While Roscoe hovered between life and death, Mr. Devlin, who persisted that he would not die, was planning for a new hospital and a new church, of which Roscoe should be president and padre respectively. But the suspense to us all, for many days, was very great; until, one morning when the birds were waking the cedars, and the snow on Mount Trinity was flashing coolness down the hot valley, he waked and said to me: “Marmion, old friend; it is morning at last.”
“Yes, it is morning,” said I. “And you are going to live now? You are going to be reasonable and give the earth another chance?”
“Yes, I believe I shall live now.”
To cheer him, I told him what Mr. Devlin intended and had planned; how river-drivers and salmon-fishers came every day from the valley to inquire after him. I did not tell him that there had been one or two disturbances between the river-drivers and the salmon-fishers. I tried to let him see that there need be no fresh change in his life. At length he interrupted me.
“Marmion,” he said, “I understand what you mean. It would be cowardly of me to leave here now if I were a whole man. I am true in intention, God knows, but I must carry a crippled arm for the rest of my life, must I not?.... and a crippled Padre is not the kind of man for this place. They want men straight on their feet.”
“Do you think,” I answered, “that they will not be able to stand the test? You gave them—shall I say it?—a crippled mind before; you give them a crippled body now. Well, where do you think the odds lie? I should fancy with you as you are.”
There was a long silence in which neither of us moved. At last he turned his face towards the window, and, not looking at me, said lingeringly: “This is a pleasant place.”
I knew that he would remain.
I had not seen Mrs. Falchion during Roscoe’s illness; but every day Justine came and inquired, or a messenger was sent. And when, this fortunate day, Justine herself came, and I told her that the crisis was past, she seemed infinitely relieved and happy. Then she said:
“Madame has been ill these three days also; but now I think she will be better; and we shall go soon.”