were firmly rigid, while his clenched hands had the grip of a drowning man clinging desperately for life to a few floating straws. How could he endure

e sleeping child. She was talking in her sleep, and listening attentively Martin could catch the w

ay me dow

Lord my s

I

alked about Quabee, her dol

ut it was that little prayer which had unbound the flood-gates and allowed the tears to well forth. He thought of the nights she had said the same words at his knees, and how she had always prayed for her father and her mother. At length he lifted his head and in his eyes was a

d. He recalled the time when peace and comfort had always come to him on such an occasion. Now, however, it was so differ

had sinned, so neither could he return to the blessed state of years ago because of the sin which he had committed. There stood before him at the gate the explicit "Nay" of the eternal God which guarded the entrance to the throne of purity and peace as truly as did the flaming revolving sword in the far-off Edenic days. He knew that he was an outcast in a more terrible manner th

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