The Novels of Faith – Premium 7 Book Collection. Finley Martha

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      Elsie's story lasted about ten minutes, and when she had finished, Herbert took up his bow again, saying, "I guess you're rested now, Elsie," and sent an arrow over into the meadow.

      "There! just see how far I sent that! do run and bring it to me, Elsie!" he cried, "and let me see if I can't hit that tree next time; I've but just missed it."

      "I'm tired, Herbert; but I'll run and bring it to you this once," replied Elsie, forgetting entirely her father's prohibition; "but then you must try to wait until Jim comes back before you shoot any more."

      So saying, she darted away, and came back in a moment with the arrow in her hand. But a sudden recollection had come over her just as she left the meadow, and throwing down the arrow at the boy's feet, she exclaimed in an agitated tone, "O Herbert! I must go home just as quickly as I can; I had forgotten—oh! how could I forget! oh! what will papa say!"

      "Why, what's the matter?" asked Herbert in alarm.

      "Never mind," said Elsie, sobbing. "There are the boys coming; they will take care of you, and I must go home. Good-bye."

      And she ran quickly up the road, Herbert following her retreating form with wondering eyes.

      Elsie sped onward, crying bitterly as she went.

      "Where is papa!" she inquired of a servant whom she met in the avenue.

      "Dunno, Miss Elsie, but I reckon Massa Horace am in de house, kase his horse am in de stable."

      Elsie hardly waited for the answer, but hurrying into the house, went from room to room, looking and asking in vain for her father. He was not in the drawing-room, or the library, or his own apartments. She had just come out of this, and meeting a chamber-maid in the hall, she exclaimed, "O Fanny! where is papa? can't you tell me? for I must see him."

      "Here I am, Elsie; what do you want with me?" called out her father's voice from the veranda, where she had neglected to look.

      "What do you want?" he repeated, as his little girl appeared before him with her flushed and tearful face. Elsie moved slowly toward him, with a timid air and downcast eyes.

      "I wanted to tell you something, papa," she said in a low, tremulous tone.

      "Well, I am listening," said he, taking hold of her hand and drawing her to his side. "What is it? are you sick or hurt?"

      "No, papa, not either; but—but, O papa! I have been a very naughty girl," she exclaimed, bursting into tears, and sobbing violently. "I disobeyed you, papa. I—I have been in the meadow."

      "Is it possible! Would you dare to do so when I so positively forbade it only the other day?" he said in his sternest tone, while a dark frown gathered on his brow. "Elsie, I shall have to punish you."

      "I did not intend to disobey you, papa," she sobbed; "I quite forgot that you had forbidden me to go there."

      "That is no excuse, no excuse at all," said he severely; "You must remember my commands; and if your memory is so poor I shall find means to strengthen it."

      He paused a moment, still looking sternly at the little, trembling, sobbing girl at his side; then asked, "What were you doing in the meadow? tell me the whole story, that I may understand just how severely I ought to punish you."

      Elsie gave him all the particulars; and when, upon questioning her closely, he perceived how entirely voluntary her confession had been, his tone and manner became less stern, and he said quite mildly, "Well, Elsie, I shall not be very severe with you this time, as you seem to be very penitent, and have made so full and frank a confession; but beware how you disobey me again, for you will not escape so easily another time; and remember I will not take forgetfulness as any excuse. Go now to Aunt Chloe, and tell her from me that she is to put you immediately to bed."

      "It is only the middle of the afternoon, papa," said Elsie, deprecatingly.

      "If it were much earlier, Elsie, it would make no difference; you must go at once to your bed, and stay there until to-morrow morning."

      "What will Lucy and Herbert think when they come in and can't find me, papa?" she said, weeping afresh.

      "You should have thought of that before you disobeyed me," he answered very gravely. "If you are hungry," he added, "you may ask Chloe to get you a slice of bread or a cracker for your supper, but you can have nothing else."

      Elsie lingered, looking timidly up into his face as though wanting to say something, but afraid to venture.

      "Speak, Elsie, if you have anything more to say," he said encouragingly.

      "Dear papa, I am so sorry I have been so naughty," she murmured, leaning her head against the arm of his chair, while the tears rolled fast down her cheeks; "won't you please forgive me, papa? it seems to me I can't go to sleep to-night if you are angry with me."

      He seemed quite touched by her penitence. "Yes, Elsie," he said, "I do forgive you. I am not at all angry with you now, and you may go to sleep in peace. Good night, my little daughter," and he bent down and pressed his lips to her brow.

      Elsie held up her face for another, and he kissed her lips.

      "Good night, dear papa," she said, "I hope I shall never be such a naughty girl again." And she went to her room, made almost happy by that kiss of forgiveness.

      Elsie was up quite early the next morning and had learned all her lessons before breakfast. As she came down the stairs she saw, through the open door, her papa standing with some of the men-servants, apparently gazing at some object lying on the ground. She ran out and stood on the steps of the portico, looking at them and wondering what they were doing.

      Presently her father turned round, and seeing her, held out his hand, calling, "Come here, Elsie."

      She sprang quickly down the steps, and running to him, put her hand in his, saying, "Good morning, papa."

      "Good morning, daughter," said he, "I have something to show you."

      And leading her forward a few paces, he pointed to a large rattlesnake lying there.

      "O papa!" she cried, starting back and clinging to him.

      "It will not hurt you now" he said; "it is dead; the men killed it this morning in the meadow. Do you see now why I forbade you to go there?"

      "O papa!" she murmured, in a low tone of deep feeling, laying her cheek affectionately against his hand, "I might have lost my life by my disobedience. How good God was to take care of me! Oh! I hope I shall never be so naughty again."

      "I hope not," said he gravely, but not unkindly; "and I hope that you will always, after this, believe that your father has some good reason for his commands, even although he may not choose to explain it to you."

      "Yes, papa, I think I will," she answered, humbly.

      The breakfast-bell had rung, and he now led her in and seated her at the table.

      Lucy Carrington looked curiously at her, and soon took an opportunity to whisper, "Where were you last night, Elsie? I couldn't find you, and your papa wouldn't say what had become of you, though I am quite sure he knew."

      "I'll tell you after breakfast," replied Elsie, blushing deeply.

      Lucy waited rather impatiently until all had risen from the table, and then, putting her arm round Elsie's waist, she drew her out on to the veranda, saying, "now, Elsie, tell me; you know you promised."

      "I was in bed," replied Elsie, dropping her eyes, while the color mounted to her very hair.

      "In bed! before five o'clock!" exclaimed Lucy in a tone of astonishment. "Why, what was that for?"

      "Papa sent me," replied Elsie, with an effort. "I had been naughty, and disobeyed him."

      "Why, how strange! Do tell me what you had done!" exclaimed Lucy, with a face full of curiosity.

      "Papa had forbidden me to go into the meadow, I forgot all about