The result of this interview was that the rector called upon the firm of Whaley Brothers, and that the elder Whaley called upon Elizabeth. He attempted some apology at first, but she graciously put it aside: “There has been a mistake, Mr. Whaley. Let it pass. I wish you to communicate with all the creditors of the late firm of Antony Hallam. Every shilling is to be paid and the income of the estate will be devoted to it, with the exception of the home farm, the rental of which I will reserve for my own necessities, and for keeping Hallam in order.”
And to Martha Elizabeth said: “We are going to live a little more like the hall now, Martha. You shall have two girls to help you, and Peter Crag shall bring a pony for Harry, and we’ll be as happy as never was again! We have had a bit of dark, hard road to go over, but the end of it has come. Thank God!”
“It’s varry few as find any road through life an easy one; t’ road to heaven is by Weeping Cross, Miss Hallam.”
“I don’t know why that should be, Martha. If any have reason to sing, as they go through life, they should be the children of the King.”
“It’s t’ sons o’ t’ King that hev t’ battles to fight and t’ prayers to offer, and t’ sacrifices to mak’ for a’ t’ rest o’ t’ world, I think. What made John Wesley, and the men like him, be up early and late, be stoned by mobs, and perish’d wi’ cold and hunger? Not as they needed to do it for their own profit, but just because they were the sons o’ t’ King, they couldn’t help it. Christians mustn’t complain of any kind o’ a road that tak’s ‘em home.”
“But sometimes, Martha, it seems as if the other road was so smooth and pleasant.”
“Two roads are a bit different—t’ road to Babylon and t’ road to Jerusalem aren’t t’ same. You may go dancin’ along t’ first; the last is often varry narrow and steep.”
“But one can’t help wondering why.”
“If it wasn’t narrow, and varry narrow, too, Miss Hallam, fenced in, and watchmen set all along it, we’d be strayin’ far and near, and ivery one o’ us going our own way. There isn’t a church I knows of—not even t’ people called Methodists—as mak’s it narrow enough to prevent lost sheep. But it isn’t all t’ Hill o’ Difficulty, Miss Hallam. It isn’t fair to say that. There’s many an arbor on t’ hill-side, and many a House Beautiful, and whiles we may bide a bit wi’ t’ shepherds on t’ Delectable Mountains. And no soul need walk alone on it. That’s t’ glory and t’ comfort! And many a time we’re strengthened, and many a time we’re carried a bit by unseen hands.”
“Well, Martha, those are pleasant thoughts to sleep on, and to-morrow—to-morrow will be another day.”