The Awakening of Helena Richie - Page 223/229

It seemed to Helena that she had nothing to live for; that there was

nothing to do except shiver back out of sight, and wait to die. For

the time was not yet when she should know that her consciousness of

sin might be the chased and fretted Cup from which she might drink the

sacrament of life; when she should come to understand, with

thanksgiving, that unless she had sinned, the holy wine might never

have touched her lips!

In these almost daily talks with Dr. Lavendar, the question of the

future was beaten out: it was a bleak enough prospect; it didn't

matter, she said, where she went, or what became of her, she had

spoiled her life, she said. "Yes," Dr. Lavendar agreed, "you've

spoiled what you've had of it. But your Heavenly Father has the rest,

in His hands, and He'll give it to you clean and sound. All you've got

to do, is to keep it so, and forget the spoiled part." That was the

only thing he insisted upon: no dwelling on the past!

"I wish I was one of the people who want to do things," she told him

with a sort of wistful cynicism. "But I don't. I have no story-book

desires. I don't want to go and nurse lepers!--but I will, if you want

me to," she added with quick and touching simplicity.

Dr Lavendar smiled, and said that nursing lepers was too easy. He had

suggested that she should live in a distant city;--he had agreed at

once to her assertion that she could not stay in Old Chester. "I know

some nice people there," he said; "Ellen Bailey lives there, she's

Ellen Spangler now. You've heard me speak of her? Spangler is a

parson; he's a good fellow, but the Lord denied him brains to any

great extent. But Ellen is the salt of the earth. And she can laugh.

You'll like her."

"But what will I do when I get there?"

"I think Ellen may find something to keep you busy," he said

cheerfully; "and, meantime, I'll make a suggestion myself: study

Hebrew."

"Hebrew!"

"Or Arabic; or Russian; it doesn't matter which, your mind needs

exercise."

"When you said Hebrew, I thought you meant so I could read the Bible."

"Ho!" said Dr. Lavendar, "I think King James's version is good enough

for you; or anybody else. And I wouldn't want you to wait until you

can read backwards, to read your Bible. No; I only meant that you need

something to break your mind on. Hebrew is as good as anything else."