St. Elmo eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 646 pages of information about St. Elmo.

St. Elmo eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 646 pages of information about St. Elmo.
were the characteristics of a noble young soul, left to stray through the devious, checkered paths of life without other guidance than that which she received from communion with Greek sages and Hebrew prophets.  An utter stranger to fashionable conventionality and latitudinarian ethics, it was no marvel that the child stared and shivered when she saw the laws of God vetoed, and was blandly introduced to murder as Honorable Satisfaction.

CHAPTER II.

Nearly a mile from the small, straggling village of Chattanooga stood Aaron Hunt’s shop, shaded by a grove of oak and chestnut trees, which grew upon the knoll, where two roads intersected.  Like the majority of blacksmith’s shops at country cross-roads, it was a low, narrow shed, filled with dust and rubbish, with old wheels and new single-trees, broken plows and dilapidated wagons awaiting repairs, and at the rear of the shop stood a smaller shed, where an old gray horse quietly ate his corn and fodder, waiting to carry the master to his home, two miles distant, as soon as the sun had set beyond the neighboring mountain.  Early in winter, having an unusual amount of work on hand, Mr. Hunt hurried away from home one morning, neglecting to take the bucket which contained his dinner, and Edna was sent to repair the oversight.  Accustomed to ramble about the woods without companionship, she walked leisurely along the rocky road, swinging the tin bucket in one hand, and pausing now and then to watch the shy red-birds that flitted like flame-jets in and out of the trees as she passed.  The unbroken repose of earth and sky, the cold, still atmosphere and peaceful sunshine, touched her heart with a sense of quiet but pure happiness, and half unconsciously she began a hymn which her grandfather often sang over his anvil: 

  “Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear
    My voice ascending high;
   To Thee will I direct my prayer,
    To Thee lift up mine eye.”

Ere the first verse was ended, the clatter of a horse’s hoofs hushed her song, and she glanced up as a harsh voice asked impatiently: 

“Are you stone deaf?  I say, is there a blacksmith’s shop near?”

The rider reined in his horse, a spirited, beautiful animal, and waited for an answer.

“Yes, sir.  There is a shop about half a mile ahead, on the right hand side, where the road forks.”

He just touched his hat with the end of his gloved fingers and galloped on.  When Edna reached the shop she saw her grandfather examining the horse’s shoes, while the stranger walked up and down the road before the forge.  He was a very tall, strong man, with a gray shawl thrown over one shoulder, and a black fur hat drawn so far over his face that only the lower portion was visible; and this, swarthy and harsh, left a most disagreeable impression on the child’s mind as she passed him and went up to the spot where Mr. Hunt was at work.  Putting the bucket behind her, she stooped, kissed him on his furrowed forehead, and said: 

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