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Starting point is 00:00:00 The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 1. Landlord's daughter and Tenant's son. In a kitchen of moderate size, flagged with slate, humble in its appointments, yet looking scarcely that of a farmhouse. For there were utensils about it, indicating necessities more artificial than usually grow upon a farm. With the corner of a white deal table between them, sat two young people evidently different in rank and meeting upon no level of friendship. The young woman held in her hand a paper which seemed a subject of their conversation. She was about four or five-and-twenty, well-grown and not ungraceful, with dark hair, dark hazel eyes,

Starting point is 00:00:56 and rather large, handsome features. Full of intelligence, but a little hard, and not a little red. pregnant, as such features must be, except after a prolonged influence of a heart potent and self-sugation. As to her social expression, it was a mingling of the gentlewoman of education, and the farmer's daughter supreme over the household and its share in the labor of production. As to the young man, it would have required a deeper seeing eye than falls to the lot of most observers, not to take him for a weaker nature than the young woman.

Starting point is 00:01:37 and the deference he showed her as the superior would have enhanced the difficulty of a true judgment. He was tall and thin, but plainly in fine health, had a good forehead, and a clear hazel eye, not over large or prominent, but full of light, a firm mouth, with a curious smile, a sunburned complexion, and a habit when perplexed of pinching his upper lip between his finger and thumb, which at the present moment he was unconsciously indulging. He was the son of a small farmer, and what part of Scotland is of little consequence, and his companion for the moment was the daughter of the Laird.

Starting point is 00:02:24 I have glanced over the poem, said the lady, and it seems to me quite up to the average of what you see in print. Would that be the reason for printing it, ma'am? asked the man, with a muse smile. It would be for the ever. editor to determine. She answered not perceiving the hinted objection. You will remember, ma'am, that I never suggested. Indeed, I never thought of such a thing. I do not forget. It was your mother who drew my attention to the verses. I must speak to my mother, he said in a meditative way.

Starting point is 00:03:08 You cannot object to my senior work. She does not show it to everybody. it is most creditable to you such an employment of your leisure the poem was never meant for any eyes but my own except my brothers what was the good of writing it if no one was to see it the writing of it ma'am for the exercise you mean no i hardly mean that i am afraid then i do not understand you do you never write anything but what you publish Publish? I never publish. What made you think of such a thing? That you know so much about it, ma'am. I know people connected with the papers and thought it might encourage you to see something in print. The newspapers publish so many poems now. I wish it hadn't been just that one my mother gave you. Why? For one thing, it is not finished, as you will see when you read it more carefully. I did see a line I thought hardly rhythmical, but excuse me, ma'am, the want of rhythm there was intentional.

Starting point is 00:04:23 I am sorry for that. Intention is the worst possible excuse for wrong. The accent should always be made to fall in the right place. Beyond a doubt, but might not the right place alter with the sense? Never, the rule is strict. Is there no danger of making diverse monotonous? Not that I know. I have an idea, ma'am, that our great poets owe much of their music to the liberties they take with the rhythm.

Starting point is 00:04:56 They treat the rule as its masters and break it when they see fit. You must be wrong there, but in any case you must not presume to take the liberties of a great poet. It is a poor reward for being a great poet to be allowed to take liberties. I should say that, doing their work to the best, of their power, they were rewarded with the discovery of higher laws of verse. Everyone must walk by the light given him. By the rules which others have laid down, he may learn to walk, but once his heart is awake to truth and his ear to measure,

Starting point is 00:05:34 melody, and harmony, he must walk by the light and the music God gives him. That is dangerous doctrine, Andrew, said the lady, with a superior, smile. But, she continued, I will mark what faults I see and point them out to you. Thank you, ma'am, but please do not send the verses anywhere. I will not, except I find them worthy. You need not be afraid. For my father's sake, I will have an eye to your reputation. I am obliged to you, ma'am, returned Andrew, but with this curious smile, hard to describe. It had in it a wonderful mixing of sweetness and humor, and something that seemed to sit miles above his amusement. A heavenly smile it was, knowing too much to be angry.

Starting point is 00:06:30 It had in it neither offense nor scorn. In respect of his poetry, he was shy like a girl, but he showed no rejection of the patronage forced upon him by the lady. He rose and stood a moment. Well, Andrew, what is it? When will you allow me to call for the verses? In the course of a week or so, by that time I shall have made up my mind. If in doubt, I shall ask my father, I wouldn't like the Laird to think I spend my time on poetry. You write poetry, Andrew.

Starting point is 00:07:14 A man should not do what he would not have known. That is true, ma'am. I only feared an erroneous conclusion. I will take care of that. My father knows that you are a hard-working young man. There is not one of his farms in better order than yours, where it otherwise I should not be so interested in your poetry. Andrew wished her less interested in it.

Starting point is 00:07:44 To have his verses read was like having a finger poked in his eye. He had not known that his mother looked at his papers, but he showed little sign of his annoyance, bade the lady good morning, and left the kitchen. Miss Fordyce followed him to the door and stood for a moment looking out. In front of her was a paved court, surrounded with low buildings,

Starting point is 00:08:11 between two of which was visible, at the distance of a mile or so, a railway line where it approached a viaduct. She heard the sound of a coming train, and who in a country place will not stand to see one pass. End of Chapter 1. Recording by Jordan Nash. Chapter 2 of The Elect Lady. This is a Librivox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald.

Starting point is 00:08:53 Chapter 2. An Accident While the two were talking, a long train, part-carriage. carriages, part trucks, was rattling through a dreary country, where it could never have been, were there not regions very different on both sides of it? For miles in any direction, nothing but Humpy Moorland was to be seen, a gathering of low hills, with now and then a higher one, its sides broken by occasional torrents in poor likeness of a mountain. No smoke proclaimed the presence of human dwelling, but there were spots between the hills where the hand of man had helped the birth of a feeble fertility, and in front was a small but productive

Starting point is 00:09:29 valley, on the edge of which stood the ancient house of Potlurg, with the heath behind it. Over a narrow branch of this valley went the viaduct. It was a slow train with few passengers. Of these, one was looking from his window with a vague, foolish sense of superiority, thinking what a forgotten, scarce-created country it seemed. He was a well-dressed, good-looking fellow, with a keen but pale grey eye and a fine forehead, but a chin such as is held to indicate weakness. More than one, however, of the strongest women I have known, were defective in chin.

Starting point is 00:10:03 The young man was in the only first-class carriage of the train, and alone in it. Dressed in a grey suit, he was a little too particular in the smaller points of his attire, and lacked in consequence something of the look of a gentleman. Every now and then he would take off his hard round hat and pass a white left hand through his short cut mousy hair, while his right caressed a far longer moustache, in which he seemed interested. A certain indescribable heaviness and lack of light characterised his pale face. It was a lovely day in early June.

Starting point is 00:10:36 The air was rather cold, but youth and health care little about temperature on a holiday, with the sun shining, and that sweetest sense, to such at least as are ordinarily bound by routine, of having nothing to do. To many men and women the greatest trouble is to choose, for self is the hardest of masters to please, but as yet George Crawford had not been troubled with much choosing. A crowded town behind him, the loneliness he looked upon was a pleasure to him. Compelled to spend time in it, without the sense of being on the way out of it,

Starting point is 00:11:07 his own company would soon have grown irksome to him. For however much men may be interested in themselves, there are few indeed who are interesting to themselves. Those only whose self is aware of a higher presence can escape becoming bores and disgusts to themselves. That every man is endlessly greater than what he calls himself, must seem a paradox to the ignorant and dull, but a universe would be impossible without it. George had not arrived at the discovery of this fact, and yet was for the present contented both with himself and with his circumstances.

Starting point is 00:11:40 The heather was not in bloom, and the few flowers of the heathy land made no show. Brown and darker brown predominated, with here and there a shadow of green, and, weary of his outlook, George was settling back to his book, when there came a great bang and a tearing sound, He started to his feet, and for hours knew nothing more. A truck had run off the line and turned over. The carriage in which he was had followed it, and one of the young man's legs was broken. End of Chapter 2, recording by Julian Pratley.

Starting point is 00:12:17 Chapter 3 of the Elect Lady. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visitlibriVox.org. Recording by Lily. lady by George MacDonald. Help. Papa, Papa, there is an accident on the line, cried Miss Ferdice, running into her father's study where he sat surrounded with books. I saw it from the door. Hush, returned the old man,

Starting point is 00:12:48 and listened. I hear the train going on, he said after a moment. Part of it has come to grief, I am certain, answered his daughter. I saw something fall. Well, my dear, what shall we do? what would you have us do rejoined her father without a movement toward rising it is too far off for us to be of any use we ought to go and see i am not fond of such seeing alexa and will not go out of my way for it the misery i cannot avoid is enough for me but alexa was out of the room and in a moment more was running in as straight a line as she could keep across the heath to the low embankment andrew caught sight of her running. He could not see the line but convinced that something was the matter turned and ran in the same direction. It was a hard and long run for Alexa over such ground. Troubled at her father's indifference, she ran the faster, too fast for thinking, but not too fast for the thoughts that

Starting point is 00:13:50 came of themselves. What had come to her father? Their house was the nearest. She could not shut out the conviction that since succeeding to the property, he had been growing less and less neighborly. she had caught up a bottle of brandy which impeded her running yet she made good speed her dress gathered high in the other hand her long dark hair broken loose and flying in the wind her assumed dignity forgotten and only the women awake she ran like a deer over the heather and in a little more than a quarter of an hour though it was a long more mile reached the embankment flushing and panting some of the carriages had rolled down and the rails were a wreck but the engine and half the train had kept on neither driver nor stoker was hurt and they were hurrying to fetch help from the next station at the foot of the bank lay george crawford insensible with the guard of the train doing what he could to bring him to consciousness he was on his back pale as death with no notion and scare a sign of life alexa tried to give him brandy but she was so exhausted and her hand shook so that she had to take him to her hand so that she had to take him to her hand yield the bottle to the guard and, Halen strong as she was, could but drag herself a little apart before she fainted. In the meantime, as the train approached the station, the driver who belonged to the neighborhood,

Starting point is 00:15:15 saw the doctor slackened speed and set his whistle shrieking wildly. The doctor set spurs to his horse and came straight over everything to his side. You go on, he said, having heard what had happened, I shall be there sooner than you could take me. he came first upon andrew trying to make miss fordice swallow a little of the brandy there's but one gentleman hurt sir said the guard the other's only a lady that's run till she's dropped to bring brandy supplemented andrew the doctor recognized alexa and wondered what reception her lather would give his patient for to potlurg he must go suddenly she came to herself and sat up gazing wildly around out of breathless "'This Ford Ice, nothing worse,' said the doctor, and she smiled. "'He turned to the young man and did for him what he could without splints or bandages. "'Then, with the help of the guard and Andrew, constructed from pieces of the broken carriages,

Starting point is 00:16:15 "'a sort of litter on which to carry him to Putlerg. "'Is he dead?' asked Alexa. "'Not a bit of it. "'He's had a bad blow on the head, though. "'We must get him somewhere as fast as we can. "'Do you know him?' "'Not I, but we must take him to your head.' your house i don't know what else to do with him what else should you want to do with him i was afraid it might bother the lard you scarcely know my father dr pratt it would bother most people to have a wounded man quartered on them for weeks returned the doctor poor fellow a good-looking fellow too a countryman who had been in the next carriage but had escaped almost unhurt offering his service andrew and he took up the litter gently and set out walking with care

Starting point is 00:17:01 the doctor on one side leading his horse and missed fordice on the other it was a strange building to which after no small anxiety they drew near nor did it look the less strange the nearer they came it was unsheltered by a single tree and but for a low wall an iron rail on one side enclosing what had been a garden but was now a grass plot it rose straight out of the heather from this plot the ground sloped to the valley and was under careful cultivation the entrance to it was closed with a gate of wrought iron of good workmanship but so wasted with rust that it seemed on the point of vanishing here at one time had been the way into the house but no door and scarce a window was now to be seen on this side of the building it was very old and consisted of three gables a great half-round between two of them and the low tower with a conical roof. Crawford had began to recover consciousness, but when he came to himself, he was received by acute pain. The least attempt to move was torture, and again he fainted. End of Chapter 3. Recording by Lily. Chapter 4 of the Elect Lady. This is a Libre Fox recording. All Libre Fox recordings are in a public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibreFox.org. Recording.

Starting point is 00:18:33 by Ignitio, Utrecht, the Netherlands. The Alec Lady by George MacDonald, Chapter 4, The Lurt. Conducted by the lady, they passed round the house to the court and across the court to a door in one of the cables. It was a low, narrow door, but large enough for the man that stood there, a little man with colorless face and quiet, abstracted look. His eyes were cold and keen, his features small, delicate and regular. He had an erect little bag and was dressed in a long-tilt coat,

Starting point is 00:19:10 looking not much of a lurid and less of a farmer as he stood framed in a greystone wall, in which odd little windows dotted here and there at all heights and distances, revealed a wonderful arrangement of floors and rooms inside. Good morning, Mr. Fortis, said the doctor. This is a bad business, but it might have been worse, nor the soul injured but one. Souls don't commonly get injured by accident, returned the Lurt, with a cold smile that was far from this gorgeous.

Starting point is 00:19:42 Stick to the body, doctor. There you know something. It's a truth, Lord, answered the doctor, but added to himself, well, it's awful to hear the truth from some mouths. The Lurt spoke no word of objection or of welcome. They carried the poor fellow into the house, following its mistress to a room where, with the help of her one domestic, and instructed by the doctor, she soon had a bed prepared for him. Then away, wrote the doctor, at full speed to fetch the appliance as necessary, leaving the lured standing by the bed, with a look of mild

Starting point is 00:20:20 dissatisfaction, but not a whisper of opposition. It was the guest chamber to which George Crawford had been carried. A room far more comfortable than a stranger might, from the aspect of the house have believed possible. Everything in it was old-fashioned and, having been dismantled, it was not an apple-pie order, but it was rapidly and silently restored to its humble idea. And when the doctor, after an incredible brief absence, returned with his assistant,

Starting point is 00:20:52 he seemed both surprised and pleased at the change. He must have someone to sit up with Miss Fordis, he said, when all was done. "'I will myself,' she answered, "'but you must give me exact directions, for I have done no nursing. "'If you will walk a little way with me, I will tell you all you need to know. "'He will sleep now, I think, at least till you get back, "'I shall not keep you behind a few minutes. "'It is not a very awkward fracture.'

Starting point is 00:21:23 "'He continued, and they went. "'It might have been much worse. "'We shall have him about in a few weeks. "'But he will want the greatest scare while the bones are uniting. The Lurt turned from his bed and went to his study, where he walked up and down, lost an old and pale, the very bibliot of the room with these ancient volumes all around. Whatever his eyes fell upon, he turned from, as if he had no longer any pleasure in it,

Starting point is 00:21:53 and presently stole back to the room where the sufferer lay. On tiptoe, with a caution suggestive of a wild beast asleep, he crept to the bed. looked down on his unwelcome guest with an expression of sympathy crossed with dislike, and shook his head slowly and solemnly, like one injured, but forgiving. His eyes fell on the young man's pocketbook. It had fallen from his coat as they undressed him, and was on the table by the bedside. He cut it up just ere, Alexei entered. How is he, father? she asked.

Starting point is 00:22:31 He is fast asleep, answered alert. how long does the doctor think he will have to be here i did not ask him she replied that was no oversight my child he returned it of consequence we should know the moment of his removal we shall know in good time the doctor called it in a fair of weeks or months i forgot but you shall not be troubled father i will attend to him but i am troubled alexa you do not know how little money i have Again, he retired, slowly, shut his door, locked it, and began to search the pocketbook. He found certain banknotes and made a discovery concerning its owner. With the help of her old woman and noiselessly, while Crawford lay in a half-slumber, Alexa continued making the chamber more comfortable. Chin's curtains filled the window switch, for all the narrowness, had admitted too much light,

Starting point is 00:23:31 an old carpet deadened the sound of footsteps on the creaking boards, for the bones of a house did not grow silent with age. A fire burned in the antique crate, and was a soul to the chamber, which was chilly, looking to the north, with walls so thick that it could take half the summer to warm them through. Old Mac, moving doe and fro, kept shaking her hat like the master, as if she also were in the secret of some house mystery. only indulging the funeral, the temperament of an ancient woman. As Alexa ran through the heather in the morning, she looked not altogether unlike a peasant. Her shoes were strong, her dress was short, but now she came and went in a soft-colored gown, neither ill-made nor unbecoming. She did not seem

Starting point is 00:24:22 to belong to what is called society, but she looked dignified, at times almost stately, with an expression of superiority, not strong enough. to make her handsome face unpleasing. It resembled her father's, but, for a woman's, was cast in a larger mold. The day crept on. The invalid was feverish. His nerves obeyed the doctor minutely to a single drop. Seattle tea brought her, but when the supper hour arrived, went to join her father in the kitchen.

Starting point is 00:24:55 End of Chapter 4. Recording by Echnichel, Utrecht, the Netherlands. chapter five of the elect lady this is a livervox recording all livervox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit livervox dot org the elect lady by george macdonald chapter five after supper they always eat in the kitchen strange to say there was no dining-room in the house though there was a sweetly old-fashioned drawing-room the servant was with the sufferer but alexa was too much in the kitchen strange to say there was no dining-room in the house though there was a sweetly old-fashioned drawing-room the servant was with the sufferer but alexa was too much in the the sick-room notwithstanding to know that she was eating her porridge and milk the laird partook but sparingly on the ground that the fair tended to fatness which affliction of age he congratulated himself on having hitherto escaped they eat in silence but not a glance of her father that might indicate a want escaped the daughter when the meal was ended and the old man had given thanks alexa put on the table a big black bible which her father took a solemn face and reverent gesture. In the course of his nightly reading of the New Testament, he had come to the 12th chapter of St. Luke, with the Lord's parable of the rich man, whoso they required of him.

Starting point is 00:26:19 He read it beautifully, with an expression that seemed to indicate a sense of the Lord's meaning what he said. We will omit the Psalm this evening for the sake of the sufferer, he said, having ended the chapter, the Lord will have mercy and not sacrifice. They rose from their chairs and knelt onto the stone floor. The old man prayed with much tone and expression, and I think met all he said, though none of it seemed to spring from fresh need or new thankfulness, for he used only the old-stock phrases which flowed freely from his lips.

Starting point is 00:26:58 He dwelt much on the merits of the Savior. He humbled himself as the chief of sinners, whom it must be a satisfaction to God to cut off. but a greater satisfaction to spare for the sake of one whom he loved plainly the man counted it a most important thing to stand well with him who had created him when they rose alexa looked formally solemn but the wan face of her father shone the psyche if not the ego had prayed and felt comfortable he sat down and looked fixedly as if into eternity but perhaps it wasn't a vacancy they are much the same to most people come into the steady for a moment lexie if you please he said rising at length his politeness to his daughter and indeed to all that came near him was one of the most notable points in his behaviour alexa followed the black slender erect little figure up the stair which consisted of about a dozen steps filling the entrance from wall to wall a width of some twelve feet between it and the outer door there was but room for the door of the kitchen on the one hand and that of a small closet on the other.

Starting point is 00:28:12 At the top was a wide space, a sort of irregular hall, more like an outdoor court, paved with large flat stones into which projected the other side of the rounded mass bordered by the grassy enclosure. The laird turned to the right and threw a door into a room which had but one small window hidden by bookcases naturally it smelled musty of old books and decayed bindings and odor not unpleasant to some nostrils he closed the door behind him placed a chair for his daughter and sat himself in another by a deal-table upon which were books and papers this is a sore trial alexa he said with a sigh it is indeed father for the poor young man she returned true but it would be selfish indeed to regard the greatness of his suffering as rendering our trial the less it is to us a more serious matter than you seem to think it will cost much more than in the present state of my finances i can afford to pay you little think but father interrupted Alexa, how could we help it? He might have been carried elsewhere.

Starting point is 00:29:27 With me standing there, surely not, Father. Even Andrew Ingram offered to receive him. Why did he not take him, then? The doctor wouldn't hear of it, and I wouldn't hear of it either. It was ill-considered, Lexie, but what's done is done, though alas, not paid for. We must take the luck as it comes, father. Alexa rejoined the Laird with solemnity. You ought never to mention luck.

Starting point is 00:29:57 There is no such thing. It was either for the young man's sins or to prevent worse or for necessary discipline that the train was overturned. The cause is known to him. All are in his hands and we must beware of attempting to take any out of his hands

Starting point is 00:30:15 for it cannot be done. Then, father, If there be no chance, our part was ordered too. So there is the young man in our spare room, and we must receive our share of the trouble as from the hand of the Lord. Certainly, my dear, it was the expense I was thinking of. I was only lamenting, bear me witness, I was not opposing the will of the Lord. A man's natural feelings remained.

Starting point is 00:30:44 If the thing is not to be helped, let us think no more about it. it is the expense my dear will you not let your mind rest for a moment upon the fact i am doing my utmost to impress it upon you for other expenses there is always something to show for this there will be nothing positively nothing not the mended lake father the money will vanish i tell you as a tale that is told it is our life that vanishes that way the simile suits either. So long as we do not use the words of scripture irreverently, there is no harm in making a different application of them. There is no irreverence here. Next to the grace of God, money is the thing hardest to get and hardest to keep. If we are not wise with it, the grace, I mean money, will not go far. Not so far as the next world, anyhow, said Alexa as if to herself. How dare you? How dare you? you child, the Redeemer tells us to make friends of the mammon of unrighteousness that when we die

Starting point is 00:31:53 it may receive us into everlasting habitations. I read the passage this morning, Father, it is they, not it, will receive you. And I have heard that it ought to be translated, make friends with, or by means of the mammon of righteousness. I will reconsider the passage. We must not lightly change even the translated word. the laird had never thought that it might be of consequence to him one day to have friends in the other world neither had he reflected that the lord did not regard the obligation of gratitude as ceasing with this life alexa had reason to fear that her father made a friend of and never a friend with the mammon of unrighteousness at the same time the halfpenny he put into the plate every sunday must go a long way if it was not estimated like that that of the poor widow, according to the amount he possessed, but according to the difficulty he found in parting with it. After weeks, perhaps months of nursing and food and doctor stuff,

Starting point is 00:33:00 resumed the laird, he will walk away, and we shall see not a plaque of the money. He carries with him. The visible will become the invisible, the present, the absent. The little it will cost you, father. Hold there, my child. If you call any cost little, I will not hear a word more. We should be but running a race from different points to different goals. It will cost. That is enough. How much it will cost me? You cannot calculate, for you do not know what money stands for in my eyes. There are things before which money is insignificant. those dreary old books said alexa to herself casting a glance on the shelves that filled the room from floor to ceiling and from wall to wall what i was going to say father she returned was that i have a little money of my own and this affair shall cost you nothing leave me to contrive would you tell him his friends must pay his board or take him away it would be a nice antidote to the annals of the four dices of potlurg

Starting point is 00:34:09 at the same time what more natural rejoined her father his friends must in any case be applied to i learn from his pocket-book father content yourself alexa i have a right to know whom i receive under my roof besides have i not learned thereby that the youth is a sort of connective You don't mean it, father. I do mean it. His mother and yours were first cousins. That is not a connection. It's a close kinship. Is it? said the Laird dryly. Anyhow, pursued Alexa, I give you my word. You shall hear nothing more of the expense. She bade her father goodnight, and returning to the bedside of her patient, released Meg. End of Chapter 5. Chapter 6 of The Elect Lady This is a Librivox recording

Starting point is 00:35:05 All Librivox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer Please visit Librivox.org The Elect Lady by George MacDonald Chapter 6 About the Laird Thomas Fordice was a sucker from the root of a very old family tree

Starting point is 00:35:22 born in poverty and with great pinching of father and mother brothers and sisters educated for the church But from pleasure in scholarship from archaeological tastes, a passion for the arcana of history, and a love of literature, strong, although not of the highest kind, he had settled down as a schoolmaster, and in his calling had excelled. By all who knew him, he was regarded as an accomplished, amiable and worthy man.

Starting point is 00:35:48 When his years were verging on the undefined close of middle age, he saw the lives between him and the family property, one by one wither at the touch of death. Until at last there was no one but himself and his daughter to succeed. He was at the time the head of a flourishing school in a large manufacturing town, and it was not without some regret, though with more pleasure, that he yielded his profession and retired to Potlurg. Greatly dwindled as he found the property, and much and long as it had been mismanaged, it was yet of considerable value, and worth a wise care. The result of the labour he spent upon it was such that it had now for years yielded him, if not a large rental, one far larger at least than his daughter imagined.

Starting point is 00:36:29 But the sinking of the schoolmaster in the lead seemed to work ill for the man, and good only for the land. I say seemed, because what we call degeneracy is often but the unveiling of what was there all the time, and the evil we could become, we are. If I have in me the tyrant or the miser, there he is, and such am I, as surely as if the tyrant or the miser were even now visible to the wandering dislike of my neighbours. I do not say the characteristic is so strong,

Starting point is 00:36:57 or would be so hard to change as by the revealing development it must become. But it is there, alive, as an egg is alive, and by no means inoperative like a mere germ, but exercising real though occult influence on the rest of my character. Therefore, accept the growing vitality be in process of killing these over of death, it is for the good of the man that they should be so far developed as to show their existence. If the man do not then starve and slay them, they will drag him to the judgment seat of a fiery indignation.

Starting point is 00:37:27 For the laird, nature could ill-replace the human influences that had surrounded the schoolmaster. While enlargement both of means and leisure enabled him to develop by indulgence, a passion for a peculiar kind of possession, which, however refined in its objects, was yet but a branch of the worship of mammon. It suits the enemy just as well, I presume, that a man should give his soul for coins as for money. In consequence, he is growing more and more withdrawn, ever feeling less the part of a man, which is to be a hiding place from the wind, a covet from the tempest. He was more and more for himself, and thereby losing his life.

Starting point is 00:38:03 Deerly as he loved his daughter, he was, by slow fallings away, growing ever less of a companion, less of a comfort, less of a necessity to her, and requiring less and less of her for the good or ease of his existence. We wrong those near us in being independent of them. God himself would not be happy without his son. We ought to lean on each other, giving him. and receiving, not as weaklings, but as lovers. Love is strength as well as need. Alexa was more able to live alone than most women. Therefore it was the worse for her.

Starting point is 00:38:36 Too satisfied with herself, too little uneasy when alone, she did not know that then she was not in good enough company. She was what most would call a strong nature, nor knew what weaknesses belong to and grow out of such strength as hers. The remoter sions of a family tree are not seldom those who make most account of it. The schoolmaster's daughter knew more about the Fortices of Potlurg, and cared more for their traditions, than any who of later years had reaped its advantages or shared its honours. Interest in the channel down which one has slid into the world is reasonable, and may be elevating. With Alexa it passed beyond good, and wrought for evil. Proud of a family with a history, and occasionally noted in the annals of the country, she regarded herself as a superior of all whom she had hitherto come into relation.

Starting point is 00:39:22 To the poor, to whom she was invariably and essentially kind, she was less condescending than to such as came nearer her own imagined standing. She was constantly aware that she belonged to the elect of the land. Society took its revenge. The rich tradespeople looked down upon her as the schoolmaster's daughter. Against their arrogance, her indignation buttressed her lineal with her mental superiority. At the last the pride of family is a personal arrogance, and now at length she was in her natural position,

Starting point is 00:39:52 as heiress of Potlurg. She was religious, if one may be called religious, who felt no immediate relation to the source of her being. She felt bound to defend, so far as she honestly could, the doctrines concerning God and his ways transmitted by the elders of her people. To this much, and little more, her religion toward God amounted. But she had a strong sense of obligation to do what was right. Her father gave her so little money to spend that she had to be very careful with her housekeeping, and they lived in the humblest way. For her person, she troubled him as little as she could, believing him, from the half-statements and hints he gave, and his general carriage towards life, not a little oppressed by lack of money, nor suspecting his necessities created and his

Starting point is 00:40:36 difficulties induced by himself. In this regard it had come to be understood between them that the produce of the poultry-yard was Alexa's own, and to some little store she had thus gathered she mainly trusted for the requirements or her invalid. To this her father could not object, though he did not like it. He felt what was hers to be his more than he felt what was his to be hers. Alexa had not learned to place value on money beyond its use, but she was not therefore free from the service of Mammon. She looked to it as a power essential, not derived. She did not see it as God's creation, but merely as an existence, thus making of a creature of God the mammon of unrighteousness. She did not, however, cling to it, but was ready to spend it. At the same time,

Starting point is 00:41:21 had George Crawford looked less handsome or less of a gentleman, she would not have been so ready to devote the contents of her little secret draw. The discovery of her relationship to the young man waked a new feeling. She had never had a brother, never known a cousin, and had avoided the approach of such young men as of inferior position in her eyes, had sought to be friendly with her. He was one thrown helpless on her care, with necessities enough to fill the gap between his real relation to her, and that of the brother after whom she had sighed in vain. It was a new and delightful sensation to have a family claim on a young man, a claim, the material advantage of which was all on his side, the devotion all on hers.

Starting point is 00:42:01 She was invaded by a flood of tenderness towards the man. Was he not her cousin, a gentleman, and helpless as any newborn child? Nothing should be wanting that a strong woman could do for a powerless man. End of Chapter 6. Recording by Julian Pratley. Chapter 7 of the Elect Lady. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald, Chapter 7, The Cousins.

Starting point is 00:42:41 George Crawford was in excellent health when the accident occurred, and so we'll when he began to recover his restoration was rapid the process however was still long enough to compel the cousins to know more of each other than twelve months of ordinary circumstance would have made possible george feeling neither the need nor therefore the joy of the new relationship so much as alexa disappointed her by the coolness of his response to her communication of the fact and as they were both formal that is less careful as to the reasonable than as to the reasonable than as to the conventional, they were not very ready to fall in love. Such people may learn all about each other and not come near enough for love to be possible between them. Some people approximate at once and at once declined to love, remaining friends the rest of their lives. Others loved at once, and some take a whole married life to come near enough and at last love. But the reactions of need and ministration can hardly fail to breed tenderness

Starting point is 00:43:47 and disclose the best points of character. The cousins were both handsome and, which was of more consequence, each thought the other handsome. They found their religious opinions closely coincident, nor any wonder, for they had gone for years to the same church every Sunday, had been regularly pumped upon from the same reservoir and had drunk the same arguments concerning things true and untrue. George found that Alexa had plenty of brains, a cultivated judgment, and some knowledge of literature, that there was no branch of science with which she had not some little acquaintance in which she did not take some small interest. Her father's teaching was beyond any he could have procured for her, and what he taught she had learned, for she had a learned, for she had a

Starting point is 00:44:36 love of knowing, a tendency to growth, a capacity for seizing real points, though as yet perceiving next to nothing of their relation to human life and hope. She believed herself a judge of verse, but in truth her knowledge of poetry was limited to its outer forms, of which she had made good studies with her father. She had learned the how before the what, knew the body before the soul, to tell good binding but not bad leather, in a word, new verse, but not poetry. She understood nothing of music, but George did not miss that. He was more sorry she did not know French,

Starting point is 00:45:17 not for the sake of its literature, but because of showing herself an educated woman. Diligent in business, not fervent in spirit, she was never idle. But there are other ways than idleness of wasting time. Alexa was continually improving herself. but it was a big phrase for a small matter. She had not learned that to do the will of God is the only way to improve oneself.

Starting point is 00:45:45 She would have scorned to the narrowness of anyone who told her so, not understanding what the will of God means. She found that her guest and cousin was a man of some position and wondered that her father should never have mentioned their relationship. The fact was that, in a time of poverty, the schoolmaster had made to George's father the absurd request of a small loan without security, and the banker had behaved as a rich relation and a banker was pretty sure to behave. George occupied a place of trust in the bank,

Starting point is 00:46:21 and, though not yet admitted to a full knowledge of its more important transactions, hoped soon to be made a partner. When his father came to Potlars to see him, the lair declined to appear, and the banker contended himself thereafter with Alexis bulletins. End of Chapter 7. Chapter 8 of the Elect Lady. This is the Librecy Vox recording. All LibreVox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 00:46:54 For more information or to volunteer, please visitliven.org. Recording by Roma Singh. The Elect Lady. By George MacDonald. Chapter 8, George and the Laird. Alex's money was nearly exhausted. and most of her chickens had been devoured by the flourishing convalescent, but not yet would the doctor alarm to return to business. One night the electrical condition of the atmosphere

Starting point is 00:47:19 made it heavy, sultry, and unrefreshing, and George could not sleep. There came a terrible burst of thunder, then a bannered spear of the vividest lightning seemed to lob the house in its flashing folds, and the simultaneous thunder was mingled with the sound, as it seemed, of all the fall of some part of the building. George sat up in bed and listened. All was still. He must rise and see what had happened and whether anyone was hurt.

Starting point is 00:47:45 He might meet Alexa, and the talk with her would be a pleasant episode in his sleepless night. He got into his dressing gown, and taking his dick, walked softly from the room. His door opened immediately on the top of the stair. He stood and listened,

Starting point is 00:48:00 but was aware of no sequel to the noise. Another flash came and lighted out the space around him, with its walls of many angles. When the darkness was returned and the dazzling gone, and while the thunder yet belowed, he caught the glimmer of a light under the door of the study, and made his way toward it over the worn slabs. He knocked, but there was no answer. He pushed the door and saw what the light came from behind a projecting bookcase.

Starting point is 00:48:26 He hesitated a moment and glanced about him. A little clinking sound came from somewhere. He stole nearer the source of the light. A thief might be there. He peeped around the end of the bookcase. With its back to him, the laird was kneeling before an open chest. He had just counted a few pieces of gold, and was putting them away. He turned over his shoulder, and a face deathly pale, and his eyes for a moment stared blank. Then with his shivered smile, he rose. He had a thin, worn dressing on over his night shirt, and took a threat of a man. He'd take me for a miser, he said, trembling. and stood expecting an answer crawford was bewildered what business had he there i am not a miser resumed the lair man may count his money without being a miser he stood and stared still trembling at his guest either too much startled or too gentle to find fault with his intrusion i beg your pardon lair said george i knocked but receiving no answer feared something was wrong but why are you out of bed and you an invalid returned mr for this i heard a head-iard said george i knocked but receiving no answer feared something was wrong but why are you out of bed and you an invalid returned mr fordus i heard a heavy fall and fear the lightning had done some damage we shall see about that in the morning and in the meantime you had better go to bed said the lair they turned together toward the door what a multitude of books you have mr fordus remarked george i had not a notion of such a library in the county i have been a lover of books all my life returned the lair and they gather they gather he added you love draws them said george the storm is over i think said the lair he did not tell his guess that there was scarcely a book on the shelves not sought after by book buyers not one that was not worth money in the book market here and there the dulled gold of a fine antique binding returned the gleam of the candle but any gathering of old law or worth lisztive

Starting point is 00:50:15 would have looked much the same i would like to glance over them said george there must be some valuable volumes among so many rubbish rejoined the old man testedly almost hustling him from the room i am ashamed to hear it called the library it seemed to crawford as again he lay awake in his bed altogether a strange incident a man may count his money when he pleases but not the less must seem odd that he should do so in the middle of the night and with such a storm flashing and roaring around him apparently unheeded. The next warning he got his cousin to talk about her father, but drew from her nothing to cast light on what he had seen. End of Chapter 8. Recording by Roma Singh. Chapter 9 of the Elect Lady. This is a Libravox recording while Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Ben White, Haddon Township, New Jersey, USA. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 9 In the Garden

Starting point is 00:51:22 Of the garden which had been the pride of many owners of the place, only a small portion remained. It was strangely antique, haunted with a beauty both old and wild, the sort of garden were the children of heaven to play in when men sleep. In a little arbor constructed by an old man, who had seen the garden grow less and less through successive generations, a tent of honeysuckle and a cloak of sweet peas, sat George and Alexa, two highly respectable young people, Scots of Scotland, like Jews of Judea,

Starting point is 00:51:57 well satisfied of their own worthiness. How they found their talk interesting, I can scarce think. I should have expected them to be driven by very dullness to love-making, but the one was too prudent to initiate it, the other two stayed to entice it. Yet people on the borders of love, being on the borders of poetry, they had got talking about a certain new poem concerning which George, having read several notices of it, had an opinion to give. You should tell my father about it, George, said Alexa. He's the best judge I know. She did not understand that it was a little more than the grammar of poetry the schoolmaster had ever given himself to understand. His best criticism was to show phrase calling to phrase across

Starting point is 00:52:40 gulfs of speech. The little Iron Gate, whose hinges were almost gone with rust, creaked and gnarred, as it slowly opened to admit the approach of a young countryman. He advanced with the long, slow, heavy step suggestive of nailed shoes, but his hazel eye had an outlook like that of an eagle from its eerie, and seemed to dominate his being, originating rather than directing its motions. He had a russet-colored face, much freckled, hair so dark red as to be almost brown, a large, well-shaped nose, a strong chin, an amount of sweetness whose smile was peculiarly its own.

Starting point is 00:53:18 Having in it at once the mystery and the revelation of Andrew Ingram, he took off his bonnet as he drew near, and held it as low as his knee, while with something of the air of an old-fashioned courtier he stood waiting. His clothes, all but his coat, which was of some blue stuff, and his Sunday one, were of a large, ribbed corduroy. For a moment no one spoke. He colored a little, but kept silent. his eyes on the lady.

Starting point is 00:53:44 Good morning, Andrew, she said at length. There was something, I forget what, you were to call about. Remind me, will you? I did not come before, ma'am, because I knew you were occupied, and even now it does not greatly matter. Oh, I remember the poem. I am very sorry, but I had so much to think of that it went quite out of my mind. An expression half amused, half shy,

Starting point is 00:54:08 without trace of mortification for an instant shadowed with a young man, man's face. I wish you would let me have the lines again, ma'am. Indeed, I should be obliged to you, he said. Well, I confess they might first be improved. I read them one evening to my father, and he agreed with me that two or three of them were not quite rhythmical, but he said it was a fair attempt. And for a working man, very creditable. What Andrew was thinking, it would have been hard to gather from his smile. But I believe it was that if he had himself read the verses aloud, the Laird would have found no fault with their rhythm. His carriage seemed more that of patient, respectful amusement than anything else.

Starting point is 00:54:50 Alexa rose, but resumed her seat, saying, As the poem is a religious one, there can be no harm in handing it to you on Sunday after church. That is, she added meaningly, if you will be there. Give it to Dottie, if you please, ma'am, replied Andrew. Ah, rebuked Miss Bordice in a tone almost of rebuke. I seldom go to church, ma'am, said Andrew. Andrew, reddening a little, but losing no sweetness from his smile. I understand as much. It is very wrong. Why don't you?

Starting point is 00:55:19 Andrew was silent. I wish you to tell me, persisted Alexa, with a preemptoriness which came of the schoolmaster. She had known him, too, as a pupil of her father's. If you will have it, ma'am. I not only learn nothing from Mr. Smith, but I think much that he says is not true. Still, you ought to go for the sake of example. Do wrong to make other people follow my example? Can that be to do right? Wrong to go to church? What do you mean? Wrong to pray with your fellow men?

Starting point is 00:55:54 Perhaps the hour may come, ma'am, when I shall be able to pray with my fellow men, even though the words they use seem addressed to a tyrant, not to the father of Jesus Christ. But at present I cannot. I might endure to hear Mr. Smith say evil things concerning God, but the evil things he says to God make me quite unable to pray, and I feel like a hypocrite. Whatever you may think of Mr. Smith's doctrines, it is presumptuous to set yourself up as too good to go to church. I am most bare this reproach, ma'am. I cannot consent to be a hypocrite in order to avoid being called one. Either Miss Fordyce had no answer to this or did not choose to give any. She was not troubled that Andrew would not go to church.

Starting point is 00:56:38 but offended at the unhesitating decision with which he set her counsel aside. Andrew made her a respectful bow, turned away, put on his bonnet, which he had held in his hand all the time, and passed through the garden gate. Who is the fellow? asked George, partaking sympathetically of his companion's annoyance. He is Andrew Ingram, the son of a small farmer, one of my father's tenants. He and his brother work with their father on the farm. They are quite respectable people. Andrew is conceited, but has his good points.

Starting point is 00:57:14 He imagines himself a poet, and indeed his work has merit. The worst of him is that he sets up for being better than other people. Not an unusual fault with the self-educated. He does go on educating himself, I believe. But he had a good start to begin with. My father took much pains with him at school. He helped to carry you here after the accident, and would have taken you to his fathers if I would have led him.

Starting point is 00:57:39 George cast on her a look of gratitude. Thank you for keeping me, he said. But I wish I had taken some notice of his kindness. End of Chapter 9. Reading by Ben White, Haddon Township, New Jersey, USA. Chapter 10 of the Elect Lady. This is a Librevox recording. All Librefox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit you.

Starting point is 00:58:09 visit lebervox.org. Deelect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 10. Andrew Ingram Of the persons in my narrative, Andrew Ingram is the simplest, therefore the hardest to be understood by an ordinary reader. I must therefore take up his history

Starting point is 00:58:28 from a certain point in his childhood. One summer evening, he and his brother Sandy were playing together on a knoll in one of their father's fields. Andrew was ten years old, and Sandy a year younger. The two quarreled, and the spirit of ancestral borderers waking in them, they fell to blows. The younger was the stronger for his years, and they were punching each other with relentless

Starting point is 00:58:52 vigor, when suddenly they heard a voice. And stopping their fight, saw before them an humble-looking man with a pack on his back. He was a peddler known in the neighborhood, and noted for his honesty and his silence, but the boys had never seen him. They stood abashed before him, dazed with the blows they had received, and not a little ashamed, for they were well brought up, their mother being an honest disciplinarian, and their father never interfering with what she judged right. The sun was near this setting, and shone with level rays full upon the peddler, but when

Starting point is 00:59:29 they thought of him afterward, they seemed to remember more light in his face than that of the sun. Their conscience bore him witness, and his look awed them. involuntarily they turned from him, seeking refuge with each other. His eyes shone so, they said, but immediately they turned to him again. Sandy knew the pictures in the pilgrim's progress, and Andrew had read it through more than once, when they saw the man had a book in his hand, open, and heard him, standing there in the sun, begin to read from it.

Starting point is 01:00:02 They thought it must be Christian, waiting for evangelists to come to him. It is impossible to say how much is fact and how much imagination in what children recollect. The one must always supplement the other, but they were quite sure that the words he read were these, and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the world. The next thing they remembered was there walking slowly down the hill in the red light, and all at once, waking up to the fact that the man was gone. They did not know when or where, but there aren't. arms were round each other's necks, and they were full of a strange awe.

Starting point is 01:00:41 Then Andrew saw something red on Sandy's face. Hey, Sandy, he cried, it's blood! And burst into tears. It was his own blood, not Sandy's, the discovery of which fact relieved Andrew, and did not so greatly discompose Sandy, who was less sensitive. They began at length to speculate on what had happened. One thing was clear, it was because they were fighting that the man had come. but it was not so clear who the man was.

Starting point is 01:01:10 He could not be Christian because Christian went over the river. Andrew suggested it might have been evangelist, for he seemed to be always about. Sandy added, as his contribution to the idea, that he might have picked up Christian's bundle and been carrying it home to his wife. They came, however, to the conclusion, by no raciocination, I think,

Starting point is 01:01:31 but by a conviction which the idea itself brought with it, that the stranger was the Lord himself, and that the pack on his back was their sins, which he was carrying away to throw out of the world. "'E, wasn't it fearful he should come by just when we was fechting,' said Sandy. "'Eh, nah, it was a fine thing that. We might have been at it yet, but we win'an'u, will we ever, Sandy?' "'Nah, that we winna.' "'Four,' continued Andrew, "'he said,

Starting point is 01:02:04 "'Law, I am with you always. "'And suppose he werena, "'we'd d'arna be that to haint his back "'we wouldna be afore his face. "'Do you really think it was him, Andrew?' "'Weal,' replied Andrew, "'gean the devil be going about "'like a roaring lion,

Starting point is 01:02:23 "'seeking whom he made to vour, his father says, "'it's no like he would not be going about his wheel, "'seeking to haught him off us.' "'Aye,' said Sandy, "'And no,' said the elder, "'what are we to do?' "'For Andrew, whom both father and mother "'judged the dreamiest of mortals,

Starting point is 01:02:43 "'was in reality the most practical being "'in the whole parish, "'so practical that by and by "'people mocked him for a poet and a heretic "'because he did the things which they said they believed. "'Most unpractical must every man appear "'who genuinely believes in the things that are unseen. "'The man called practical

Starting point is 01:03:04 by the men of this world is he who busies himself building his house on the sand, while he does not even bespeak a lodging in the inevitable beyond. "'What are we to do?' said Andrew. "'If the Lord is gone about like that, looking after us, "'we've surely got something to do looking after him.' "'There was no help in Sandy, and it was well that, with the reticence of children, "'neither thought of laying the case before their parents, "'the traditions of the elders would have ill-agreed with the doctrine

Starting point is 01:03:34 they were now under. Suddenly, it came into Andrew's mind that the book they read at worship, to which he had never listened, told all about Jesus. He began at the beginning, and grew so interested in the stories that he forgot why he had begun to read it. One day, however, as he was telling Sandy about Jacob, what a shame, said Sandy, and Andrew's mind suddenly opened to the fact that he had got nothing yet out of the book. He threw it from him, echoing Sandy's words, what a shame, not of Jacob's behavior, but of the Bibles, which had all this time told them nothing about the man that was going up and down the world, gathering up their sins and carrying them away in his pack. But it dawned upon him that it was the New Testament that told

Starting point is 01:04:20 about Jesus Christ, and they turned to that. Here also I say it was well, they asked no advice, for they would probably have been directed to the epistle to the Romans, with explanations yet more fore into the heart of Paul than false to his Greek. They began to read the story of Jesus, as told by his friend Matthew, and when they had ended it, went on to the gospel according to Mark. But they had not read far when Sandy cried out, "'Eh, Andrew, it's the same thing again.' "'No author either,' answered Andrew, "'we'll gang on and see.' Andrew came to the conclusion that it was so far the same, that he would rather go back

Starting point is 01:05:02 and read the other again, for the sake of some particular things he wanted to make sure about. So the second time they read St. Matthew, and came to these words, If two of you shall agree on earth, as touching anything that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my father, which is in heaven. There's twas here, cried Andrew, laying down the book. Let's try it. Try what? said Sandy. His brother read the passage again.

Starting point is 01:05:30 "'Let the twas spear him for something,' concluded Andrew. "'What will it be?' "'I wonder if it means only ints, "'or maybe three times like the three wishes,' suggested Sandy, "'who, like most Christians, would rather have a talk about it "'than do what he was told.' "'We might ask for what would not be good for us,' returned Andrew, "'and make fools of ourselves,' assented Sandy,

Starting point is 01:05:58 "'with the three wishes in his mind. Do you think you would give it us, then? I don't know. But, pursued Andrew, if we were so foolish as that old man and woman, it would be better to find it out and begin to grow wise. I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll make it our first wish to know what's best to ask for, and then we can go on asking.

Starting point is 01:06:21 Yes, yes, let us. I fancy we'll have as many wishes as we like. Don't upon your knees, Sandy. They knelt together. I fear there are not a few to say, how ill-instructed the poor children were, actually mingling the gospel in the fairy tales. Happy children, say I,

Starting point is 01:06:42 who could blunder into the very heart of the will of God concerning them, and do the thing it wants that the Lord taught them, using the common sense which God had given and the fairy tale nourished. The Lord of the Promise is the Lord of all true parables and all good fairy tales. Andrew prayed, "'O Lord, tell Sandy and me what to ask for. We are unanimous.' They got up from their knees.

Starting point is 01:07:09 They had said what they had to say. Why say more? They felt rather dull. Nothing came to them. The prayer was prayed, and they could not make the answer. There was no use in reading more. They put the Bible away in a rough box where they kept it among rose leaves, ignorant priests of the lovely mystery of him who was with them always, and without a word went

Starting point is 01:07:33 each his own way, not happy, for were they not leaving him under the elder tree, lonely and shadowy, where it was their custom to meet? Alas, for those who must go to church to find him, or who cannot pray unless in their closet. They wandered about disconsolate, at school and at home the rest of the day. At least Andrew did. Sandy had Andrew to, lean upon. Andrew had him who was with him always, but he seemed at the other end of the world. They had prayed, and there was no more of it. In the evening, while yet it was light, Andrew went alone to the elder tree, took the Bible from its humble shrine, and began turning over its leaves. And why call ye me, Lord, and do not the things which I say, he read, and sunk deep in thought?

Starting point is 01:08:24 This is the way his thoughts went. What things? What had he been saying? Let me look and see what he says, that I may begin to do it. He read all the chapter, and found it full of tellings. When he read it before he had not thought of doing one of the things, he said, for as plainly as he told him. He had not once thought he had any concern in the matter.

Starting point is 01:08:48 I see, he said, we must begin at once to do what he tells us. He ran to find his brother. "'I've got it!' he cried. "'I've got it!' "'What? What we've got to do?' "'And what is it? "'Just what he tells us.' "'We were doing that,' said Sandy,

Starting point is 01:09:05 "'when we prayed him to tell us what to pray for. "'So we were. That's grand. "'Then we haven't got to pray for anything more?' "'We'll soon find out, but first we must look for something to do.' "'They began at once to search for things the Lord told them to do, "'and of all they found the plainest and easiest was, whosoever shall smite thee on their right cheek, turned to him the other also.

Starting point is 01:09:29 This needed no explanation. It was as clear as the day to both of them. The very next morning, the schoolmaster, who, though of a gentle disposition, was irritable, taking Andrew for the offender, in a certain breach of discipline, gave him a smart box on the ear. Andrew, as readily as if it had been instinctively,

Starting point is 01:09:49 turned to him the other cheek. An angry man is an evil, interpreter of holy things, and Mr. Fordyce took the action for one of the rudest mockery, nor thought of the higher master therein mocked if it were mockery. He struck the offender a yet smarter blow. Andrew stood for a minute, like one dazed, but the red on his face was not that of anger. He was perplexed as to whether he ought now to turn the former cheek again to the striker. Uncertain he turned away, and went to his work. stops a reader here to say,

Starting point is 01:10:24 But do you really mean to tell us we ought to take the words literally, as Andrew did? I answer, when you have earned the right to understand, you will not need to ask me. To explain what the Lord means to one who is not obedient is the work of no man who knows his work. It is but fair to say for the schoolmaster that, when he found he had mistaken, he tried to make up to the boy for it, not by confessing himself wrong, who could expect that of only a schoolmaster, but by being kinder to him than before. Through this he came to like him, and would teach him things out of the usual way, such as how to make different kinds of verse.

Starting point is 01:11:06 By and by, Andrew and Sandy had a quarrel. Suddenly Andrew came to himself and cried, "'Sandy! Sandy! He says we're to agree! Does he? He says we're to love one another, and we cannot do that if we didn't agree. There came a pause. Perhaps, after all, you were in the right, Sandy, said Andrew. I was just going to say that. When I think about it, perhaps I wasn't so much in the right as I thought I was.

Starting point is 01:11:34 It can't matter which was in the right when we were both in the wrong, said Andrew. Let's ask him to keep us from caring which is in the right, and make us both try to be in the right. We don't often differ about what we are to ask for, Sandy. No, we don't. It's me to take care of you. you, Sandy, and me to take care of you, Andrew. Here was the nucleus of a church, two stones laid on the foundation stone.

Starting point is 01:12:00 Look here, Sandy, said Andrew, we mon hya neither, and sign there be for us. How's that? asked Sandy. I wonder at we never noticed it afore. Here's what he says. For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them. In that way, wherever he might be walking about, we could I get him. He likes twa, and his father will hear the greed prayer, but he likes three better, and that stands to reason, for three men be better than twas. First, one man lo him, and sign twan lo him better,

Starting point is 01:12:38 because ilk ain is hilt by the other, and loaves him the mere that he loves the other ain. And sign comes the third, and there's mere and mere through and alike. and there's the Lord himself in the midst of them. Three makes a better midst than twas. Sandy could not follow the reasoning quite, but he had his own way of understanding. It's just like this story of Shadrach, Mishak and Abidniko, he said. There was three of them, and say he made four.

Starting point is 01:13:08 Just think of him being with his vera cell. Here now was a church indeed. The idea of a third was the very principle of growth. They would meet together and say, O Father of Jesus Christ, Help us to be good like Jesus. And then Jesus himself would make one of them and worship the Father with them.

Starting point is 01:13:29 The next thing, as a matter of course, was to look about for a third. Daughty, cried both at once. Dottie was the child of a cotter pair who had an acre or two of their father's farm and helped him with it. Her real name has not reached me. Doughty means darling,

Starting point is 01:13:47 and is a common term of endearment, derived, Jameson suggests, from the Gaelic Dalt, signifying a foster child. Daughty was a dark-haired, laughing little darling, with shy, merry manners, and with the whitest teeth, full of fun, but solemn in an instant. Her small feet were bare and black, except on Saturday nights and Sunday mornings, but full of expression and perhaps really cleaner from their familiarity with the sweet, all-cleansing air. than such as hide the day long in socks and shoes. Daughty's specialty was love of the creatures. She had an undoubting conviction that every one of them with which she came in contact understood

Starting point is 01:14:30 and loved her. She was the champion of the oppressed without knowing it. Every individual necessity stood on its own merits and came to her fresh and soul, as if she had forgotten all that went before it. Like some boys, she had her pockets as well as her hands. at the service of live things. But unlike any boy, she had in her love no admixture of natural history.

Starting point is 01:14:54 It was not interest in animals with her, but an individual love to the individual animal, whatever it might be, that presented itself to the love power in her. It may seem strange that there should be three such children together, but their fathers and mothers had for generations been poor, which was a great advantage,

Starting point is 01:15:13 as may be seen in the world by him who has eyes to see, and heard in the parable of the rich man by him who has ears to hear. Also, they were God-fearing, which was a far greater advantage, and made them honourable, for they would have scorned things that most Christians will do. Doughty's father had a rarely keen instinct for what does mean, and that not in the way of abhorrence in others, but of avoidance in himself. To shades and nuances of selfishness, which men of high repute and comfortable conscience, would neither be surprised to find in their neighbors nor annoyed to find in themselves,

Starting point is 01:15:52 he would give no quarter. Along with Andrew's father, he had in childhood and youth been under the influence of a simple-hearted pastor, whom the wise and prudent laughed at as one who could not take care of himself, incapable of seeing that, like his master, he laid down his life that he might take it again. He left God to look after him, that he might be free to look after God. Little Doughty had learned her catechism, but, thank God, had never thought about it or attempted to understand it, good negative preparation for becoming in a few years more, able to understand the New Testament with the heart of a babe. The brothers had not long to search before they came upon her, where she sat on the ground at the door of the turf-built cottage, feeding a chicken with oatmeal paste.

Starting point is 01:16:41 "'What are you doing, Dottie?' they asked. "'I'm trying,' she answered, without looking up. to ha'ad the life of the chicky. What's the matter with? Nothing but the one to a mither. Is the mither out date? No, she's alive enough, but she has all many burns to happen, ma.

Starting point is 01:17:02 Her wings winn't cover them, and she drives this, ehnawa, and when not let it come near her. Sick a cruel, mither. Nah, she's no cruel. She only wants to guard to come to me. She can't our target. it. Nah, nah, Flapie's a good mither. I ken her will. She's ain't o'er ain. She kins me,

Starting point is 01:17:23 or she woulda keep it a poor thing, and done her best with her. I can somebody, said Andrew, that would fain spread out wings like a great big hen, or all the bairns, you and me and all, Doughty. That's my mither, cried Dottie, looking up and showing her white teeth. No, it's a man, said Sandy. "'It's my father, then.' "'No, it's no. Would you like to see him?' "'No, I'm no caring.'

Starting point is 01:17:52 "'Sandy and me's going to see him some day. "'I'll gang, we, but I'm on take my chucky.' She looked down where she had set the little bird on the ground. It had hobbled away and she could not see it. "'Eh!' she cried, starting up, "'you made me forget my chucky with your questions. "'It's a mitherle peck it.' She darted off and forsook the tale of the son of man to look after her chicken.

Starting point is 01:18:16 But presently she returned with it in her hands. "'Telaw,' she said, resuming her seat. "'What do they call him?' "'They call him the Father of Jesus Christ.' "'How gang we ye?' she answered. So the church was increased by a whole half and the fraction of a chicken, type of the groaning creation, waiting for the sonship.

Starting point is 01:18:37 The three gathered to read and pray, and almost always there was some creature with them in the arms or hands of Daughty. And if the Lord was not there too, then are we Christians most miserable, for we see a glory beyond all that man could dream, and it is but a dream. Whose dream? They went on at other times with the usual employments and games of children, but there was this difference between them and most grown Christians, that when anything roused thought or question,

Starting point is 01:19:07 they at once referred it to the word of children. Jesus, and having discovered his will, made haste to do it. It naturally followed that, seeing he gives the spirit to them that obey him, they grew rapidly in the modes of their master, learning to look at things as he looked at them, to think of them as he thought of them, to value what he valued, and despise what he despised, all in simplest order of divine development, in uttermost accord with highest reason, the whole turning on the primary and continuous effort to obey. It was long before they came to have any regular time of meeting.

Starting point is 01:19:45 Andrew always took the initiative in assembling the church. When he called, they came together. Then he would read from the story and communicate any discovery he had made concerning what Jesus would have them do. Next, they would consult and settle what they should ask for, and one of them, generally Andrew, but sometimes Sandy, would pray. They made no formal utterance, but simply asked for what they needed. Here are some specimens of their petitions.

Starting point is 01:20:13 O Lord, Sandy canna for the life of him understand the rule of three. Please, Lord, help him. Oh, Lord, I didn't ken on anything I want the day. Please, gay us what we need, and what you want us to he, what would are asking it. Lord, help us. We are ill-natured, bad-tempered, the day. day, and ye wantna hayest that. Lord, Doddy's mother has a seer hate, headache.

Starting point is 01:20:43 Macar better, can ye please? When their prayers were ended, Andrew would say, Sandy, have you found anything, he says? And thereupon, if he had, Sandy would speak. Doddy never said a word, but sat and listened with her big eyes, generally stroking some creature in her lap. Surely the part of every superior is to help the life in the lower. Once the question arose in their assembly of three and a bird,

Starting point is 01:21:11 whose leg-doddy had put in splints, what became of the creatures when they died? They concluded that the sparrow that God cared for must be worth caring for, and they could not believe he had made it to last only such a little while as its life in this world. Thereupon they agreed to ask the Lord that, when they died, they might have again a certain dog, an ugly little white mongrel of which they had been very fond. All their days thereafter they were, I believe, more or less consciously, looking forward to the fulfillment of this petition.

Starting point is 01:21:43 For their hopes strengthened with the growth of their ideal, and when they had to give up any belief, it was to take a better in its place. They yielded at length the notion that the peddler was Jesus Christ, but they never ceased to believe that he was God's messenger, or that the Lord was with him always. They would not insist that he was walking about on the earth, but to the ends of their days they cherished the uncertain hope that they might, even without knowing it, look upon the face of the Lord in that of some stranger passing in the street, or mingling in a crowd, or seated in a church. For they knew that all the shapes of man belonged to him, and that, after he rose from the dead, there

Starting point is 01:22:25 were several occasions on which he did not at first look like himself to those to whom he appeared. The childlike, the essential, the divine notion of serving with their everyday will and being, the will of the living one, who lived for them that they might live, as once he had died for them that they might die, ripened in them to a Christianity that saw God everywhere, saw that everything had to be done as God would have it done, and that nothing but injustice had to be forsaken to please him. They were under no influence of what has been so well called other-worldliness, for they saw this world as much gods as that, saw that its work has to be done divinely, that it is the beginning of the world to come. It was to them all one world with

Starting point is 01:23:13 God in it, all in all. Therefore the best work for the other world was the work of this world. Such was the boyhood of that Andrew Ingram, whom Miss Fordyce now reproved for not setting a good example of going to church. The common sense of the children rapidly developed, for there is no teacher like obedience, and no obstruction like its postponement. When in after years their mothers came at length to understand that obedience had been so long the foundation of their life, It explained to them many things that had seemed strange, and brought them to reproach themselves that they should have seemed strange. It ought not to be overlooked that the whole thing was wrought in the children without directed influence of kindred, or any neighbor. They imitated none. The galvanism of imitation is not the life of the spirit.

Starting point is 01:24:08 The use of form where love is not is killing. And if anyone is desirous of spreading the truth, let him apply. himself, like these children, to the doing of it. Not obeying the truth, he is doubly a liar pretending to teach it. If he obeys it already, let him obey it more. It is life that awakes life. All form of persuasion is empty except in vital association with regnant obedience. Talking and not doing is dry rot. Cottage children are sometimes more fastidious about their food than children that have a greater variety. They have a more delicate perception and discrimination in the simple dishes on which they thrive, much choice, though little refusal.

Starting point is 01:24:53 Andrew had a great dislike to lumps in his porridge, and one day, the mother, having been less careful than usual in cooking it, he made a wry face at the first spoonful. "'Andrew,' said Sandy, "'take no thought for what you eat.' It was a wrong interpretation, but a righteous use of the word. happy the soul that mistakes the letter only to get at the spirit. Andrew's face smoothed itself, began to clear up, and broke at last into a sunny smile. He said nothing, but eat his full share of the porridge without a frown. This was practical religion, and if anyone judge it not worth telling, I count his

Starting point is 01:25:33 philosophy worthless beside it. Such a doer knows more than such a reader will ever know, except he take precisely the same way to learn. The children of God do what he would have them do, and are taught of him. A report at length reached the pastor, now an old man, of ripe heart and true insight, that certain children in his parish played at the Lord's supper. He was shocked and went to their parents. They knew nothing of the matter. The three children were sought, and the pastor had a private interview with them. From it he reappeared with a solemn, pale face and silent tongue. They asked him the result of his inquiry.

Starting point is 01:26:14 He answered that he was not prepared to interfere. As he was talking with them, the warning came that there were necks and millstones. The next Sunday he preached a sermon from the text, Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings, Thou hast perfected praise. The fathers and mothers made inquisition, and found no desire to conceal. Wisely or not, they forbade the observance. cost Andrew much thought whether he was justified in obeying them, but he saw that right and wrong in itself was not concerned, and that the Lord would have them obey their parents.

Starting point is 01:26:49 It was necessary to tell so much of the previous history of Andrew, lest what remains to be told should perhaps be unintelligible or seem incredible without it. A character like his cannot be formed in a day. It must early begin to grow. The bond thus bound between the children, altering in form as they grew, was never severed, nor was the lower creation ever cut off from its share in the petitions of any one of them. When they ceased to assemble as a community, they continued to act on the same live principles. Gladly as their parents would have sent them to college, Andrew and Sandy had to leave school,

Starting point is 01:27:27 only to work on the farm. But they carried their studies on from the point they had reached. When they could not get further without help, they sought and found it. For a year or two, they went in the winter to an evening school, but it took so much time to go and come that they found they could make more progress by working at home. What help they sought went a long way, and what they learned, they knew. When the day's work was over and the evening meal, they went to the room their own hands had made convenient for study, as well as sleep, and there resumed the labor they had dropped the night before. Together they read Greek and mathematics, but Andrew worked mainly in literature, Sandy and mechanics. On Saturdays, Sandy generally wrought at some model while Andrew read to him.

Starting point is 01:28:13 On Sundays, they always, for an hour or two, read the Bible together. The brothers were not a little amused with Miss Fortis' patronage of Andrew, but they had now been too long endeavouring to bring into subjection the sense of personal importance to take offence at it. Daughty had gone into service, and they seldom saw her when she came home for a day at the term. She was a grown woman now, but the same loving child as before. She counted the brothers her superiors, just as they counted the Laird and his daughter their superiors.

Starting point is 01:28:46 But whereas Alexa claimed the homage, Dottie yielded where was no thought of claiming it. The brothers regarded her as their sister, that she was poorer than they only made them the more watchful over her, and if possible, the more respectful to her. So she had a rich return for her care of the chickens and kids. and puppies. End of chapter 10. Recording by Hannah Mary. Chapter 11 of the Elect Lady.

Starting point is 01:29:20 This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Ben White, Haddon Township, New Jersey, United States. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald, Chapter 11. George and Andrew. George went home the next day, and the following week sent Andrew a note, explaining that when he saw him he did not know his obligation to him, and expressing the hope that, when next in town,

Starting point is 01:29:53 he would call upon him. This was hardly well, being condescension to a superior. Perhaps the worst evil in the sense of social superiority is the vile fancy that it alters human relation. George did not feel bound to make the same acknowledgement of obligation to one in humble position as to one in the same golden rank with himself. It says ill for social distinction, if, for its preservation, such an immoral difference, be essential. But Andrew was not one to dwell upon his rights. He thought it friendly of Mr. Crawford to ask him to call. Therefore, although he had

Starting point is 01:30:29 little desire to make his acquaintance and grudge the loss of time, to know man so precious as to him who has a pursuit in addition to a calling, Andrew, far stronger in courtesy of, and he was, than the man who invited him, took the first Saturday afternoon to go and see him. Mr. Crawford, the elder, lived in some style, and his door was opened by a servant whose blatant adornment filled Andrew with friendly pity. No man would submit to be dressed like that, he judged, except from necessity. The reflection sprung from no foolish and degrading contempt for household service. It is true, Andrew thought no labor so manly as that in the earth, out of which grows everything

Starting point is 01:31:09 that makes the loveliness or use of nature? For by it he came in contact with the primaries of human life, and was God's fellow laborer, a helper in the work of the universe, knowing the ways of it and living in them. But not the less would he have done any service, and that cheerfully, which his own need or that of others might have required of him.

Starting point is 01:31:32 The colors of a parrot, however, were not fit for a son of man, and hence his look of sympathy. His regard was met only by a glance of plain contempt, as the lackey moved by the same spirit as his master left him standing in the hall, to return presently and show him into the library, a room of mahogany, red Morocco, and yellow calf, where George sat. He rose and shook hands with him. I'm glad to see you, Mr. Ingram, he said. When I wrote I had but just learned how much I was indebted to you.

Starting point is 01:32:05 I understand what you must mean. returned Andrew, but it was scarce worth alluding to. Miss Fordice had the better claim to serve you. You call it nothing to carry a man of my size over a mile of heather. I had help, answered Andrew. And but for the broken leg, he added, with a laugh, I could have carried you well enough alone. There came a pause, for George did not know what next to do with the farmer fellow.

Starting point is 01:32:32 So the latter spoke again, being unembarrassed. You have a grand library. Mr. Crawford. It must be fine to sit among so many books. It's just like a wine-merchant-cellar is only here you can open a drink and leave the bottles as full as before. A good simile, Mr. Ingram, replied George. You must come and dine with me and we'll open another sort of bottle. You must excuse me there, sir. I have no time for that sort of bottle. I understand you read a great deal. Weather permitting, returned Andrew. I should have thought, if anything, was independent of the weather. It must be reading. Not a farmer's reading, sir. To him, the weather is

Starting point is 01:33:14 the word of God, telling him whether to work or read. George was silent. To him, the word of God was the Bible. But you must read a great deal yourself, sir, resumed Andrew, casting a glance around the room. The books are my fathers, said George. He did not mention that his own reading came all in the library cart, except when he wanted some special information. For George was a practical man. He read his Bible to prepare for his class in the Sunday school and his Shakespeare when he was going to see one of his plays acted. He would make the best of both worlds by paying due attention to both. He was religious, but liberal. His father was a banker, an elder of the Kirk, well-reputed, in and beyond his circle. He gave to many charities and largely to educational schemes. His religion

Starting point is 01:34:03 was to hold by the traditions of the elders and keep himself respectable in the eyes of money-dealers. He went to church regularly and always asked God's blessing on his food, as if it were a kind of general sauce. He never prayed God to make him love his neighbor or help him to be an honest man. He had worship every morning, no doubt, but only a non-entity like his God could care for such prayers as his. George rejected his father's theology As false in logic and cruel in character George knew just enough of God to be guilty of neglecting him

Starting point is 01:34:40 When I am out all day I can do with less reading For then I have the Book of Knowledge Fair Said Andrew Quoting Milton It does not take all one's attention To drive a straight furrow Or keep the harrow on the edge of the last bout

Starting point is 01:34:57 You don't mean you can read your Bible as you hold the plow said George. No, sir, answered Andrew amused. A body could not well manage a book between the stilts of the plow. The Bible will keep till you get home. A little of it goes a long way. But Paul counted the book of creation enough to make the heathen to blame for not minding it. Never a wind wakes of a sudden, but it talks to me about God.

Starting point is 01:35:24 And is not the sunlight the same that came out of the body of Jesus at his transfiguration? You seem to have some rather prer. peculiar ideas of your own, Mr. Ingram? Perhaps, sir, for a man to have no ideas of his own is much the same as to have no ideas at all. A man cannot have the ideas of another man, any more than he can have another man's soul or another man's body. That is a dangerous doctrine. Perhaps we are not talking about the same thing. I mean by ideas what a man orders his life by.

Starting point is 01:35:58 your ideas may be wrong the all-wise is my judge so much the worst if you are the wrong it is the only good whether i be in the right or the wrong would i have my mistakes overlooked what judge would i desire but the judge of all the earth shall he not do right and will he not set me right that is a most dangerous confidence it would be if there were any other judge but it will be neither the other judge but it will be neither the other the church nor the world that will sit on the great white throne. He who sits there will not ask, did you go to church, or did you believe in this or that? But did you do what I told you? And what will you say to that, Mr. Ingram? I will say, Lord, thou knowest. The answer checked George a little. Suppose he should say you did not. What would you answer? I would say, Lord, send me where I may learn. And if he should say, That is what I sent you into the world for, and you have not done it. What would you say then?

Starting point is 01:37:08 I should hold my peace. You do what he tells you, then. I try. Does he not say, forsake not the assembling of yourselves together? No, sir. No. Somebody says something like it in the epistle of the Hebrews. And isn't that the same?

Starting point is 01:37:30 The man who wrote it would be indignant of your saying so. Tell me, Mr. Crawford, what makes a gathering a church? It would take me some time to arrange my ideas before I could answer you. Is it not the presence of Christ that makes an assembly a church? Well, does he not say that where two or three are met in his name, there is he in the midst of them? Yes. then thus far I will justify myself to you that if I do not go to what you call church, I yet often make one of a company met in his name.

Starting point is 01:38:08 He does not limit the company to two or three. Assuredly not, but if I find I get more help and strength with a certain few, why should I go with a multitude to get less? Will you draw another line to the masters? Why should it be more sacred to worship with 500 or 5,000? than with three. If he is in the midst of them, they cannot be wrong gathered. It looks as if you thought yourself better than everybody else.

Starting point is 01:38:35 If it were so, then certainly he would not be one of the gathering. How are you to know that he is in the midst of you? If we are not keeping his commandments, he is not. But his presence cannot be proved. It can only be known. If he meets us, it is not necessary to the joy of his presence. that we should be able to prove that he does meet us. If a man has the company of the Lord,

Starting point is 01:39:01 he will care little whether another does or does not believe that he has. Your way is against the peace of the church. It fosters division. Did the Lord come to send peace on earth? My way, as you call it, would make division, but division between those who call themselves his and those who are his. It would bring together those that love him. Company would merge with company that they might look on the Lord together.

Starting point is 01:39:29 I don't believe Jesus cares much for what is called the visible church, but he cares with his very Godhead for those that do as he tells them. They are his father's friends. They are his elect by whom he will save the world. It is by those who obey and by their obedience that he will save those who do not obey, that is, will bring them to obey. It is one by one. the world will pass to his side. There is no saving in the lump. If a thousand be converted at once,

Starting point is 01:39:58 it is every single lonely man that is converted. You would make a slow process of it. If slow, yet faster than any other, all God's processes are slow. How many years has the world existed, do you imagine, sir? I don't know. Geologists say hundreds and hundreds of thousands. And how many is it since Christ came? toward 2000 Then we are but in the morning of Christianity There is plenty of time The day is before us

Starting point is 01:40:30 Dangerous doctrine for the sinner Why Time is plentable For his misery If he will not repent Plentiful for the mercy of God That would lead him to repentance There is plenty of time for labor and hope

Starting point is 01:40:45 None for indifference and delay God will have his creatures good they cannot escape him. Then a man may put off repentance as long as he pleases. Certainly he may, at least as long as he can. But it is a fearful thing to try issues with God. I can hardly say I understand you. Mr. Crawford, you have questioned me in the way of kindly anxiety and reproof.

Starting point is 01:41:13 That has given me the right to question you. Tell me, do you admit we are bound to do what our Lord requires? Of course. How could any Christian man do otherwise? Yet a man may say, Lord, Lord, and be cast out. It is one thing to say we are bound to do what the Lord tells us, and another to do what he tells us. He says, seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness. Mr. Crawford, are you seeking the kingdom of God first? Or are you seeking money first? We are sent into the world to make our living. Sent into the world. we have to seek our living. We are not sent into the world to seek our living, but to seek the

Starting point is 01:41:56 kingdom and righteousness of God, and to seek a living is very different from seeking a fortune. If you, Mr. Ingram, had a little wholesome ambition, you would be less given to judging your neighbors. Andrew held his peace, and George concluded he had had the best of the argument, which was all he wanted. Of the truth concerned, he did not see enough to care about it. Andrew, perceiving no good was to be done, was willing to appear defeated. He did not value any victory but the victory of the truth, and George was not yet capable of being conquered by the truth. No, he resumed.

Starting point is 01:42:32 We must avoid personalities. There are certain things all respectable people have agreed to regard as right. He is a presumptuous man who refuses to regard them. Reflect on it, Mr. Ingram. The curious smile hovered. above the lip of the ploughman. When things to say did not come to him, he went nowhere to fetch them. Almost in childhood he had learned that.

Starting point is 01:42:58 When one is required to meet the lie, words are given him. When they are not, silence is better. A man who does not love the truth but disputes for victory is the swine before whom pearls must not be cast. Andrew's smile meant that it had been a waste of his time to call upon Mr. Crawford. but he did not blame himself for he had come out of pure friendliness he would have risen at once but feared to seem offended crawford therefore with the rudeness of a superior himself rose saying is there anything i can do for you mr ingram the only thing one man can do for another is to be at one with him answered andrew rising ah you are a socialist that accounts for much said george tell me this returned andrew looking him in the eyes did Jesus ever ask of his father anything his father would not give him? Not that I remember, answered George, fearing a theological trap.

Starting point is 01:43:58 He said once, I pray for them which shall believe in me, that they all may be one, as thou father art in me, and I in thee, that they also many be one in us. No man can be one with another, who is not one with Christ. as he left the house a carriage drove up in which was Mr. Crawford the elder, home from a meeting of directors, at which a dividend had been agreed upon to be paid from the capital in preparation for another issue of shares. Andrew walked home a little bewildered. How is it, he said to himself, that so many who would be terrified at the idea of not being Christians, and are horrified at any man who does not believe there is a God,

Starting point is 01:44:43 are yet absolutely indifferent to what their Lord tells them to do if they would be his disciples. But may not I be in like case without knowing it? Do I meet God in my geometry? When I so much enjoy my Euclid, is it always God geometrizing to me? Do I feel talking with God every time I dwell upon any fact of his world of lines and circles and angles? Is it God with me every time that the joy of life of a wind, or a sky or a lovely phrase flashes through me? Oh, my God.

Starting point is 01:45:18 He broke out in speechless prayer as he walked. And those that passed said to themselves, he was mad. How in such a world could any but a madman wear a face of joy? Oh, my God, thou art all in all, and I have everything. The world is mine because it is thine. I thank thee, Lord, my God, that thou hast lifted me up to sea. whence I came to know to whom I belong. To know who is my father and makes me his heir.

Starting point is 01:45:50 I am thine infinitely more than mine own, and thou art mine as thou art Christ's. He knew his father in the same way that Jesus Christ knows his father. He was at home in the universe, neither lonely nor out of doors, nor afraid. End of chapter 11. Recording by Ben White, Haddon Township, New Jersey, United States.

Starting point is 01:46:22 Chapter 12 of The Elect Lady. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 12. The Crawfords. Through strong striving. to secure his life, Mr. Crawford lost it, both in God's sense of loss and his own.

Starting point is 01:46:53 He narrowly escaped being put in prison, died instead, and was put into God's prison to pay the uttermost farthing. But he had been such a good Christian that his fellow Christians mourned over his failure and his death, not over his dishonesty. For did they not know that if, By more dishonesty, he could have managed to recover his footing. He would have paid everything? One injunction only he obeyed. He provided for his own. Of all the widows concerned in his bank, his widow alone was secured from want, and she, like a dutiful wife, took care that his righteous intention should be rightously carried out. Not a penny would she give up to the paupers her husband had made. The downfall of the House of Cards took place a few months after George's return to its business,

Starting point is 01:47:48 not initiated to the mysteries of his father's transactions, ignorant of what had long been threatening. It was a terrible blow to him, but he was a man of action, and at once looked to America. At home he could not hold up his head. He had often been to Potlurg and had been advancing in intimacy with Alexa, but he would not show himself there until he could appear as a man of decision until he was on the point of departure she would be the more willing to believe his innocence of complicity in the deceptions that had led to his ruin he would thus also manifest self-denial and avoid the charge of interested motives he could not face the suspicion of being a suitor with nothing to offer george had always taken the grand rule that of superior benefactor bestower he was powerful in condescension. Not, therefore, until the night before he sailed did he go to Potlorg. Alexa received him with a shade of displeasure. I am going away, he said, abruptly, the moment they

Starting point is 01:48:51 receded. Her heart gave a painful throb in her throat, but she did not lose her self-possession. Where are you going? she asked. To New York, he replied. I have got a situation there, in a not-unimportant house. There, at least, I am taken for an honestness. man. From your heaven I have fallen. No one falls from any heaven but has himself to blame, rejoined Alexa. Where have I been to blame? I was not in my father's confidence. I knew nothing, positively nothing, of what was going on. Why then did you not come to see me? A man who is neither beggar nor a thief is not willing to look either. You would have come if you had trusted me, she said. You must pardon pride in a ruined man, he answered.

Starting point is 01:49:39 now that i am starting to-morrow i do not feel the same dread of being misunderstood it was not kind of you george knowing yourself fit to be trusted why did you not think me capable of trusting but alexa a man's own father for a moment he showed signs of an emotion he had seldom had to repress i beg your pardon george cried alexa i am both stupid and selfish are you really going so far Her voice trembled. I am, but to return, I hope, in a very different position. You would have me understand that I shall then be able to hold up my head. Why should an innocent man ever do otherwise? He cannot help seeing himself in other people's thoughts. If we are in the right, ought we mind what people think of us, said Alexa.

Starting point is 01:50:33 Perhaps not, but I will make them think of me as I choose. How? by compelling their respect. You mean to make a fortune? Yes. Then it will be the fortune they respect. You will not be more worthy. I shall not.

Starting point is 01:50:49 Is such respects worth having? Not in itself. In what then? Why lay yourself out for it? Believe me, Alexa. Even the real respect of such people would be worthless to me. I only want to bring them to their marrow bones. The truth was,

Starting point is 01:51:07 Alexa prized social position so dearly that she did not relish his regarding it as a thing at the command of money. Let George be as rich as a Jew or an American. Alexa would never regard him as her equal. George worshipped money. Alexa worshipped birth and land. Our own way of being wrong is all right in our own eyes. Our neighbor's way of being wrong is offensive to all that is good in us. We are anxious, therefore, kindly angry. to pull the moat out of his eye, never thinking of the big beam in the way of the operation. Jesus labored to show us that our immediate business is to be right ourselves. Until we are, even our righteous indignation is waste. While he spoke, George's eyes were on the ground. His grand resolve did not give his innocence strength to look in the face of the woman he loved. He felt, without knowing why, that she was supposed. not satisfied with him. Of the paltriness of his ambition, he had no inward hint. The high

Starting point is 01:52:14 resolves of a puny nature must be a laughter to the angels, the bad ones. If a man has no ambition, he resumed, feeling after her objection, how is he to fulfill the end of his being? No sluggard ever made his mark. How would the world advance, but for the men who have to make their fortunes? If a man find his father has not made money for him, what is he to do but make it for himself? You would not have me all my life a clerk. If I had but known, I should by this time have been well ahead. Alexa had nothing to answer. It all sounded very reasonable. Were not Scott's boys everywhere taught it was the business of life to rise. In whatever position they were, was it not their part to get out of it? She did not see that it is in the

Starting point is 01:53:05 the kingdom of heaven only we are bound to rise. We are born into the world not to rise in the kingdom of Saturn, but out of it. And the only way to rise in the kingdom of heaven is to do the work given us to do. Whatever be intended for us, this is the only way to it. We have not to promote ourselves, but to do our work. It is the master of the feast who says, go up. If a man go up of himself, he will find he has misconstitutional. He will find he has mistake in the head of the table, more talk followed, but neither cast any light, neither saw the true question. George took his leave. Alexa said she would be glad to hear from him. Alexa did not like the form of George's ambition, to gain money, and so compel the respect of persons

Starting point is 01:53:54 he did not himself respect. But was she clear of the money disease herself? Would she have married a poor man to go on as hitherto? Would she be able to? Would she? she not have been ashamed to have george know how she had supplied his needs while he lay in the house that it was with the poor gains of her poultry-yard she fed him did it improve her moral position toward money that she regarded commerce with contempt a rudiment of the time when nobles treated merchants as a cottager his bees george's situation was a subordinate one in a house of large dealings in wall street End of Chapter 12. Chapter 13 of The Elect Lady. This is a LibraVox recording. All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibraVox.org. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 13. Dotty Is not the church supposed to be made up of God's elect?

Starting point is 01:55:08 And yet most of my readers find it hard to believe there should be three persons, so related, who agreed to ask of God, and to ask neither riches nor love, but that God should take his own way with them, that the Father should work his will in them, that he would teach them what he wanted of them, and help them to do it. The church is God's elect, and yet you cannot believe in three holy children. Do you say, because they are represented as beginning to obey so young? Then, I answer, there can be no principle only an occasional and arbitrary exercise of spiritual power

Starting point is 01:55:50 in the perfecting of praise out of the mouth of babes and sucklings, or in the preference of them to the wise and prudent as the respite of divine revelation. Dottie never said much, but tried the more, With heartiness, she accepted what conclusions the brothers came to, so far as she understood them, and what was practical she understood as well as they, for she had in her heart the spirit of that son of man who chose a child to represent him and his father. As to what they heard at church, their minds were so set on doing what they found in the gospel, that it passed over them without even rousing their intellect, and so vanished without doing any hurt.

Starting point is 01:56:38 Tune to the truth by obedience, no falsehood they heard from the popet partisans of God could make a chord vibrate in response. Dottie indeed heard nothing but the good that was mingled with the falsehood, and shone like a lantern through a thick fog. She was little more than a child when, to the trouble of her parents. She had to go out to service. every half-year she came home for a day or so and neither feared nor found any relation altered at length after several closely following changes occasioned by no fault of hers she was without a place miss fordice heard of it and proposed to her parents that until she found another she should help meg who is growing old and rather blind she would thus she said go on learning and not be idling at home Dottie's mother was not a little amused at the idea of anyone idling in her house, not to say Dottie, whom idleness would have tried harder than any amount of work,

Starting point is 01:57:44 but, if only that Miss Fordice might see what sort of girl Doughty was, she judged it right to accept her offer. She had not been at Portlurg a week before Meg began to complain that she did not leave work enough to keep her warm. No doubt it gave her time for her. her book, but her eyes were not so good as they used to be, and she was apt to fall asleep over it and catch cold. But when her mistress proposed to send her away, she would not hear of it, so Alexa, who had begun to take an interest in her, set her to do things she had hitherto

Starting point is 01:58:20 done herself, and began to teach her other things. Before three months were over, she was a necessity in the house, and to part with Dottie seemed impossible. A place, about that time turning up. Alexa at once offered her wages, and so Doughty became an integral portion of the Laird's modest household. The Laird himself, at length, began to trust her as he had never trusted servant,

Starting point is 01:58:47 for he taught her to dust his precious books, which hitherto he had done himself, but of late had shrunk from, finding not a few of them worse than Pandora boxes, liberating asthma at the merest unclosing, Doughty was now a grown woman, bright, gentle, playful, with loving eyes, and a constant overflow of tenderness upon any creature that could receive it. She had small but decided and regular features, whose prevailing expression was confidence, not in herself, for she was scarce conscious of herself

Starting point is 01:59:19 even in the act of denying herself, but in the person upon whom her trusting eyes were turned. She was in the world to help, with no political economy beyond the idea that for help and nothing else did anyone exist. To be as the sun and the rain and the wind, as the flowers that lived for her and not for themselves, as the river that flowed, and the heather that bloomed lovely around the bare moor in the autumn, such was her notion of being, that she had to take care of herself was a falsehood that never entered her brain, to do what she ought, and not do what she ought not, was enough on her part, and God would do the rest. I will not say she reasoned thus. To herself she was scarce a conscious object at all, both bodily and spiritually, she was in the finest health. If illness came, she would perhaps

Starting point is 02:00:12 then discover a self with which she had to fight. I cannot tell, but my impression is that she had so long done the true thing that illness would only develop a self. in conscience, victory, perfecting the devotion of our simple righteousness. It is because we are selfish, with that worse selfishness which is incapable of recognizing itself, not to say its own loathsomeness, that we have to be made ill. That they may leave the last remnants of their selfishness are the saints themselves overtaken by age and death. Suffering does not cause the vile thing in us.

Starting point is 02:00:50 That was there all the time, it comes to devils. in us the knowledge of its presence, that it may be wore to the knife between us and it. It was no wonder that Doughty grew more and more of a favorite at Potlurg. She did not read much, but would learn by heart anything that pleased her, and then go saying or singing it to herself. She had the voice of a lark, and her song prevented many a search for her, against that reign of melody, not the pride of the laird, or the orderliness of the ex-school master ever put up the umbrella of rebuke.

Starting point is 02:01:25 Her singing was so true, came so clear from the fountain of joy, and so plainly from no desire to be heard, that it gave no annoyance. While such was her sympathy, that, although she had never yet suffered, you would, to hear her sing, my nannies away, have thought her in truth mourning an absent lover, and familiar with every pang of heart privation. Her cleanliness, clean even of its own show, was a heavenly purity, while so gently was all her spiriting done, that the very idea of fuss died in the presence of her labor. To the self-centered

Starting point is 02:02:02 such a person soon becomes a nobody, the more dependent they are upon her unfailing ministration, the less they think of her, but they have another way of regarding such in the high countries. Hardly any knew her real name. She was known but by her pet name, Doughty. Alexa, who wondered at times that she could not interest her in things she made her read, little knew how superior the girl's choice was to her own, not knowing much of literature. What she liked was always of the best in its kind, and nothing without some best element could interest her at all. but she was not left either to her own sweet will or to the prejudices of her well-meaning mistress,

Starting point is 02:02:47 however long the intervals that parted them. Andrew continued to influence her reading as from the first. A word now and a word then with the books he lent or gave her was sufficient. That Andrew liked this or that was enough to make Dottie set herself to find in it what Andrew liked, and it was thus she became acquainted with most of what she learned. by heart. Above two years before the time to which I have now brought my narrative, Sandy had given up farming to pursue the development of certain inventions of his, which had met the approval of a man of means who, unable himself to devise, could yet understand a device. He saw that there was use,

Starting point is 02:03:31 and consequently money in them, and wisely put it in Sandy's power to perfect them. He was in consequence but little at home, and when Doughty went to see her parents, as she could much oftener now, Andrew and she generally met without a third. However, many weeks might have passed. They always met as if they have parted only the night before. There was neither shyness nor forwardness in Dottie. Perhaps a livelier rose might tinge her sweet round cheek when she saw Andrew, perhaps a brighter spark shone in the pupil of Andrew's eye, but they met as calmly as as two prophets in the secret of the universe. Neither anxious nor eager,

Starting point is 02:04:13 the old relation between them was the more potent that it made so little outward show. Have you anything for me, Andrew? Doughty would say, in the strong dialect which her sweet voice made so pleasant to those that loved her, whereupon Andrew, perhaps without immediate answer more than a smile,

Starting point is 02:04:32 would turn into his room and reappear with what he had got ready for her to chew upon till they should meet again. Milton's sonnet, for instance, to the version wise and pure, had long served her aspiration, equally wise and pure. Dottie could understand it as well as she for whom it was written. To see the delight she took in it would have been a joy to any loving student of humanity. It had cost her more effort to learn than almost any song, and perhaps therefore it was the more precious. Andrew seldom gave her a book to learn from. general he copied, in his clearest handwriting, whatever poem or paragraph he thought fit for

Starting point is 02:05:13 Doughty, and when they met, she would not unfrequently, if there was time, repeat unasked what she had learned, and be rewarded with this unfailing look of satisfaction. There was a secret between them, a secret proclaimed on the housetops, a secret hidden, the most precious of pearls, in their hearts, that the earth is the lords and the fullness thereof, that its work is the work of the Lord, whether the sewing of the field, the milking of the cow, the giving to the poor, the spending of wages, the reading of the Bible, that God is all in all, and every throb of gladness, his gift, that their life came fresh every moment from his heart, that what was lacking to them would arrive the very moment he

Starting point is 02:06:01 had got them ready for it. They were God's little ones in God's world. Nonetheless, their own that they did not desire to swallow it or thrust it in their pockets. Among poverty-stricken Christians, consumed with care to keep a hold of the world and save their souls, they were as two children of the house by living in the presence of the living one. They had become themselves his presence, dim lanterns through which his light shone steady, who obeys, shines. End of Chapter 13. of the elect lady. This is a Libervox recording.

Starting point is 02:06:47 All Libervox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 14, Sandy and George Sandy had found it expedient to go to America. and had now been there a 12-month. He had devised a machine of the value of which not even his patron could be convinced. That is, he could not see the prospect of its making money fast enough to constitute it a good thing.

Starting point is 02:07:32 Sandy regarded it as a discovery, a revelation for the uplifting of a certain downtrodden portion of the community, and therefore, having saved a little money, had resolved to make it known in the States, where insight into probabilities is fresher. And now Andrew had a letter from him in which he mentioned that he had come across Mr. Crawford, already of high repute in Wall Street, that he had been kind to him,

Starting point is 02:08:04 and having learned his object in visiting the country and the approximate risk in bringing out his invention had taken the thing into consideration. But the next mail brought another letter to the effect that, having learned the nature of the business done by Mr. Crawford, he found himself unable to distinguish between it and gambling, or worse. It seemed to him a vortex whose very important,

Starting point is 02:08:38 emptiness drew money into it. He had therefore drawn back and declined to put the thing in Crawford's hands. This letter, Andrew gave Doughty to read, that she might see that Sandy remained a true man. He had never been anxious on the point, but was very glad that ignorance had not drawn him into an evil connection. Dottie took the letter with her to read at her leisure. Unable, however, to understand something Sandy said concerning Mr. Crawford's business, she asked a question or two of her mistress,

Starting point is 02:09:23 which led to questions on Alexa's part. Finding what was the subject of Sandy's letter, she wished to see it. Doughty asked leave of Andrew and gave it her. Alexa was both distressed and indignant, becoming at once George's partisan. Her distress diminished and her indignation increased as she reflected on the airt whence the unfavorable report reached her. The brothers were such peculiar men.

Starting point is 02:10:03 She recalled the strange things she had heard of their childhood. Doubtless the judgment was formed on an overstrained and quixotic idea of honesty. Besides, there had always been a strong, socialistic tendency in them, which explained how Sandy could malign his benefactor. George was incapable of doing anything dishonorable. She would not trouble herself about. about it. But she would like to know how Andrew regarded the matter. She asked him, therefore, what he thought of Sandy's procedure. Andrew replied that he did not know much about business,

Starting point is 02:10:48 but that the only safety must lie in having nothing to do with what was doubtful. Therefore, Sandy had done right. Alexis said it was too bad of him to condemn where he confessed ignorance. Andrew replied, Ma'am, if Mr. Crawford is wrong, he is condemned. If he is right, my private doubt cannot hurt him. Sandy must act by his own doubt, not by Mr. Crawford's confidence. Alexa grew more distressed, for she began to recall things George had said, which at the time she had not liked, but which she had succeeded,

Starting point is 02:11:32 in forgetting. If he had indeed gone astray, she hoped he would forget her. She could do without him. But the judgment of such a man as Sandy could settle nothing. Of humble origin and childish simplicity, he could not see the thing as a man of experience must. George might be all right, notwithstanding. At the same time, there was his father, whose repughey. mutation remained under a thick cloud whose failed character rather than his ill success had driven George to the other continent. Breed must go for something in a question of probabilities. It was the first time Alexa's thoughts had been turned into such a channel. She clung to the poor comfort that something must have passed at the interview so kindly sought by George to set the quixotical

Starting point is 02:12:32 young farmer against him. She would not utter his name to Andrew ever again. She was right in thinking that George cherished a sincere affection for her. It was one of the spurs which drove him too eagerly after money. I doubt if any man starts with a developed love of money for its own sake, except indeed he be born of generations of mammon worshippers. George had gone into speculation with the object of retrieving the position in which he had supposed himself born, and in the hope of winning the hand of his cousin, thinking too much of himself to offer what would not in the eyes of the world

Starting point is 02:13:20 be worth her acceptance. When he stepped on the inclined plane of dishonest, he believed himself only engaging in legitimate speculation, but he was at once affected by the atmosphere about him, wrapped in the breath of admiration and adulation surrounding men who cared for nothing but money-making, men who were not merely dishonest, but the very serpents of dishonesty, against whom pickpockets will stick off as angels of light. Constantly under the softly persuasive influence of low morals and extravagant appreciation of cunning, he came by rapid degrees to think less and less of right and wrong.

Starting point is 02:14:14 At first he called the doings of the place dishonest, then he called them sharp practice. Then he called them a little shady, then close sailing. Then he said this or that transaction was deuced clever. Then the man was more rogue than fool. Then he laughed at the success of a vile trick. Then he touched the pitch and thinking all the time it was but with one finger was presently besmeared all over, as was natural. for he who will touch is already smeared.

Starting point is 02:14:56 While Alexa was fighting his battles with herself, he had thrown down his arms in the only battle worth fighting. When he wrote to her, which he did regularly, he said no more about business than that his prospects were encouraging. How much his reticence may have had to do with a sense of her disapproval, I cannot tell. End of chapter 14. Chapter 15 of the elect lady.

Starting point is 02:15:37 This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Devorah Allen. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 15. Mother and daughter.

Starting point is 02:15:59 One lovely summer evening, Doughty, with a bundle in her hand, looked from the top of a grassy knoll down on her parents' turf cottage. The sun was setting behind her, and she looked as if she had stepped from it as it touched the ground on which she stood, rosy with the rosiness of the sun, but with alight in her countenance which came from a higher source, from the same nest as the sun himself. She paused but a moment, ran down the hill,

Starting point is 02:16:29 and found her mother making the porridge. Mother and daughter neither embraced nor kissed, nor even shook hands, but their faces glowed with delight, and words of joy and warmest welcome flowed between them. But you had not lost your place, how you, henny? said the mother. No, mother, there's no fear of that, as long as the laird or Miss Lexis to the fore.

Starting point is 02:16:52 They treat me, I would not say like one of themselves, but as if they would have liked me for one of themselves, "'Kinnett had pleased the Lord to send me their way instead of yours. "'They're that good to me you cannot think.' "'Then what's brought you the day?' "'I begged for the play day. I wanted to see Anru.' "'Alas, I'm feared for you. "'You might not set your hearts a hay.

Starting point is 02:17:15 "'Anru is the best a man in, "'but alas, can't have a man till their sale "'just because he's the best man in the world?' "'What mean you by that, mother?' said Doughty, "'looking a little scared. "'Am I not to love Andrew? "'because he's missed as good as the Lord would have him. "'Would you have me hate him for it?

Starting point is 02:17:32 "'Has he not taught me to love God? "'To love him better know her father, mother, Andrew, or anybody? "'I will love Andrew. "'What can you mean, Mother?' "'What I mean, Dot, he is, "'that you ma' not think because you love him, you mon hay him. "'You mona think you cannot do wanton Andrew.' "'It's true, Mother.

Starting point is 02:17:52 "'I cannot what I should do wanton Andrew. "'Is not he I shoven the door to the kingdom a wee wider to let me see in the better. As little fairly I lo him. But as to want'n'em for my own man, as ye have my father. Mother, I would be ashamed of myself to think of any sick a thing.

Starting point is 02:18:09 Clean affront it with myself I would be. Well, well, Byrne, ye was I a wise like lass, and I'm on lipping till ye. Only look to your heart. As for no lovin'em, mother, me that can I look at a blind kitlin unlawed it. Lo, lo, mither.

Starting point is 02:18:26 God made me so. "'And didn't it mean me not to love Andrew?' "'Andrew,' she repeated, "'as if the word meant the perfection of earth's worthiest, "'rendering the idea of appropriation too absurd. "'Silence followed, but the mother was brooding. "'Yemone bethink, y'elas, "'ho far he's a bonnier,' she said at length.

Starting point is 02:18:50 "'As the son of the farmer on whose land her husband was a cotter, "'andrew seemed to her what the laird seemed to old John English, and what the earl seemed to the Laird, though the Laird's family was ancient when the earls had not been heard of. But Dottie understood Andrew better than did her mother. You and me sees him far abone, mother, but Andrew himself never thinks the nacek things.

Starting point is 02:19:15 He's so used to looking up, he's forgotten to look down. He holds his landfrey higher than the Laird, or the earl himself. The mother was silent. She was faithful and true. But fed on the dried fish of logic and system and Roman legalism, she could not follow the simplities of her daughter's religion,

Starting point is 02:19:36 who trusted neither in notions about him nor even in what he had done, but in the live Christ himself whom she loved and obeyed. If Andrew wanted to marry me, Dory went on, jealous for the divine liberty of her teacher, which never came into his head, nah, not once, the same being tan up with fire other things, it would not be because I was but a cotter last that he would not take his Aingate. But the morning's the Sabbath day, and we'll have a walk together. I didn't altogether like the walks upon the Sabbath day, said the mother. Jesus walked on the Sabbath the same as on the other day, Mother.

Starting point is 02:20:15 Well, but he kinned what he was about, and say do I, Mother, I can his wool. He had I something on hand fit to be done on the Sabbath. And so have I the day, Mither. "'If I was to do anything not fit in this his world, "'looking out of the ain he gave me, "'with the hands and feet he gave me, "'I would just deserve to be nip it out at once, "'or sent until the outer murk.

Starting point is 02:20:39 "'There's a money monfer ill, then, lass. "'I'm saying only for myself. "'I can none so to blame as I would be myself. "'Is not that making yourself out better nor other folk, lass? "'Ginn I said I thought anything worth doing "'but the will of God, I would be a layer. "'Gin I say man or woman has nothing either to do in this world or the next, "'I say it, believe in ilk one of them mun come till it at the long last.

Starting point is 02:21:04 "'Few sees it yet, but the time's coming when ilk a body will be as sure it as I am. "'What wonder is it that I say it, would Jesus telling me the same from morning to night? "'Las, lass, I fear me. You'll gang out here mine.' "'It'll be into the mind of Christ then, Mother. "'I didn't care for my ain, mine. "'I had none of my own, and we'll stick to. his. Again I didn't make his mine and stick to it, I'm lost. No, mother, I'll set the things, and run over to the house and let Andrew Kenham here. As you will, lass, you're a yont me.

Starting point is 02:21:40 I so say nothing anent a willful woman, for you've been I a good daughter. I trust her reason to hope the Lord will not be disappointed in you. Dottie found Andrew in the stable, suppering his horses, told him she had something to talk to him about, and asked if he would let her go with him in his walk the next day. Andrew was delighted to see her, but he did not say so, and she was back before her mother had taken the milk from the press. In a few minutes her father appeared, and welcomed her with a sober joy.

Starting point is 02:22:12 As they ate their supper, he could not keep his eyes off her. She sat looking so well and nice and trim. He was a good-looking, work-worn man, his hands absolutely horny with labor. But inside many such horny, husks, a ripening beautiful kingdom hands for the time when dear welcome death will loose and let us go from the grave clothes of the body that bind some of us even hand and foot. Rugged father and withered mother were beautiful in the eyes of Daughty, and she and God saw them better than any other.

Starting point is 02:22:47 Good, endless good was on the way to them all. It was so pleasant to be waiting for the best of all good things. End of chapter 15. Chapter 16 of the elect lady. This is a Libervox recording. All Libervox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visitlibrovox.org. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald.

Starting point is 02:23:21 Chapter 16. Andrew and Doddy. Dottie slept in peace and happy dreams till the next morning when she was up, almost with the sun and out in his low, clear light. For the sun was strong again. The red labor and weariness were gone from his shining face. Everything about her seemed to know God, or at least to have had a moment's gaze upon him. How else could everything look so content, hopeful, and happy? It is the man who will not fall in with the father's bliss to whom the world seemed soulless and dull. Dottie was at peace because she desired nothing but what she knew he was best pleased to give her.

Starting point is 02:23:57 Even had she cherished for Andrew the kind of love her mother feared, her Lord's will would have been her comfort and strength. If anyone say, then she could not know what love is. I answer, that person does not know what the better love is that lifts the being into such a serene air that it can fast from many things and yet be blessed beyond what any other granted desire could make it. The scent of the sweet peas growing against the turf wall and her doughty's soul, like a breath from the fields of heaven, where the children made merry with the angels, the merriest of playfellows, and the winds and waters and all the living things, and all the things half alive, all the flowers and all the creatures were at their sportive call, where the little ones had babies to play with

Starting point is 02:24:45 and did not hurt them, and where dolls were neither loved nor missed being never thought of. Such like were the girls' imaginings as her thoughts went straying, inventing, discovering. She did not fear the father would be angry with her for being his child and playing a creation, who indeed but one that in loving heart can make, can rightly love the making of the maker. When they had had their breakfast and the old people were ready for church, where they would listen a little, sleep a little, sing heartily, and hear nothing to wake hunger, joy or aspiration, Dottie put a piece of oat cake in her pocket and went to join Andrew, where they had made their trist, and where she found him waiting.

Starting point is 02:25:27 At his length in a brush of Heather, with Henry Vaughan Sylexantilans, drawing it from bright shoots of everlastingness for his Sabbath days to light. He read one or two of the poems to Dottie, who was pleased, but not astonished. She was never astonished at anything. She had nothing in her to make anything beautiful by contrast. Her mind was of beauty itself, and anything beautiful was to her but the order and law of things. what was to be expected. Nothing struck her because of its rarity.

Starting point is 02:25:57 The rare was at home in her country, and she was at home with it. When, for instance, he read, Father of Lights, what sunny seeds, she took it up at once and understood it, felt that the good man had said the thing that was to be said, and loved him for it. She was not surprised to hear that the prayer was more than two hundred years old. Were there not millions of years in front? why should it be wonderful that a few years behind men should have thought and felt as she did and been able to say it as she never could? Had she not always loved the little cocks and watching them learn to crow? But Andrew, she said at length,

Starting point is 02:26:36 I went to tell you something that's troubling me. Then you can learn me what you like. Tell on, dottie, said Andrew, and she began. A night a fortnight ago, I couldn't sleep. A-drave a-a-de-she-back-gatherer e'am of my brain. or a stale after a nither, but the sleep stacked at the war with him, and I'll gain took otta away with him. I wouldn't have tried, but I had to be up here, and I was feared I would sleep in. For the sake of my more polished readers, I do not say more refined for polish and refinement,

Starting point is 02:27:09 maybe worlds apart, I will give the rest in modern English. So I got up, and thought to sweep and dust the hall and the stairs. Then if, when I lay down again, I should say, sleep too long, there would be a part of the day's work done. You know, Andrew, what the house is like. At the top of the stair that begins directly, you enter the house. There is a big, irregular place, bigger than the floor of your barn laid with flags. It is just as if all the different parts of the house had been built at different times round about it, and then it was itself roofed in by an afterthought. That's what we call the hall. The spare room opens on the left at the top of the

Starting point is 02:27:49 stair, and to the right, across the hall, beyond the swell of the short, thick tower you see the half of outside, is the door of the study. It is all round with books. Some of them, mistress says, worth their weight in gold they are so scarce. But the master trusts me to dust them. He used to do it himself, but now that he is getting old, he does not like the trouble. And it makes him asmatic. He says, books more need dusting than anything else, but are in more danger of being hurt by it, and it makes him nervous to see me touch them. I have known him stand an hour watching me while I dusted, looking all the time as if he had just taken a dose of medicine.

Starting point is 02:28:31 So I often do a few books at a time, as I can, when he is not in the way to be worried with it. But he always knows where I have been with my duster and long-haired brush. And now it came across me that I had better dust some books, first of all, as it was a good chance, he being sound asleep. So I lighted my lamp, went straight to the study, and began where I last left off. As I was dusting, one of the books I came to looked so new and different from the rest that I opened it to see what it was like inside. It was full of pictures of mugs and gold and silver jugs and cups, some of them plain and some colored,

Starting point is 02:29:10 and one of the colored ones was so beautiful that I stood and looked at it. It was a gold cup, I suppose, for it was yellow, and all round the edge and all round the edge, and on the sides, it was set with stones, like the stones and mistress's rings, only much bigger. They were blue and red and green and yellow, and more colors than I can remember. The book said, it was made by somebody, but I forget his name. It was a long name. The first part of it began with a B, and the second with a C. I remember that much. It was like Benjamin, but it wasn't Benjamin. I put it back in its place, thinking I would ask the master whether there really were such beautiful things, and took down the next.

Starting point is 02:29:54 Now, whether that had been passed over between two batches, I don't know, but it was so dusty that before I would touch another, I gave the duster a shake, and the wind of it blew the lamp out, so I took it up to take to the kitchen and kindle it again, when, to my astonishment, I saw a light under the door of a press which was always locked, and where Master said he kept his most precious books. How strange, I thought, a light inside a locked cupboard. Then I remembered how in one place where I had been there was, in a room over the stable, a press whose door had no fastening except a bolt on the inside, which set me thinking,

Starting point is 02:30:34 and some terrible things came to me that made me remember it. So now I said to myself, there's someone in there after Master's Books. It was not a likely thing, but the night is the time for fair. fancies, and in the night you don't know what is likely and what is not. One thing, however, was clear. I ought to find out what the light meant. Fearful things darted one after the other through my head as I went to the door. But there was one thing I dared not do, and that was to leave it unopened. So I opened it as softly as I could, in terror lest the thief should hear my heart beating. When I could peep in, what do you think I saw? I could not believe my eyes.

Starting point is 02:31:16 There was a great big room. I rubbed my eyes and stared, and rub them again and stared, thinking to rub it away. But there it was. A big, odd-shaped room, part of it with round sides, and in the middle of the room a table. And on the table a lamp burning as I had never seen lamp burn, and master at the table with his back to me. I was so astonished. I forgot that I had no business there and ought to go away. I stood like an idiot, mazed and lost. And you will not wonder when I tell you that the Laird was holding up to the light between his two hands, the very cup I had been looking at in the book, the stones of it flashing all the colors of the rainbow. I should think it a dream if I did not know it was not. I do not believe I made any noise, for I could not move. But he started up with a cry to God to preserve him, set the cup on the table, threw something over it, caught up a wicked-looking knife and turned round. His face was like that of a corpse, and I could see him tremble. I stood steady. It was no time then to turn away. I suppose he expected to see a robber,

Starting point is 02:32:28 and would be glad when he discovered it was only me. But when he did, his fear changed to anger, and he came at me. His eyes were flaming, and he looked as if he would kill me. I was not frightened. Poor old man, I was able for him any day, but I was afraid of hurting him. so I closed the door quickly and went softly to my own room where I stood for a long time in the dark listening but heard nothing more. What am I to do, Andrew? I don't know that you have to do anything. You have one thing not to do, that is tell anybody what you have seen. I was forced to tell you because I did not know what to do. It makes me so sorry. It was no fault of yours. You acted to the best of your knowledge and could not help what became of it. Perhaps nothing more will come. Leave the thing alone, and if he say anything, tell him how it happened. But, Andrew, I don't think you see what it is that troubles me. I am afraid my master is a miser.

Starting point is 02:33:29 The mistress and he take their meals like poor people in the kitchen. That must be the dining room of the house. And though my eyes were tethered to the flashing cup, I could not help seeing it was full of strange and beautiful things. Among them I knew by pictures I had seen, the armor of Knights, when they fought on their horse's backs, before people had money, they must have misered other things. Some girls miser their clothes and never go decent. Suppose him a miser, said Andrew. What could you do? How are you to help it? That's what I want to know. I love my master, and there must be a way to help it. It was terrible to see him in the middle of the night, gazing at that cup, as if he had found

Starting point is 02:34:09 the most precious thing that can ever have existed on the earth. "'What was that?' asked Andrew. He delighted in Dottie's talk. It was like at angels, he said, both in its ignorance and its wisdom. "'You can't have forgotten, Andrew. It's impossible,' she answered. "'I heard you say yourself.' Andrew smiled. "'I know,' he said.

Starting point is 02:34:33 "'Poor man,' resumed Dottie. He looked at the cup as you might at that manuscript. His soul was at it, feasting upon it. Now, wasn't that miserly? It was like it. And I love my master, repeated Dotty, thus putting afresh the question what she was to do. Why do you love him, Dotty? asked Andrew.

Starting point is 02:34:57 Because I'm set to love him. Besides, we're told to love our enemies. Then surely we're to love our friends. He has always been a friend to me. He never said a hard word to me even when I was handling his books. He trusts me with them. I can't help us. loving him a good deal, Andrew, and it's what I've got to do. There's not a doubt about it,

Starting point is 02:35:16 Doddy. You've got to love him, and you do love him. But there's more than that, Andrew. You hear the Laird talk. You would think he cared more for the Bible than for the whole world, not to say gold cups. He talks of the merits of the Savior that you would think he loved him with all his heart. But I cannot get it out of my mind ever since I saw that look on his face, that he loves that cup, that it's his graven image, his idol. How else should he get up in the middle of the night to... To... Well, it was just like worshipping it.

Starting point is 02:35:51 You're afraid that he's a hypocrite, Dotty? No, I don't think that. If it were only for fear, I should stop loving him, and that would be as bad. As bad as what, Doddy? I don't always know what I'm going to say, answered Doddy, a little imme. embarrassed. And then when I've said it, I have to look what it means. But isn't it as bad

Starting point is 02:36:16 not to love a human being as it would be to love a thing? Perhaps worse, said Andrew. Something must be done, she went on. He can't be left like that. But if he has any love to his master, how is it that the love of that master does not cast out the love of Mammon? I can't understand it. You have asked a hard question, Doddy, but a cure may be going on and take a thousand years or ages to work it out.

Starting point is 02:36:46 What if it shouldn't be begun yet? That would be terrible. What then am I to do, Andrew? You always say we must do something. You say there is no faith but what does something. The Apostle James said so, a few years before I was born, Dottie. Don't make fun of me.

Starting point is 02:37:04 Please, Andrew. I like it, but I can't bear it. today, my head is so full of the poor old Laird. Make fun of you, Dottie? Never. But I don't yet know how to answer you. Well, then, what am I to do? persisted Dottie. Wait, of course, till you know what to do. When you don't know what to do, don't do anything.

Starting point is 02:37:31 Only keep asking the thinker for wisdom. And until you know, don't let the Laird see that you know anything. With this answer, Dottie was content. Business was over, and they turned to go home. End of Chapter 16. Chapter 17 of the Elect Lady. This is a Libervox recording. All Libervox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 02:38:02 For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 17, Dottie and the Cup. The old man had a noteworthy mental fabric, believing himself a true lover of literature, and especially poetry, would lecture for ten minutes on the right mode of reading a verse in Hilton or Dante, but as to Satan or Beatrice, would pin his faith to the majority of the commentators. Milton's Satan was too noble, Beatrice was no woman but theology. He was discriminative to a degree altogether admirable as to the brightness or wrongness

Starting point is 02:38:38 of a proposition with regard to conduct, but owed his respect to, to good impulses without any effort of the will. He was almost his orthodox as Paul before his conversion, lacking only the heart and the courage to persecute. Whatever the eternal wisdom saw in him, the thing most present to his own consciousness was the love of rare historic relics. And this love was so mingled and warp and woe that he did not know whether a thing was more precious to him for its rarity, its money value, or its historical reliquary interest. All the time he was a schoolmaster, he saved every possible half-penny to buy books, not because of their worth or human interest, but because of their literary interest, or the scarcity of the book or edition. In the holidays, he would go about

Starting point is 02:39:22 questing for the prey that his soul loved, hunting after precious things, but not even the precious things of the everlasting hills would be precious to him until they had received the stamp of curiosity. His life consisted in a continual search for something new that was known as known of old. It had hardly yet occurred to him that he must one day leave. his things and exist without them, no longer to brood over them, take them in his hands, turn and stroke and admire them, yet strange to say, he would at times anxiously seek to satisfy himself that he was safe for a better world, as he called it, to feel certain that is, that his faith was of the sort he supposed intended by Paul, not that he had himself gathered

Starting point is 02:40:02 anything from the apostle, but all from the traditions of his church concerning the teaching of the apostle. He was anxious, I say, as to his safety for the world to come, and yet while his dearest joy they treasured in that hidden room, he never thought of the hour when he must leave it all, to go houseless, pocketless, empty-handed, if not armless, and the wide, closetless space, hearing ever in the winds and the rain and the sound of the sea-waves, the one question,

Starting point is 02:40:28 whose shall those things be which thou hast provided? Like the rich man to whom God said the words, he had gathered much goods for many years, hundreds and hundreds of things, every one of which he knew, and every one of which he loved, A new scratch on the bright steel, one of his suits of armour was a scratch on his heart. The moth and the rust troubled him sore, for he could not keep them away. And where his treasure was, there was his heart, devoured by the same moth, consumed by the same rust.

Starting point is 02:40:58 He had much suffering from his possessions, was more exposed to misery than the miser of gold, for the hoarded coin that the latter may indeed be stolen, but he fears neither moth nor rust, nor scratch nor decay. The Laird cherished his things, as no mother her little ones. Nearly sixty years he had been gathering them, and their money worth was great, but he had no idea of its amount, for he could not have endured the exposure of handling them which evaluation must involve. His love for books had somewhat declined on the growth of his love for things, and now, by degrees not very slow, his love for his things was graduating itself, after what he supposed their money value. His soul not only claved to the dust, but was going

Starting point is 02:41:40 deeper and deeper in the dust as it wallowed. All day long he was living in the past and growing old in it. It is one thing to grow old in the past, and another to grow old in the present. As he took his walk about his farms, or sat at his meals, or held a mild, soulless conversation with his daughter, his heart was growing old, not healthily in the present, which is to ripen, but unwholesomely in the past, which is to consume with a dry rot. While he read the Bible at prayers, trying hard to banish worldly things from his mind, his thoughts were not in the story or the argument he read, but hovering like a bird over its nest about the darlings of his heart, yea, even while he prayed, his soul, instead of casting off the clay of this world, was loaded and dragged down

Starting point is 02:42:26 with all the still-mouldering, slow-changing things that lined the walls and filled the drawers and cabinets of his treasure chamber. It was a place of whose existence, not even his daughter knew, for before ever she entered the house, he had taken with him a mason from the town, and built up the entrance to it from the hall, ever afterward keeping the other door of it that opened from a steady, carefully locked,

Starting point is 02:42:49 and leaving it to be regarded as the door of a closet. It was as terrible as Doughty felt it, that a live human soul should thus haunt the sepulchre of the past and love the lifeless, turning a room hitherto devoted to hospitality and mirthful intercourse into the temple of his selfish idolatry. It was as one of the rooms carved for the dead in the Beban El Maluk. Sure, if left to himself, the ghosts that loved it would haunt the place, but he could not surely be permitted,

Starting point is 02:43:17 for it might postpone a thousand years his discovery of the emptiness of a universe of such treasures. Now he was mouldering into the world of spirits, in the heart of an avalanche of the dust of ages, dust material from his hordes, dust moral and spiritual from his withering soul itself. The next day he was ill, which, common as is illness to humanity, was strange, for it had never befallen him before. He was unable to leave his bed, but he never said a word to his daughter, who alone waited on him as to what happened in the night. He had passed it sleepless, without the possibility of a dream on which to fall back. Yet, when morning came,

Starting point is 02:43:56 he was in much doubt whether what he had seen face namely of doughty peeping in at the door was a reality or but a vision of the night for when he opened the door which she had closed all was dark not the slightest sound reached his quick ear from the swift foot of her retreat he turned the key twice and pushed two bolts eager to regard the vision as a providential rebuke of his carelessness in leaving the door on the latch for the first time he imagined then he tottered back to his chair and sunk on it in a cold sweat For although the confidence grew that what he had seen was but a false creation proceeding from the he depressed brain, it was far from comfortable to feel that he can no longer depend on his brain to tell him only the thing that was true. What if he were going out of his mind on the way to encounter a succession of visions without reality but possessed of its power? What if they should be such whose terror would compel him to disclose what he most desired to keep covered? How fearful to be no more his own master, but at the beck and call of a disordered brain, a maniac king, and a cosmos, a cosmos. Better it had been Dottie, and she had seen in his hands,

Starting point is 02:45:05 Benavinuto Chilini's chalice, made for Pope Clement the Seventh to drink therefrom the holy wine, were thousands of pounds. Perhaps she had seen it. No, surely she had not. He must be careful not to make her suspect. He would watch her and say nothing. But Dottie, conscious of no wrong, love to the old man, showed an untroubled face when next she met him, and he made up his mind that he would rather have her ignorant. Lence forward, naturally, though childishly, he was even friendlier to her than before. It was so great a relief to find that he had not to fear her. The next time Dotty was dusting the books, she felt strongly drawn to look again at the

Starting point is 02:45:43 picture of the cut, seemed now to hold in it a human life. She took down the book, and began where she stood to read what it said about the chalice, referring as she read from letter-press to drawing. It was taken from an illumination in a missile, where the cup was known to have been copied, and it rendered the description in the letter-press, unnecessary, except in regard to the stones and de Sier-rupa on the hidden side. She quickly learned the names of the gems, that you might see how many were in the high priest's breastplate, and the gates of the New Jerusalem, then proceeded to the history of the chalice. She read that it had come into the possession of Cardinal York, the brother of Charles Edward Stuart,

Starting point is 02:46:22 and had been by him entrusted to his sister-in-law, the Duchess of Albany, from whose house it disappeared, some said stolen, others said sold. It came next to the historic surface and the possession of a certain earl, whose love of curiosities was well known, but from his collection again it vanished, this time beyond a doubt stolen, and probably years before it was missed. A new train of thought was presently in motion in the mind of the girl. A beautiful cup was stolen. It was not where it ought to be. It was not at home.

Starting point is 02:46:52 was a captive, a slave. She lowered the book, half-closed, with a finger between the leaves, and stood thinking. She did not for a moment believe her master had stolen it, though the fear did flash in her mind. It had been stolen and sold, and he had bought it at length of someone. Whose possession of it was no wise suspicious, but he was known now that it had been stooped, for here with the cup was the book which said so. That would be nothing if the rightful owner were not known, but he was known, and the thing ought to be his. The Laird might not be bound, she was not sure to restore it at his own loss, for when he bought it he was not aware that it was stolen. But he was bound to restore it at the price he had paid for it, if the former owner would give it.

Starting point is 02:47:32 This was bare justice, mere righteousness. No theft could make the owner not the rightful owner, though other claims upon the thing might come in. One ought not to be enriched by another's misfortune. Dottie was sure that a noble of the kingdom of heaven would not wait for the money, but would with delight send the cup where it ought to have been all the time. knew better, however, than to require magnificence in any shape than the poor, wise and soul of her master, a man who knew all about everything, in whom yet she could not but fear to be nothing. As Doughty had learned to understand life, the lair did not yet exist, but he well knew right from wrong.

Starting point is 02:48:08 Therefore, the discovery she just made affected her duty towards him. It might be impossible to make impression on the miserliness of a miser, but upon the honesty in a miser it might be possible. the goblet was not his. But the love of things stole's the conscience, and he might not be able, having bought and paid for it, to see that the thing was not therefore his. He might defend himself from seeing it. To Dottie, this made the horror of his condition the darker.

Starting point is 02:48:34 She was one of God's babes, who cannot help seeing the true state of things. Logic was to her, but the smoke that rose from the burning truth. She saw what is altogether above and beyond logic, the right thing, whose meanest servant, the hewer of its wood, not the drawer of its water, the merest scullion and sweeper away of lies from the pavement of its courts is logic. With a sigh, she woke to the knowledge that she was not doing her work, and rousing herself, was about to put the book on its shelf, but her finger being still in the place, she would have one more glance at the picture. To her dismay, she saw that she had made a mark on the plate, and if the enormity of making a dirty mark on a book her master had made her well aware, she was in great distress.

Starting point is 02:49:16 What was to be done? She did not once think of putting it away and saying nothing. To a reason that her master would never know would have been an argument, pressing and imperative for informing him at once. She had done him an injury, and the injury must be confessed and lamented. It was all that was left to be done. Such a mischance, she said, then bethought herself that there was no such thing as mischance, when immediately it flashed upon her that here was the door open for the doing of what was required of her. She was bound to confess the wrong, that would lead in the disclosure of what she knew, rendering it comparatively easy to use summer monstrance with Belaird,

Starting point is 02:49:53 whom, in her mind's eye she saw like a beggar man, tottering down a steep road to a sudden precipice. Her duty was now so plain that she felt no desire to console Andrew. She was not one to ask an opinion for the sake of talking opinion. She went to Andrew only when she wanted light to do the right thing. When the light was around her, she knew how to walk and troubled no one. at once she laid down book and duster and went to find the laird but he had slipped away to the town to have a rummage in a certain little shop in a back street which he had not rummaged for a long time enough he thought to have let something come in it was no relief to doughty the thing would be all the day before her instead of behind her it bird within her not like a sin but like what it was a confession unconfessed a little wrong as she had done dotty was yet familiar with the lovely potency of confession to annihilate it She knew it was the turning from wrong that killed it, that confession gave the coup de grace to offence.

Starting point is 02:50:48 Still, she dreaded not a little the displeasure of her master, and yet she dreaded more his distress. She prepared the Laird's supper with a strange mingling of hope and anxiety. She feared having to go to bed without telling him, but he came at last, almost merry, with a brown paper parcel under his arm, over which he was very careful. Poor man, he little knew there waited him at that moment, a demand from the eternal justice almost as terrible as, This night they require thy soul of thee. What a they is that? Who are they?

Starting point is 02:51:19 The torture of the moral rack was ready for him, at the hands of his innocent housemaid, in no way can one torture another more than by waking conscience against love, passion, or pride. He laid his little parcel carefully on the supper table, said rather a shorter grace than usual, began to eat his porridge, praised it as very good, spoke of his journey in whom he had seen,

Starting point is 02:51:40 was more talkative than his want. He informed Alexa, almost with jubilation, that he had at length found an old book he had been long on the watch for, a book that treated in ancient broadscots of the laws of verse, in full, even exhaustive manner. He pulled it from his pocket. "'It is worth at least ten times what I gave for it,' he said. Dottie wondered whether there ought not to have been some division of the difference, but she was aware of no call to speak. One thing was enough for one night. Then came prayers. The old man read how David deceived the Philistines, telling them a falsehood as to his raids.

Starting point is 02:52:16 He read the narrative with a solemnity of tone that would have graced the most righteous action. Was it not the deed of a man according to God's own heart? How could it be other than right? Casuist ten times a week. He made no question of the righteousness of David's wickedness. Then he prayed, giving thanks for the mercy that had surrounded them all the day, shielding them from danger and death which lurked for them in every corner. What would he say when death did get him, Joddy thought?

Starting point is 02:52:44 Would he thank God then? And would he see when she spoke to him that God wanted to deliver him from a worse danger than any out of doors? Would he see that it was for much mercy? He was made more uncomfortable than perhaps ever in his life before? At length his offering was completed. Alfler accepted who can tell? He was gods, and he who gave him. being would be his father to the full possibility of God. They rose from their knees.

Starting point is 02:53:11 The lair took up his parcel and book. His daughter went with him. End of chapter 17. Chapter 18 of the elect lady. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Recording by Devorahalan. Lady by George MacDonald Chapter 18 Dottie and the Laird As soon as Dottie heard her mistress's door close,

Starting point is 02:53:52 she followed her master to the study and arrived just as the door of the hidden room was shut behind him. There was not a moment to be lost. She went straight to it and knocked rather loud. No answer came. She knocked again. Still there was no answer. She knocked a third time,

Starting point is 02:54:11 and after a little fumbling with the lock, the door opened a chink, and a ghastly face, bedewed with drops of terror, peeped through. She was standing a little back, and the eyes did not at once find the object they sought. Then suddenly they lighted on her, and the laird shook from head to foot. "'What is it, Dottie?' he faltered out in a broken voice. "'Please, sir,' answered Dottie. "'I have something to confess. "'Would you hearken to me?' no no dotty i am sure you have nothing to confess returned the old man eager to send her away and to prevent her from seeing the importance of the room whose entrance she had discovered or he went on finding she did not move

Starting point is 02:54:56 if you have done anything dotty that you ought not to have done confess it to god it is to him you must confess not to a poor mortal like me for my part if it lies to me i forgive you and there is an end go to your bed dotty "'Please, sir, I cannot. Can you win it here till me? I'll sit down at the door of this room and sit till—' "'What room, doughty? Call you this a room. It's a wee bit closet where I say my prayers before I go to bed.' But as he spoke, his blood ran cold within him, for he had uttered a deliberate lie, two lies in one breath. The bit closet was the largest room in the house, and he had never prayed a prayer in it since first he entered it. He was unspeakably distressed at what he had done, for he had always cherished the idea that he was one who would not lie to save his life. And now, in his old age, he had lied, who, when a boy had honour enough to keep him from lying.

Starting point is 02:55:54 Worst of all, now that he had lied, he must hold to the lie. He dared not confess it. He stood sick and trembling. "'I'll wait, sir,' said Dorry, distressed at his suffering, and more distressed that he could lie who never forgot his prayers. Alas, he was further down the wrong road than she had supposed. Ashamed for his sake, and also for her own, to look him in the face, for did he not imagine she believed him while she knew that he lied? She turned her back on him. He caught at his advantage, glided out, and closed the door behind him. When Dottie again turned,

Starting point is 02:56:34 she saw him in her power. Her trial was come. She had to speak for life or death, but she remembered that the Lord told his disciples to take no care how they should speak, for when the time came it would be given them to speak. So she began by simply laying down the thing that was in her hand. "'Sir,' she said, "'I am very sorry, but this morning I made a dirty mark in one of your books.' Her words alarmed him a little and made him forget for the instant his more important fears. but he took care to be gentle with her. It would not do to offend her,

Starting point is 02:57:10 for was she not aware that where they stood was a door by which he went in and out? You make me uneasy, Dottie, he said. What book was it? Let me see it. I will, sir. She turned to take it down, but the Laird followed her, saying, Point it out to me, Dottie, I will get it.

Starting point is 02:57:28 She did so. It opened at the plate. There is the mark, she said. I am right, sorry. So am I. I, returned the Laird. But, he added, willing she should feel his clemency, and knowing the book was not a rare one,

Starting point is 02:57:43 it is a book still, and you will be more careful another time. For you must remember, Doughty, that you don't come into this room to read the books, but to dust them. You can go to bed now with an easy mind, I hope. Dottie was so touched by the kindness and forbearance of her master, that the tears rose in her eyes, and she felt strengthened for her task. What would she not have encountered for his deliverance?

Starting point is 02:58:07 Please, sir, she said, Let me show you a thing you never perhaps happened to read. And taking the book from his hand, he was too much astonished to retain it, she turned over the engraving and showed him the passage which stated that the cup had disappeared from the possession of its owner and had certainly been stolen.

Starting point is 02:58:27 Finding he said not a word, she ventured to lift her eyes to his and saw again the corpse-like face that had looked through the chink of the door. What do you mean, he stammered. I do not understand. His lips trembled. Was it possible he had had to do with the stealing of it? The truth was this. He had learned the existence of the cup from this very book,

Starting point is 02:58:52 and had never rested until, after a search of more than ten years, he at length found it in the hands of a poor man who dared not offer it for sale. once in his possession the thought of giving it up or of letting the owner redeem it had never even occurred to him yet the treasure made him rejoice with a trembling which all his casuistry would have found it hard to explain for he would not confess to himself its real cause namely that his god-born essence was uneasy with a vague knowledge that it lay in the bosom of a thief don't you think sir said doughty that whoever has that cup all ought to send it back to the place it was stolen from? Had the old man been a developed hypocrite, he would have replied at once. He certainly ought. But by word of mouth, to condemn himself,

Starting point is 02:59:43 would have been to acknowledge to himself that he ought to send the cup home, and this he dared not do. Men who will not do, as they know, make strange confusion in themselves. The worst rancor in the vessel of peace is the consciousness of wrong in a not all unrighteous soul.

Starting point is 03:00:00 The Laird was false to his own self, but to confess himself false would be to initiate a charge which would render life worthless to him. What would all his fine things be without their heart of preciousness, the one jewel that now was nowhere in the world but in his house, in the secret chamber of his treasures, which would be a rifled case without it? As is natural to one who will not do right, he began to argue the moral question, treating it as a point of casuistry that troubled the mind of the girl. I don't know that, Doughty, he said. It is not likely that the person that has the cup,

Starting point is 03:00:39 whoever he may be, that is, if the cup be still in existence, is the same who stole it. And it would hardly be justice to punish the innocent for the guilty, as would be the case if, supposing I had bought the cup, I had to lose the money I paid for it. Should the man who had not taken care of his cup have his fault condoned at my expense? Did he not deserve, the many might say, to be so punished, placing huge temptation in the path of the needy, to the loss of their precious souls,

Starting point is 03:01:10 and letting a priceless thing go loose in the world, to work ruin to whoever might innocently buy it? His logic did not serve to show him the falsehood of his reasoning, for his heart was in the lie. Ought I or he, he went on, to be punished because he kept the third. thing ill? And how far would the quixotic obligation descend? A score of righteous men may by this time have bought and sold the cup? Is it some demon talisman that the last must meet the penalty when the original owner, or some descendant of the man who lost it, chooses to claim it? For anything we know, he may himself have pocketed the price of the rumored theft. Can you not see it would be a flagrant injustice? Fit, indeed, to put an end to all buying and selling. It would annihilate,

Starting point is 03:01:58 transfer of property. Possession would mean only strength to keep, and the world would fall into confusion. It would be hard, I grant, confessed Dottie. But the man who has it ought, at least to give the head of the family in which it had been the chance of buying it back at the price it cost him. If he could not buy it back, then the thing would have to be thought over. I confess I don't see the thing, returned the Laird, but the question needs not keep you out of bed, Dottie. It is not often a girl in your position takes an interest in the abstract. Besides, he resumed, another argument occurring to him. A thing of such historical value and interest ought to be where it was cared for, not where it was in danger every moment. There might be something in that, allowed Dottie,

Starting point is 03:02:44 if it were where everybody could see it. But where is the good if it be but for the eyes of one man? The eyes she meant, fix themselves upon her till their gaze grew to a stony stare. must know that he had it. Or did she only suspect? He must not commit himself. He must set a watch on the door of his lips. What an uncomfortable girl to have in the house. Oh, those self-righteous Ingrams, what mischief they did. His impulse was to dart into his treasure cave, lock himself in, and hug the radiant chalice. He dared not. He must endure instead the fastidious conscience and probing tongue of an intrusive maid-servant. But he rejoined, with an attempt at a smile. If the pleasure the one man took in it should, as is easy to imagine, exceed immeasurably

Starting point is 03:03:35 the aggregate pleasure of the thousands that would look upon it and pass it by. What then? The man would enjoy it the more that many saw it, except he loved it for greed, when he would be rejoicing in iniquity, for the cup would not be his. And anyhow, he could not take it with him when he died? The face of the miser grew grayer. His lip trembled, but he said nothing. He was beginning to hate Dottie. She was an enemy. She sought his discomfiture, his misery. He had read strange things in certain old books, and half believed some of them. What if Dottie was one of those evil powers that haunt a man in pleasant shape, learn the secrets of his heart, and gain influence over him that they may tempt him to yield his

Starting point is 03:04:21 soul to the enemy. She was set on ruining him. Certainly she knew that cup was in his possession. He must temporize. He must seem to listen. But as soon as fit reason could be found, such as would neither compromise him nor offend her, she must be sent away. And of all things, she must not gain the means of proving what she now perhaps only suspected and was seeking assurance of. He stood thinking. It was but for a moment. For the very next words from the lips of the girl that was to him a little more than a house broom, set him face to face with reality, the one terror of the unreal. "'A maister, sir,' said Doughty, with the tears in her eyes,

Starting point is 03:05:06 and now at last breaking down in her English. "'Din'a ye cannot, you had to give the man a-a-ought-that golden bicker, "'the chance of buying it back?' The Laird shivered. He dared not say, how do you know, for he dared not hear the thing proved to him, him. If she did know, he would not front her proof. He would not have her even suppose it and acknowledge fact. If I had the cup, he began, but she interrupted him. It was time they should have done with lying. "'You can you have a cup, sir,' she said. "'And I can, too, for I saw it in your

Starting point is 03:05:40 hands.' "'You shameless prying hussy,' he began, in a rage at last. But the eager, tearful earnestness of her face made him bethink himself. It would not do, to make an enemy of her. Tell me, Doughty, he said, with sudden change of tone. How it was you came to see it. She told him all, how and when, and he knew that he had seen her see him. He managed to give a poor little laugh.

Starting point is 03:06:08 All is not gold that glitters, Dottie, he said. The cup you saw was not the one in the book, but an imitation of it, mere gilded tin and colored glass, copied from the picture as near as they could make it, just to see better what it must. have been like. Why, my good girl, that cup would be worth thousands of pounds. So go to bed, and don't trouble yourself about gold cups. It is not likely any of them will come our way. Simple as Doughty was, she did not believe him. But she saw no good to be done by disputing what he

Starting point is 03:06:40 ought to know. It was not about the gold cup I was troubling myself, she said, hesitatingly. You are right there, he replied, with another deathly last. It was not. But you have been troubling me about nothing, half the night, and I am shivering with cold. We really must both of us go to bed. What would your mistress say? No, persisted Doughty. It wasn't about the cup.

Starting point is 03:07:05 Gold or no gold. It was and is about my maister, I'm troubled. I'm terrible feart for ye, sir. You're a worshipper of mammon, sir. The Laird laughed, for the danger was over. To Dottie's deep dismay, he laughed. "'My poor girl,' he said, "'you take an innocent love of curious things

Starting point is 03:07:25 "'for the worship of Mammon. "'Don't imagine me, Justing. "'How could you believe an old man like me, "'an elder of the Kirk, "'a dispenser of her sacred things, "'guilty of the awful crime of Mammon worship?' "'He imagined her ignorantly associating the idea "'of some idolatrous ritual

Starting point is 03:07:41 "'with what to him was but a phrase, "'the worship of Mammon. "'Do you not remember,' he continued, "'the words of Christ, that a man cannot serve God and Mammon. If I be a Christian, as you will hardly doubt, it follows that I am not a worshipper of Mammon, for the two cannot go together.

Starting point is 03:08:01 But that's just the question, sir. A man who worships God, worships him with his whole heart and soul and strength and mind. If he wakes at night, it is to worship God. If he is glad in his heart, it is because God is, and one day he shall behold his face in brightness. If a man worships God, he loves him so that no love can come between him in God. If the earth were removed and the mountains cast into the midst of the sea, it would be all one to him,

Starting point is 03:08:29 for God would be all the same. Is it not so, sir? You are a good girl, Doughty, and I approve of every word you say. It would more than savor of presumption to profess that I loved God up to the point you speak of, but I deserve to love him. Doubtless a man ought to love God so, and we are all sinners just because we do not love God so. But we have the atonement. But sir, answered Dotty, the silent tears running down her face. I love God that way. I don't care a dust for anything without him. When I go to bed, I don't care if I never wake again in this world. I shall be where he would have me. You presume, Dotty. I fear me much, you presume. What if that should be in hell? If it be, it will be the best. It will be. It will be

Starting point is 03:09:17 to set me right. Oh, sir, he is so good. Tell me one thing, sir. When you die, tut-tut, lass, we're not come to that yet. There's no occasion to think about that yet a while. We're in the hands of a reconciled God. What I want to know, pursued Doughty, is how you will feel, how you will get on when you haven't got anything. Not got anything, girl. Are you losing your senses? Of course we shall want nothing then. I shall have to be. I shall have to be a little. I shall have to talk to the doctor about you. We shall have you killing us in our beds to know how we like it." He laughed, but it was a rather scared laugh. "'What I mean,' she persisted, "'is, when you have no body and no hands to take hold of your cup,

Starting point is 03:10:04 what will you do without it?' "'What if I leave it to you, Dottie?' returned the Laird, with a stupid mixture of joke and avarice in his cold eye. "'Please, sir, I didn't say what you would do with it, but what would you do Without it, when it will neither come out of your heart nor into your hands. It must be misery to a miser to have nothing. A miser, hussy. A lover of things more than a lover of God. Well, perhaps you have the better of me, he said, after a cowed pause.

Starting point is 03:10:36 For he perceived there was no compromise possible with Dottie. She knew perfectly what she meant, and he could neither escape her logic nor change her determination, whatever that might be. I dare say you are right, I will think what ought to be done about that cup. He stopped, self-amazed. He had committed himself, as much as confessed the cup genuine, but Dottie had not been deceived and had not been thinking about the cup. Only it was plain that, if he would consent to part with it for its money worth, that would be a grand beginning toward the renouncing of dead things altogether,

Starting point is 03:11:12 toward the turning to the living one the love that now gathered clinging and haunting about gold cups engraved armor, and such like vapors and vanishings, that pass with the sunsets and the snows. She fell on her knees, and in the spirit of a child and of the apostle of the Gentiles, cried, laying her little red hands together, and uplifting them to her master in purest entreaty. Oh, Laird, Laird, you've been good and kind to me, and I love you the Lord Kens, "'I pray you for Christ's sake, be reconciled to God, "'for you've been serving mammon and no him, "'and he had just said we cannot serve the two,

Starting point is 03:11:51 "'and what'll come at God only can tell, "'but it mawn be misery.' "'Words failed her. "'She rose and left the room with her apron to her eyes. "'The Laird stood a moment or two like one lost, "'then went hurriedly into his closet and shut the door. "'Whether he went on his knees to God, "'as did Doughty to him,

Starting point is 03:12:12 or began again to gloat over his Chalini goblet. I do not know. Dotty cried herself to sleep and came down in the morning very pale. Her duty had left her exhausted and with a kind of nausea toward all the ornaments and books in the house. A cock crew loud under the window of the kitchen. She dropped on her knees, said, Father of Lights,

Starting point is 03:12:37 not a word beside, rose and began to rouse the fire. When breakfast time came, and the Laird appeared, he looked much as usual, only a little weary, which his daughter set down to his journey the day before. He revived, however, as soon as he had succeeded in satisfying himself, that Alexa knew nothing of what had passed. How stayed, discreet, and compact of common sense Alexa seemed to him beside Dottie, whose want of education left her mind a waste swamp for the vagaries of whatever Willa the Whisp an overstrained religious fantasy might generate. But however much the Laird might look the same as before, he could never, knowing that Doughty knew what she knew, be again as he had been. You'll do a few of the books

Starting point is 03:13:24 today, won't you, Dottie, he said, when you have time? I never thought I should trust anyone. I would sooner have old Meg shave me than let her dust an Elsevier. Dottie was glad that at least he left the door open between them. She said she would do a little dusting in the afternoon and would be very careful. Then the laird rose and went out, and Dottie perceived, with a chute of compassion mingled with mild remorse, that he had left his breakfast almost untasted. But after that, so far from ever beginning any sort of conversation with her, he seemed uncomfortable the moment they happened to be alone together. If he caught her eye, he would say, hurriedly, and as if acknowledging a secret between them, by and by, Dottie, or,

Starting point is 03:14:10 I'm thinking about the business, Dottie, or I'm making up my mind, Dottie, and so leave her. On one occasion he said, perhaps you will be surprised someday, Dottie. On her part, Dottie never felt that she had anything more to say to him. She feared at times that she had done him evil rather than good by pressing upon him a duty she had not persuaded him to perform. She spoke of this fear to Andrew, but he answered decisively, if you believed you ought to speak to him and have discovered in yourself no wrong motive, you must not trouble yourself about the result.

Starting point is 03:14:47 That may be a thousand years off yet. You may have sent him into a hotter purgatory, and at the same time made it shorter for him. We know nothing but that God is righteous. Dottie was comforted, and things went on as before. Where people know their work and do it, life has few blank spaces for Unwee, and they are seldom to be pitied.

Starting point is 03:15:09 Where people have not yet found their work, they may be more to be pitied than those that beg their bread. When a man knows his work and will not do it, pity him more than one who is to be hanged tomorrow. End of Chapter 18. Chapter 19 of the elect lady. This is a Libervox recording. All Libervox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libervox.org. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald

Starting point is 03:15:46 Chapter 19 Andrew and Alexa Andrew had occasion to call upon the Laird to pay his father's rent, and Alexa, who had not seen him for some time, thought him improved in both carriage and speech, and wondered. She did not take into account his intercourse with God, as with highest human minds, and his constant wakefulness to carry into action what things he learned,

Starting point is 03:16:11 thus trained in noblest fashions of freedom, It was small wonder that his bearing and manners, the natural outcome, and expression of his habits of being, should grow in liberty. There was in them the change only of development. By the side of such education as this, dealing with reality and inborn dignity, what mattered any amount of ignorance as to social custom. Society may judge its own. This man was not of it, and as much surpassed its most accomplished pupils in all the essentials of breeding, as the Apostle Paul was a better gentleman than Mr. Nash or Mr. Brummel. The training may be slow, but it is perfect.

Starting point is 03:16:50 To him who has yielded self, all things are possible. Andrew was aware of no difference. He seemed to himself the same as when a boy. Alexa had not again alluded to his brother's letter concerning George Crawford, fearing he might say what she would find unpleasant. But now, she wanted to get a definite opinion from him in regard to certain modes of money-making, which had naturally of late occupied a good deal of her thought.

Starting point is 03:17:16 "'What is your notion concerning money-lending? "'I mean at interest, Mr. Ingram,' she said. "'I hear it is objected to nowadays by some that set up for teachers.' "'It is by no means the first time in the world's history,' answered Andrew. "'I want to know what you think of it, Mr. Ingram.' "'I know little,' replied Andrew, of any matter with which I have not had to deal practically. But ought not one to have his ideas ready for the time when we will have to deal practically, said

Starting point is 03:17:49 Alexa. Mine would be pretty sure to be wrong, answered Andrew, and there is no time to spend in gathering wrong ideas and then changing them. On the contrary, they would be less warped by personal interest. Could circumstances arise in which it would not be my first interest to be honest, said Andrew? Would not my judgment be quickened by the compulsion and the danger? In no danger myself, might I not judge too leniently of things from which I should myself recoil? Selfishly smoother with regards to others, because less anxious about their honesty than my own,

Starting point is 03:18:30 might I not yield them what were I in the case, I should see at once I dared not allow to myself? I can perceive no use in making up my mind how to act in circumstances in which I am not. Probably will never be. I have enough to occupy me where I find myself, and should certainly be oftener in doubt how to act if I had bothered my brains how to think in circumstances foreign to me. In such thinking, duty is of necessity a comparatively feeble factor, being only duty imagined, not live duty, and the result is the more questionable. The Lord instructed his apostles not to be anxious what they should say when they were brought before rulers and kings.

Starting point is 03:19:11 I will leave the question of duty alone until action is demanded of me. In the meantime, I will do the duty now required of me, which is the only preparation for the duty that is to come. Although Alexa had not begun to understand Andrew, she had sense enough and righteousness enough to feel that he was somehow ahead of her, and that it was not like that. he and George Crawford would be of one mind in the matter that occupied her. So different were their ways of looking at things, so different indeed the things themselves they thought worth looking at. She was silent for a moment, then said,

Starting point is 03:19:43 You can at least tell me what you think of gambling. I think it is the meanest mode of gaining or losing money a man could find. Why do you think so? Because he desires only to gain, and can gain only by his neighbor's loss. One of the two, must be worse for his transaction with the other. Each must wish ill to his neighbor. But the risk was agreed upon between them. True, but in what hope? Was it not on the part of each that he would be the gainer and the other the loser? There is no common cause, nothing but pure opposition of interest. Are there not many things in which one must gain and the other lose? There are many things in which one gains and the other loses, but if it is essential,

Starting point is 03:20:30 to any transaction that only one side shall gain, the thing is not of God. What do you think of trading in stocks? I do not know enough about it to have a right to speak. You can give your impression. I will not give what I do not have. Suppose, then, you heard of a man who made his money so. How would you behave to him? I would not seek his acquaintance. If he sought yours. It would be time to ask how he had made his money, then it would be my business. What would make it your business?

Starting point is 03:21:11 That he sought my acquaintance. It would then be necessary to know something about him, and the readiest question would be, how he made his money. Alexa was silent for some time. Do you think God cares about everything, she said at length. Everything, Andrea. answered, and she said no more. Andrew avoided the discussion of moral questions. He regarded the thing as vermiculate and ready to corrupt the obedience. When you have a thing to do, he would say,

Starting point is 03:21:45 you will do it right in proportion to your love of right. But do the right, and you will love the right, for by doing it you will see it in a measure as it is, and no one can see the truth as it is without loving it. The more you talk about what is right, or even about the doing of it, the more you are in danger of exemplifying how loosely theory may be allied to practice. Talk without action saps the very will. Something you have to do is waiting undone all the time and getting more and more undone. The only refuge is to do. To know the thing he ought to do was a matter of import. To do the thing he knew he ought to do was a matter of life and death to Andrew. He never allowed even a cognate question to force itself upon him until he had attended

Starting point is 03:22:35 to the thing that demanded doing. It was merest common sense. Alexa had, in a manner, got over her uneasiness at the report of how George was making his money, and their correspondence was not interrupted. But something, perhaps a movement from the world of spirit, coming like the wind, had given her one of those motions to betterment, which, however occasioned, are the throb of the divine pulse in our life, the call of the father, the pull of home, and the guide thither to such as will obey them. She had, in consequence, again, become doubtful about Crawford, and as to whether she was right in corresponding with him. This led her to talk with Andrew, which, while it made her think less of his intellect, influenced her in a way she neither understood

Starting point is 03:23:23 nor even recognized. There are two ways in which one nature may influence another for betterment, the one by strengthening the will, the other by heightening the ideal. Andrew, without even her suspicion of the fact, wrought in the latter way upon Alexa. She grew more uneasy. George was coming home. How was she to receive him? No eyes back. they were on terms of intimacy. Was she to encourage the procession of that intimacy? Or to ward attempt at nearer our approach? End of Chapter 19.

Starting point is 03:24:07 Chapter 20 of the elect lady. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Reading by Ben White Haddon Township, New Jersey, United States. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 20. George and Andrew.

Starting point is 03:24:24 George returned and made an early appearance at Potlurg. Doddy met him in the court. She did not know him, but involuntarily shrunk from him. He frowned. There was a natural repugnance between them. The one was simple, the other double. The one was pure, the other selfish. The one loved her neighbor, the other preyed upon his.

Starting point is 03:24:45 George was a little louder and his manners were more studied. Alexa felt him, overblown. He was floridly at his ease. What little atmosphere? there had been about him was gone, and its place taken by a colored fog. His dress was unobjectionable, and yet attracted notice. Perhaps it was only too considered. Alexa was disappointed and a little relieved. He looked older, yet not more manly, and rather fat. He had more of the confidence women disliked to see a man without, than was quite pleasant even to the confident Alexa.

Starting point is 03:25:20 His speech was not a little infected with the nasality, as easy to catch as hard to get rid of, which I presume the Puritans carried from England to America. On the whole, George was less interesting than Alexa had expected. He came to her as if he would embrace her, but an instinctive movement on her part suffice to check him. She threw an additional hardiness into her welcome and kept him at arm's length. She felt as if she had lost an old friend and not gained a new one. He made himself very agreeable, but that he made himself so, made him less so.

Starting point is 03:25:56 There was more than these changes at work in her. There was still the underlying doubt concerning him, although not yet a lie of soul she had strong, if vague ideas about right and wrong, and although she sought many things a good deal more than righteousness, I do not see what temptation would at once have turned her from its known paths. At the same time, I do not see what she had yet, more than hundreds of thousands of well-meaning women to secure her from slow decay and final ruin.

Starting point is 03:26:24 They laughed and talked together very like the way they used to, but every like is not the same, and they knew there was a difference. George was stung by the sense of it, too much to show that he was vexed. He laid himself out to be the more pleasing, as if determined to make her feel what he was worth, as the man, namely, whom he imagined himself and valued himself on being. It is an argument for God, to see what fools those make of themselves who, believing there is a God, do not believe in Him, children who do not know the Father. Such make up the mass of church and chapel-goers. Let an earthquake or the smallpox break loose among them, and they will show what sort their religion is.

Starting point is 03:27:08 George had got rid of the folly of believing in the existence of a God either interested in human affairs or careless of them, and naturally found himself more comfortable in consequence, for he never had believed in God. And it is awkward to believe and not believe at the same moment. What he had called his beliefs were as worthy of the name as those of most people, but whether he was better or worse without them hardly interests me, and my philanthropy will scarce served to make me glad that he was more comfortable. As they talked, old times came up, and they drew a little nearer, until at last, a gentle spring

Starting point is 03:27:47 of rose-colored interest began a feeble flow in Alex's mind. When George took his leave, which he did soon, with the wisdom of one who feared to bore, she went with him to the court, where the gardener was holding his horse. Beside them stood Andrew, talking to the old man and admiring the beautiful animal in his charge. The life of the Creator has run free through every channel up to this creature, he was saying as they came near. What rot, said George to himself. But to Alexa, he said, Here's my old friend the farmer I declare.

Starting point is 03:28:22 Then to Andrew, how do you do, Mr. Ingram? George never forgot a man's name and went, in consequence, for a better fellow than he was. One may remember for reasons that have little to do with good fellowship. He spoke as if they were old friends. You seem to like the look of the beast, he said. You ought to know what's what in horses. He is one of the finest horses I ever saw, answered Andrew. The man who owns him is fortunate.

Starting point is 03:28:49 He ought to be a good one, said George. I gave a hundred and fifty guineas for him yesterday. Andrew could not help vaguely reflecting what kind of money had bought him if Sandy was right. Alexa was pleased to see Andrew. He made her feel more comfortable. His presence seemed to protect her. her a little. May I ask you, Mr. Ingram? She said, to repeat what you were saying about the horse as we came up. I was saying, answered Andrew, that to anyone who understands a horse, it is clear that the

Starting point is 03:29:20 power of God must have flowed unobstructed through many generations to fashion such a perfection. Oh, you endorse the development theory, do you? said George. I should hardly have expected that of you. I do not think it has anything to do with what I said. No one disputes that this horse comes of many generations of horses. The development theory, if I understand it right, concerns itself with how his first ancestor, in his own kind, came to be a horse. And about that, there can be no doubt in the mind of anyone who believes in the Bible, said George. God makes beautiful horses, returned Andrew. Whether he takes the one way or the other to make them, I am sure he takes the right way.

Starting point is 03:30:05 You imply, it is of little consequence what you believe about it. If I had to make them, it would be of consequence, but what I think of consequence to us is that he makes them not out of nothing but out of himself. Why should my poor notion of God's how be of importance, so long as when I see a horse like yours, Mr. Crawford, I say, God be praised. It is of eternal importance to love the animal and see in him the beauty of the Lord. It is of none to fancy I know which way God took to make him. Not having in me the power or the stuff to make a horse, I cannot know how God made the horse. I can know him to be beautiful.

Starting point is 03:30:46 But, said George, the first horse was a very common-looking domestic animal, which they kept to eat nothing like this one. Then you think God made the first horse, and after that the horses made themselves? said Andrew. Alexa laughed. George said nothing.

Starting point is 03:31:02 Andrew went on, But he said, if we have come up from the lower animals through a million of kinds, perhaps, against which theory I have nothing to urge, then I am more than prepared to believe that the man who does not do the part of a man will have to go down again, through all the stages of his being to a position beyond the lowest forms of the powers he has misused, and there begin to rise once more, haunted perhaps with dim hints of the world of humanity left so far above him,

Starting point is 03:31:32 him. "'Bah! What's the use of bothering rubbish?' cried George, with rude jollity. "'You know as well as I do, Mr. Ingram. It's all bosh. Things will go on as they're doing, and as they have been doing, till now from all eternity. So far as we know, and that's enough for us.' "'They will not go on so for long in our sight, Mr. Crawford.

Starting point is 03:31:55 The worms will have a word to say with us.' Alexa turned away. "'You've not given up preaching and taken a-reaching and taken into the practical yet, Mr. Ingram, I see," said George. Andrew laughed. I flatter myself I have not ceased to be practical, Mr. Crawford. You are busy with what you see, and I am busy as well with what I don't see. But all the time I believe my farm is in as good a state as your books.

Starting point is 03:32:21 George gave a start and stole a look at the young farmer, but was satisfied he meant nothing. The self-seeker will walk into the very abyss protesting himself a practical man, and counting him unpractical, who will not with him jump the life to come. Himself, he neither measures the width nor questions his muscle. End of Chapter 20. Chapter 21 of The Elect Lady. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 03:32:58 For more information, or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Joanna Michael Hoyt. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald Chapter 21 What is it worth Andrew, with all his hard work, harder since Sandy went, continued able to write,

Starting point is 03:33:18 for he neither sought company nor drank strong drink, and was the sport of no passion. From threatened inroad, he appealed to him who created to lift his child above the torrent and make impulse the slave of conscience and manhood. There were no demons riding the whirlwinds of his sense, sold. It is not wonderful, then, that he should be able to write a book, or that the book should be

Starting point is 03:33:40 of genuine and original worth. It had the fortune to be, favorably reviewed, scarce one of those who reviewed it understanding it, while all of them seemed to themselves to understand it perfectly. I mentioned the thing because, had the book not been thus reviewed, Alexa would not have bought a copy, or been able to admire it. The review she read was in a paper whose editor would not have admitted it had he suspected the drift which the reviewer had failed to see, and the passages quoted appealed to Alexa in virtue, partly of her not seeing halfly involved, or anything whatever of the said drift. But because he had got a book published, and because she approved of certain lines, phrases and passages in it, but chiefly because it had been praised by more than one influential

Starting point is 03:34:24 paper, Andrew rose immensely in Alex's opinion. Although he was the son of a tenant, was even a laborer on his farm, and had covered a berth no higher than that of Jesus Christ with the gown of no university, she began, against her own sense of what was fit, to look up to the ploughman. The plowman was not aware of this, and would have been careless had he been. He respected his landlord's daughter, not ever questioned her superiority as a lady, where he made no claim to being a gentleman, but he recognized in her no power either to help or to hurt. When they next met, Alexa was no longer indifferent to his presence, and even made a movement in the direction of being agreeable to him she dropped in a measure without knowing she had ever used it her patronizing carriage but had the assurance to compliment him not merely on the poem he had written but on the way it had been received she could not have credited had he told her that he was as indifferent to the praise or blame of what is called the public as if that public were indeed what it is most like a boy just learning to read yet it is the consent of such a public that makes the very essence of what is called fame

Starting point is 03:35:30 How should a man care for it, who knows that he is on his way to join his peers, to be a child with the great ones of the earth, the lovers of the truth, the doers of the will? What to him will be the wind of the world he has left behind, a wind that cannot arouse the dead, that can only blow about the grave clothes of the dead as they bury their dead. Live, doughty, said Andrew to the girl, and day you'll hay your heart's desire, for, blessed are they that hunger and thirst after righteousness. andrew was neither annoyed nor gratified with the compliments alexa paid him for she did not know the informing power of the book what he cared for in it the thing that made him write it but her gentleness and kindness did please him

Starting point is 03:36:14 he was glad to feel a little at home with her glad to draw a little nearer to one who had never been other than good to him and then was she not more than kind even loving to doughty so andrew you are a poet at last she said holding out her hand to him which andrew received in a palm that wrote the better verse that it was horny Please to remember, I was the first that found you out, she added. I think it was my mother, answered Andrew. And I would have helped you if you would have let me. It is not well, ma'am, to push the bird off because he can't sit safe on the edge of the nest. Perhaps you are right. A failure then would have stood in the way of your coming fame. Oh, for that, ma'am, believe me, I do not care a short straw. What do you not care for?

Starting point is 03:37:02 For fame. that is wrong andrew we ought to care what our neighbours think of us my neighbours did not set me to do the work and i did not seek their praise in doing it their friendship i prize dearly more than tongue can tell you cannot surely be so conceited andrew as to think nobody capable of judging your work far from it ma'am but you are speaking of fame and that does not come from any wise judgment then what do you write for if you care nothing for fame i thought that was what all poets wrote for so the world thinks and those that do sometimes have their reward tell me then what you write for i write because i want to tell something that makes me glad and strong i want to say it and so try to say it things come to me in gleams and flashes sometimes in words themselves and i want to weave them into a melodious harmonious hull Now I was once at an oratorio, and that taught me the shape of a poem. In a pause of the music I seemed all at once to see Handel's heavy countenance, looking out of his great wig, as he sat putting together his notes, ordering about in his mind,

Starting point is 03:38:13 and fixing in their places with his pen his drums and pipes and fiddles, and roaring bass and flagellets and hot boys, all to open the door for the thing that was plaguing him with the confusion of its beauty, for I suppose even Handel did not hear it all clear and plain at first, but had to build his orchestra into a mental organ for his mind to let itself out by, through the many musicals, lest it should burst with its repressed harmonic delights. He must have felt an agonized need to set the haunting angels of sound in obedient order and range, responsive to the soul of the thing, its one ruling idea.

Starting point is 03:38:46 I saw him with his white-wrapped face, looking like a prophet of the living God sent to speak out of the heart of the mystery of truth. I saw him, as he sat staring at the paper before him, scratched all over as with the fury of a holy anger at his own impotence and his soul communed with heavenliest harmonies ma'am will any man persuade me that handle at such a moment was a thirst for fame or that the desire to please a houseful or worldful of such as heard his oratorios gave him the power to write his music no ma'am he was filled not with the longing for sympathy and not even with the good desire to give delight but with the music itself it was crying in him to get out and he heard it crying and could not rest till he had let it out, and every note that dropped from his pen was a chip struck from the granite wall between the songbirds in their prison nest and the air of their liberty. Creation is God's self-wrought freedom. No, ma'am, I do not despise my fellows, but neither do I prize the judgment of more than a few of them. I prize and love themselves, but not their opinion. Alexa was silent, and Andrew took his leave.

Starting point is 03:39:53 She sat still for a while, thinking. If she did not understand, at least she remembered Andrew's face as he talked. Could presumption make his face shine so? Could presumption make him so forget himself? End of Chapter 21. Chapter 22 of The Elect Lady. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Joanna Michael Hoyt. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 22 The Gambler and the Collector Things went swimmingly with George. He had weathered a crisis and was now full of confidence as well as the show of it. That he held himself a man who could do what he pleased was plain to everyone. His prosperity leaned upon that of certain princes of the power of money in America, gleaning after them he found his

Starting point is 03:40:55 fortune. But he did not find much increase of favor with Alexa. Her spiritual tastes were growing more refined. There was something about the man, and that not new, which she could no longer contemplate without dissatisfaction. It cost her tears at night to think that, although her lover had degenerated, he had remained true to her, for she saw plainly that it was only lack of encouragement that prevented him from asking her to be his wife. She must appear changeable, but this was a little. But this was not the man she had been ready to love. The plant had put forth a flower that was not in sequence with the leaf. The cause of his appearing different might lie in herself, but in any case he was not the gentleman she had thought. Had she loved him, she would have stood by him bravely, but now she could not

Starting point is 03:41:42 help recalling the disgrace of the father, and shrunk from sharing it with the son. Would it be any wonder if the son himself proved less than honourable? She would have broken with him quite but for one thing. he had become intimate with her father, and the Laird enjoyed his company. George had a large, straggling acquaintance with things, and could readily appear to know more than he did. He was besides that most agreeable person to a man with a hobby, a good listener, when he saw reason. He made himself so pleasant that the Laird was not only always glad to see him, but would often ask him to stay to supper, when he would fish up from the wine cellar he had inherited a bottle with a history and a character, and the two would pass the evening together,

Starting point is 03:42:24 Alexa trying not to wish him away, for was not her poor old father happy with him. Though without much pleasure of his own in such things, George, moved by the reflection of the laird's interest, even began to collect a little, mainly in the hope of picking up what might gratify the laird, nor, if he came upon a thing he must covet, would hesitate to spend on it a good sum.

Starting point is 03:42:46 Naturally the old man grew to regard him as a son of the best sort, one who would do anything to please his father, and indulge his tastes. It may seem surprising that such a man as George should have remained so true, but he had a bulldog tenacity of purpose, as indeed his money-making indicated. Then there was good in him, to the measure of admiring a woman like Alexa, though not of admiring a far better. He saw himself in danger of losing her, concluded influences at work to the frustration of his own, surmised that she doubted the character of his business, feared the clownish farmer poet might have dazzled with his new reputation, her womanly judgment, and felt himself called upon to make good his position

Starting point is 03:43:25 against any and every prejudice she might have conceived against him. He would yield nothing. If he was foiled, he was foiled, but it should not be his fault. His own phrase was, that he would not throw up the sponge so long as he could come up grinning. He had occasional twingges of discomfort, for his conscience, although seared indeed, was not seared as with the hottest iron, seeing he had never looked straight at any truth. It would ease those twinges, he vaguely imagined, so to satisfy a good woman like Alexa that she made common cause with him, excepting not merely himself, but the money of which he had at such times a slight loathing. Then Alexa was handsome. He thought her very handsome, and, true to Mammon, he would gladly be true

Starting point is 03:44:07 also to something better. There might be another camp, and it would be well to have friends and that, too. So unlike Andrew, how could he but dislike him? And his dislike, jealousy fostered into hatred, couted before him, like Macbeth before Banquo, because he was an honest man, how could he but hate him? He called him, and thought him, a canting, sneaking fellow, which he was, if canting consist in giving God his own, and sneaking consist in fearing no man, in fearing nothing indeed but doing wrong. How could George consent even to the far-off existence of such a man? The Laird also had taken a dislike to him. From the night when Doughty made her appeal, he had not known an hour's peace. It was not that it had weighed his conscience,

Starting point is 03:44:55 though it had made it sleep a little less soundly. It was only that he feared she might take further action in regard to the cup. She seemed to him to be taking part with the owner of the cup against him. He could not see that she was taking part with himself against the devil, that it was not the cup she was anxious about, but the life of her master. What if she should acquaint the Earl's lawyer with all she knew? He would be dragged into public daylight, he could not pretend ignorance concerning the identity of the chalice that would be to be no antiquarian while doughty would bear witness that he had in his possession a book telling all about it but the girl would never of herself have turned against him it was all that fellow ingram with his overstrained and absurd notions as to what god required of his poor sinful creatures he did not believe in the atonement he did not believe that christ had given satisfaction to the father for our sins he demanded in the name of religion more than any properly educated and authorized minister would and in his meddlesomeness had worried doughty into doing as she did the girl was a good and modest girl and would never of herself have so acted andrew was righteous over much therefore eaten up with self-conceit and the notion of pleasing god more than other men

Starting point is 03:46:06 he cherished old grudges against him and would be delighted to bring his old schoolmaster to shame he was not a bad boy at school he had always liked him the change in him witnessed to the peril of extremes here they had led to spiritual pride which was the worst of all the sins the favourite of heaven could have no respect for the opinion of his betters the man was bent on returning evil for all the good he had done the boy it was a happy thing young crawford understood him he would be his friend and defeat the machinations of his enemy if only the fellow's lease were out that he might get rid of him moved by george's sympathy with his tastes he drew nearer and nearer to disclosing the possession which was the pride of his life the enjoyment of connoisseur or collector rests much on the glory of possession of having what another has not or better still what no other can possibly have from what he had long ago seen on the night of the storm and now from the way the old man hinted and talked and broke off also from the uneasiness he sometimes manifested, George had guessed that there was something over whose possession he gloated, but for whose presence among his treasures he could not comfortably account. He therefore set himself, without asking a single question,

Starting point is 03:47:20 to make the laird unbosom. A hold on the father would be a hold on the daughter. One day, in a pawnbroker's shop, he lighted upon a rarity indeed, which might or might not have a history attributed to it, but was in itself more than interesting for the beauty of both material and workmanship. the sum asked for it was large but with the chance of pleasing the laird it seemed to george but a trifle it was also he judged of intrinsic value to a great part of the price had he been then aware of the passion of the old man for jewels in especial he would have been yet more eager to secure it for him it was a watch not very small and by no means thin a repeater whose bell was dulled by the stones of the mine in which it lay buried the case was one mass of gems of considerable size and of every colour

Starting point is 03:48:08 ruby sapphire and emerald were judiciously parted by diamonds of utmost purity while yellow diamonds took the golden place for which the topaz had not been counted of sufficient value they were all crusted together as close as they could lie the setting of them hardly showing the face was of five opals, across which moved the two larger hands radiant with rubies, while the second hand flitted flashing around, covered with tiny diamonds. The numerals were in sapphires, within a bordering ring of emeralds and black pearls. The jewel was a splendor of color and light. George, without preface, took it from his pocket, held it a moment in the sunlight, and handed it to the laird. He glowered at it. He saw an angel from heaven in a thing compactive earth chips, as near as any thing can be loved of a live soul, the laird loved a fine stone. What in it he loved most, the colour, the light, the shape, the value, the mystery he could not have told, and here was a

Starting point is 03:49:07 jewel of many fine stones. With both hands he pressed it to his bosom. Then he looked at it in the sun, then went into the shadow of the house, for they were in the open air, and looked at it again. Suddenly he thrust it into his pocket and hurried, followed by George to his study. There he closed waters, lighted a lamp, and gazed at the marvel, turning it in all directions. At length he laid it on the table and sunk with a sigh into a chair. George understood the sigh, and dug its source deeper by telling him, as he had heard it, the story of the jewel. It may be true, he said as he ended. I remember seeing some time ago a description of the toy. I think I could lay my hand on it.

Starting point is 03:49:49 Would you mind leaving it with me till you come again? faltered the Laird. he knew he could not buy it he had not the money but he would gladly dally with the notion of being its possessor depart with it the moment after having held it in his hand and gloated over it for the first time would be too keen a pain it was unreasonable to have to part with it at all he ought to be its owner who could be such an owner to a thing like that as he it was a wrong to him that it was not his next to his cup it was the most precious thing he had ever wished to possess a thing for a man to take to the grave with him. Was there no way of carrying any treasure to the other world? He would have sold of his land to secure the miracle, but alas it was all entailed. For a moment the Selini chalice seemed of less account, and he felt ready to throw open the window of his treasure-room and pitch everything out. The demon of having is as imperious and as capricious as that of drink, and there is no refuge from it but with the father. This kind goeth not out but by prayer. The poor slave uttered, not a sigh now, but a groan.

Starting point is 03:50:55 You'll tell the man, he said, thinking George had borrowed the thing to show him, that I did not even ask the price, I know I cannot buy it. Perhaps you would give your credit, suggested George, with a smile. No, I will have nothing to do with credit. I should not be able to call it my own. Money honesty was strong in the laird. But, he continued, do try. and persuade him to let me have it for a day or two, that I may get its beauty by heart,

Starting point is 03:51:25 and think of it all the days and dream of it all the nights of my life after. There will be no difficulty about that, answered George. The owner will be delighted to let you keep it as long as you wish. I would it were so. It is so. You don't mean to say, George, that that queen of jewels is yours, and you will lend it me. The thing is mine, but I will not lend it. Not even to you, sir.

Starting point is 03:51:53 I don't wonder, I don't wonder, but it is a great disappointment. I was beginning to hope I might have the loan of it for a week or two even. You should indeed, if the thing were mine, said George, playing him, but... Oh, I beg your pardon, I thought you said it was yours. So it was when I brought it, but it is mine no longer. It is yours. I purchased it for you this morning. The old man was speechless. He rose, and, seizing George by both hands, stood staring at him.

Starting point is 03:52:25 Something very like tears gathered within the reddened rims of his eyes. He had grown paler and feebler of late, ever in vain devising to secure possession of the cup, possession moral, as well as legal. But this entrancing gift brought with its strength and hope in regard to the chalice. To him that hath shall be given, quoted the mammon within him. "'George!' he said with a moan of ecstasy. you are my good angel, and sat down exhausted. The watch was the key to his closet as he persisted in calling his treasury. In old times not a few houses in Scotland held a certain tiny room, built for the head of the

Starting point is 03:53:03 family, to be his closet for prayer. It was, I believe, with the notion of such a room in his head that the laird had called his museum his closet, and he was more right than he meant to be, for in that chamber he did his truest worship, truest as to the love in it, falseest, as to its object, for there he worshipped the god vilest bread of all the gods, bred namely of man's distrust in the life of the universe. And now here also were two met together to worship, for from this time the Laird, disclosing his secret, made George free of his sanctuary. George was by this time able to take a genuine interest in the collection, but he was much amused, sometimes annoyed, with the behavior of the Laird in his closet.

Starting point is 03:53:45 He was more nervous and touchy over his things than as she bear over her cubs. Of all dangers to his darlings, he thought a woman the worst, and had therefore seized with avidity the chance of making that room a hidden one, the possibility of which he had spied almost the moment he first entered it. He became, if possible, fonder of his things than ever, and flattered himself he had found in George a fellow worshipper. George's exaggerated or pretended appreciation enhanced his sense of their value. End of Chapter 22 Chapter 23 of The Elect Lady This is a Libravox recording All Libravox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 03:54:29 For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org Recording by Joanna Michael Hoyt. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald Chapter 23 On the Moor Alexa had a strong shaggy pony which she rode the oftener that George came so often, taking care to be well gone before he arrived on his beautiful horse.

Starting point is 03:54:53 One lovely summer evening she had been across the moor a long way, and was returning as the sun went down. A glory of red molten gold was shining in her face, so that she could see nothing in front of her, and was a little startled by a voice greeting her with a respectful good evening. The same moment she was alongside of the speaker in the blinding veil of the sun. It was Andrew, walking home from a village on the other side, side of the moor. She drew rain, and they went together.

Starting point is 03:55:23 What has come to you, Mr. Ingram? she said. I hear you were at church last Sunday evening. Why should I not be, ma'am? asked Andrew. For the reason that you are not in the way of going. There might be good reason for going once or for going many times, and yet not for going always. We won't begin with quarreling. There are things we shall not agree, about? Yes, one or two, for a time, I believe, returned Andrew. What did you think of Mr. Raxdraw's sermon? I suppose you wanted to hear him. Yes, ma'am, at least partly. Well, will you tell me first whether you were satisfied with Mr. Rackstraw's teaching? I know you were there. I was quite satisfied.

Starting point is 03:56:14 Then I don't see reason for saying anything about it. If I am wrong, you ought to try to set me right. The prophet Elisha would have done no good by throwing his salt into the running stream. He cast it you will remember into the spring. I do not understand you. There is no use in persuading a person to change an opinion. Why not? Because the man is neither the better nor the person.

Starting point is 03:56:44 worse for it. If you had told me you were distressed to hear a man in authority speak as Mr. Rackstraw spoke concerning a being you loved, I would have tried to comfort you by pointing out how false it was. But if you are content to hear God so represented, why should I seek to convince you of what is valueless to you? Why offer you to drink what your heart is not thirsting after? Would you love God more because you found he was not what you were quite satisfied he should be? Do tell me more plainly what you mean. you must excuse me i have said all i will i cannot reason in defence of god it seems blasphemy to argue that his nature is not such as no honourable man could love in another man but if the bible says so if the bible said so the bible would be false but the bible does not say so how is it then that it seems to say so because you were taught falsely about him before you desired

Starting point is 03:57:44 to know him. But I am capable of judging now. Andrew was silent. Am I not? insisted Alexa. Do you desire to know God, said Andrew? I think I do know him. And do you think those things true?

Starting point is 03:58:06 Yes. Then we are where we were, and I say no more. You are not polite. I cannot help it. I must let you alone to believe about God what you can. You will not be blamed for not believing what you cannot. Do you mean that God never punishes anyone for what he cannot help? Assuredly. How do you prove that? I will not attempt to prove it. If you are content to think he does, if it do not trouble you that your God should be unjust, go on thinking so until you are made miserable by it, then I will pour out my heart to deliver you.

Starting point is 03:58:44 she was struck not with any truth in what he said but with the evident truthfulness of the man himself right or wrong there was that about him a certain radiance of conviction which certainly was not about mr rax straw the things that can be shaken said andrew as if thinking with himself may last for a time but they will at length be shaken to pieces that the things which cannot be shaken may show what they are whatever we call religion will vanish when we see god face to face. For a while they went brushing through the heather in silence. May I ask you one question, Mr. Ingram? said Alexa. Surely, ma'am. Ask me anything you like. And you will answer me? If I am at liberty to answer you, I will. What do you mean by being at liberty? Are you under any vow?

Starting point is 03:59:38 I am under the law of love. I am bound to do nothing to hurt. an answer that would do you know good I will not give. How do you know what will or will not do me good? I must use what judgment I have. Is it true, then, that you believe God gives you whatever you ask? I have never asked anything of him that he did not give me. Would you mind telling me anything you have asked of him? I have never yet required to ask anything not included in the prayer.

Starting point is 04:00:10 thy will be done. That will be done without your praying for it. Pardon me. I do not believe it will be done to all eternity without my praying for it. Where first am I accountable that his will should be done? Is it not in myself? How is his will to be done in me without my willing it? Does he not want me to love what he loves, to be like himself, to do his will with the glad effort of my will, in a word to will what he wills. And when I find I cannot, what am I to do but pray for help? I pray, and he helps me. There is nothing strange in that. Surely not. It seems to me the simplest common sense. It is my

Starting point is 04:00:55 business, the business of every man, that God's will be done by his obedience to that will, the moment he knows it. I fancy you are not so different from other people as you think yourself, but they say you want to die. I want nothing but what God wants. I desire righteousness. Then you accept the righteousness of Christ. Accept it. I long for it. You know that is not what I mean.

Starting point is 04:01:26 I seek first the kingdom of God and God's righteousness. You avoid my question. Do you accept the righteousness of Christ instead of your own? I have no righteousness of my own to put it instead of. The only righteousness there is is gods, and he will make me righteous like himself. He is not content that his one son only should be righteous. He wants all his children to be righteous as he is righteous. The thing is plain, I will not argue about it.

Starting point is 04:01:57 You do not believe in the atonement. I believe in Jesus Christ. He is the atonement. What strength God has given me I will say. spend in knowing him, and doing what he tells me, to interpret his plans before we know himself is to mistake both him and his plans. I know this, that he has given his life for what multitudes you call themselves by his name would not rise from their seats to Sharon. You think me incapable of understanding the gospel? I think if you did understand the gospel of

Starting point is 04:02:29 Christ, you would be incapable of believing the things about his father that you say you do believe, but I will not say a word more. When you were able to see the truth, you will see it, and when you desire the truth he will be able. Alexa touched her pony with her whip, but by and by she pulled him up and made him walk till Andrew overtook her. The sun was by this time far out of sight,

Starting point is 04:02:53 the glow of the west was over, and twilightly upon the world. Its ethereal dimness had sunk into her soul. Does the gloaming make you sad, Mr. Ingram? she asked. It makes me very quiet, he answered, as if all my people were asleep and waiting for me. Do you mean as if they were all dead?

Starting point is 04:03:15 How can you talk of it so quietly? Because I do not believe in death. What do you mean? I am a Christian. I hope you are, Mr. Ingram, though to be honest with you some things make me doubt it. Perhaps you would say I am not a Christian. It is enough that God knows whether you are a Christian or not.

Starting point is 04:03:38 Why should I say you are or you are not? But I wanted to know what you meant when you said you were a Christian. How should that make you indifferent to the death of your friends? Death is a dreadful thing, look at it how you like. The Lord says, He that liveth and believeth in me shall never die. If my friends are not dead, but living and waiting for me, why should I wait for them in a fierce, stormy night or a black frost?

Starting point is 04:04:03 instead of the calm of such a sleeping day as this, a day with the sun hid Shakespeare calls it. How you do mix up things! Shakespeare and Jesus Christ! God mixed them first and will mix them a good deal more yet, said Andrew. But for the smile which would hover like a heavenly psyche about his mouth, his way of answering would sometimes have seemed curt to those who did not understand him. Instead of holding aloof in his superiority, however, as some thought he, he did when he would not answer, or answered abruptly, Andrew's soul would be hovering,

Starting point is 04:04:38 watching and hoping for a chance of lighting, and giving of the best he had. He was like a great bird changing parts with a child, the child afraid of the bird, and the bird enticing the child to be friends. He had learned that if he poured out his treasure recklessly it might be received with dishonor and but choke the way of the chariot of approaching truth. Perhaps he will say next there is no such thing as suffering, resumed Alexa. No, the Lord said that in the world his friends should have tribulation. What tribulation have you, who are so specially his friend? Not much yet.

Starting point is 04:05:15 It is a little, however, sometimes, to know such strong and beautiful and happy-making things, and all the time my people, my beloved humans, born of my father in heaven, with the same heart for joy and sorrow, will not listen and be comforted. I think that was what made our Lord sorriest of all. "'Mr. Ingram, I have no patience with you. "'How dare you liken your trouble to that of our Lord? "'Making yourself equal with him?' "'Is it making myself equal with him,

Starting point is 04:05:46 "'to say that I understand a little how he felt toward his fellow man? "'I am always trying to understand him. "'Would it be a wonder if I did sometimes a little? "'How was a man to do as he did without understanding him?' "'Are you going to work miracles next?' Jesus was always doing what God wanted him to do. That was what he came for not to work miracles. He could have worked a great many more if he had pleased,

Starting point is 04:06:11 but he did no more than God wanted of him. Am I not to try to do the will of God? Because he who died that I might always succeeded however hard it was, and I am always failing and having to try again. And do you think you will come to it in this life? I never think about that. I only think about doing his will, now, not about doing it then, that is, tomorrow or next day or next world. I know only one life,

Starting point is 04:06:38 the life that is hid with Christ and God, and that is the life by which I live here and now. I do not make schemes of life, I live. Life will teach me God's plans, I will take no trouble about them. I will only obey, and receive the bliss he sends me, and of all things I will not make theories of God's plans for other people to accept. I will only do my best to destroy such theory. as I find coming between some poor glooming heart and the sun shining in his strength. Those who love the shade of lies let them walk in it, until the shiver of the eternal cold drive them to seek the face of Jesus Christ. To appeal to their intellect would be but to drive them the deeper into the shade

Starting point is 04:07:17 to justify their being in it. And if by argument you did persuade them out of it, they would but run into a deeper and worse darkness. How could that be? They would at once think that, by an intellectual stride, They had advanced in the spiritual life, whereas they would be neither the better nor the worse. I know a man, once among the foremost in denouncing the old theology, who is now no better than a swindler. You mean?

Starting point is 04:07:45 No one you know, ma'am. His intellectual freedom seems only to have served his spiritual subjugation. Right opinion, except it spring from obedience to the truth, is but so much rubbish on the golden floor of the temple. The peace of the night and its luminous earnestness were gleaming on Andrew's face, and Alexa, glancing up as he ceased, felt again the inroad of a sense of something in the man that was not in the other men she knew, the spiritual shadow of a dweller in regions beyond her ken. The man was before her, yet out of her sight. The whole thing was too simple for her. Only a child could understand it. Instead of listening to the elders and priests to learn how to save his soul, he cast away all care of himself, left that to God, and gave himself to do the will of him from whose heart he came, even as the eternal life, the son of God, required of him, in the mighty hope of becoming one mind, heart, soul, one eternal being, with him, with the father, with every good man, with the universe which was his inheritance, walking in the world as Enoch walked with God, held by his hand.

Starting point is 04:08:53 This is what man was and is meant to be, what man must become. Thither the wheels of time are roaring. Thither work all the silent potencies of the eternal world, and they that will not awake and arise from the dead must be flung from their graves by the throes of a shivering world. When he had done speaking, Andrew stood and looked up. A few stars were looking down through the limpid air. Alexa rode on.

Starting point is 04:09:21 Andrew let her go, and walked after her alone, sure that her mind must one day open to the eternal fact that God is all in all, the perfect friend of his children, yea, that he would cease to be God, sooner than fail his child in his battle with death. End of Chapter 23. Chapter 24 of The Elept Lady. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Joanna Michael Hoyt. The Elect Lady

Starting point is 04:10:03 By George MacDonald Chapter 24 The War Alexa kept hoping that George would be satisfied she was not inclined toward him as she had been, and that, instead of bringing the matter to open issue, he would continue to come and go as the friend of her father. But George came to the conclusion

Starting point is 04:10:22 that he ought to remain in doubt no longer, and one afternoon followed her into the garden. She had gone there with a certain half-scientific, half-religious book in her hand, from which she was storing her mind with arguments against what she supposed the opinions of Andrew. She had, however, little hope of his condescending to front them with counter-argument. His voice returned ever to the ear of her mind in words like these. If you are content to think so, you are in no condition to receive what I have to communicate. Why should I press water on a soul that is not thirsty? Let us wait for the drought of the desert, when life is a low fever, and the heart is dry,

Starting point is 04:11:03 when the earth is like iron, and the heavens above it are as brass. She started at the sound of George's voice. "'My lovely weather,' he said. Even lovers betake themselves to the weather as a medium, the sight of nature which all understand. It was a good, old-fashioned, hot, heavy summer afternoon, one ill-chosen for love-making. Yes, answered Alexa, with a point of interrogation sub-audible, and held her book so that he might feel it on the point of being lifted again to eager eyes. But he was not more sensitive than sentimental. Please put your book down for a moment. I have not of late asked too much of your attention, Alexa.

Starting point is 04:11:49 You have been very kind, George, she answered. Kind is not asking much of your attention. Yay, that and giving my father so much of yours. I certainly have seen more of him than of you, returned George, hoping her words meant reproach. But he has always been kind to me and pleased to see me. You have not given me much encouragement. To begin love-making with complaint is not a lot of. wise, and George felt that he had got into the wrong track, but Alexa took care that he should not

Starting point is 04:12:25 get out of it easily. Not being simple, he always settled the best course to pursue, and often went wrong. The man who cares only for what is true and right is saved much thinking and planning. He generally sees but one way of doing a thing. I'm glad to hear you say so, George. You have not mistaken me. You were not so sharp with me when I went away, Alexa. No, then you were going away. Should you not show a fellow some kindness when he has come back? Not when he does not seem content with having come back.

Starting point is 04:13:05 I do not understand. But Alexa gave no explanation. You would be kind to me again, if I were going away again. Perhaps. That is, if you were sure I was not coming back. I did not say so. I can't make it out, Alexa. I used to think there could never be any misunderstanding between you and me.

Starting point is 04:13:33 But something has crept in between us and for the life of me. I do not know what it is. There is one thing for which I am more obliged to you than I can tell, George, that you did not say anything before you went. i am awfully sorry for it now but i thought you understood i did and i am very glad for i should have repented it long ago this was hardly logical but george seemed to understand you are cruel he said i should have made it the business of my life that you never did yet george knew of things he dared not tell that had taken place almost as soon as he was relieved from the sustaining and restraining human pressure in which he had grown up i am certain i should persisted alexa why are you so certain because i am so glad now to think i am free someone has been maligning me alexa it is very hard not to know where the stab comes from the testimony against you is from your own lips george i heard you talking to my father and was aware of a tone i did not like

Starting point is 04:14:48 i listened more attentively and became convinced that your ways of thinking had deteriorated they seemed not a remnant left of the honor i then thought characterized you why certainly as an honest man i cannot talk religion like your friend the farmer do you mean that andrew ingram is not an honest man rejoined alexa with some heat i mean that i am an honest man i am doubtful of you i can tell the quarter whence that doubt was blown it would be of greater consequence to blow it away george crawford do you believe your an honest man. As men go, yes. But not as men go, George, as he would like to appear to the world when hearts are as open as faces.

Starting point is 04:15:43 He was silent. Would the way you have made your money stands the scrutiny of... She had Andrew in her mind, and was on the point of saying, Jesus Christ, but felt she had no right and hesitated. For friend Andrew,

Starting point is 04:15:59 supplemented George with a spiteful laugh. The only honest mode of making money he knows is the strain of his muscles, the farmer way. He wouldn't keep up his corn for a better market, not he. It so happens that I know he would not, for he and my father had a dispute on that very point, and I hurt them. He said poor people were not to go hungry that he might get rich. He was not sent into the world to make money, he said, but to grow corn. The corn was grown, and he could get a night.

Starting point is 04:16:29 for it now to live by, and had no right and no desire to get more, and would not keep it up. The land was gods, not his, and the poor were God's children, and had their rights from him. He was sent to grow corn for them. And what did your father say to that, wisdom? That is no matter. Nor do I profess to understand, Mr. Ingram. I only know, added Alexa with a little laugh, that he is consistent, for he has puzzled me all my life i can however see a certain nobility in him that sets him apart from other men and i can see that when i left i was needlessly modest i thought in my position too humble what am i to understand by that

Starting point is 04:17:17 what you think i mean i wish you a good afternoon mr crawford alex arose and left him george had indeed grown coarser he turned where he stood with his hands in his pockets and looked after her then smiled to himself a nasty smile and said at least i have made her angry and that's something what has a fellow like that to give her toot indeed what's that he's not even the rustic gentleman he's downright vulgar a clodhopper born and bread but the least i understand will soon be out and potlurg will never let him have it i will see to that that. The Laird hates the counting scoundrel. I would rather pay him double the rent myself. His behavior now did not put Andrew's manners in the shade. Though he never said a word to flatter, Alexa, spoke often in a way she did not at all like, persistently refused to enter into argument with her when most she desired it, yet his every tone, every movement toward her was full of respect. And however she strove against the idea, she felt him her superior, and had indeed

Starting point is 04:18:27 need begun to wish that she had never shown herself at a disadvantage by the assumption of superiority it would be pleasant to know that it pained him to disapprove of her for she began to feel that as she disapproved of george and could not like him so the young farmer disapproved of her and could not like her it was a new and by no means agreeable thought andrew delighted in beautiful things he did not see anything beautiful in her alexa was not conceited but she was not conceited but she was not conceited but she was She knew she was handsome, and knew also that Andrew would never feel one heartthrob more because of any such beauty as hers. Had he not as good as told her she was one of the dead who would not come alive? It would be something to be loved by a man like that. But Alexa was too maidenly to think of making any man love her. And even if he loved her, she could not marry a man in Andrew's position. She might stretch a point or two, where the lack but a point or two,

Starting point is 04:19:25 but there was no stretching points to the marrying of a peasant, without education, who worked on his father's farm. The thing was ridiculous. Of course she knew that. The very idea too absurd to pass through her idlest thoughts. But she was not going to marry George. That was well settled. In a year or two he would be quite fat. And he always had his hands in his pockets. There was something about him not like a gentleman. He suggested an auctioneer or a cheap jack. she took her pony and went for a ride when she came back the pony looked elfreden but george had no intention of forsaking the house yet at least he was bent on humbling his cousin therefore continued his relations with her father while he hurried on as fast as consisted with good masonry the building of a house on a small estate he had bought in the neighbourhood intending it to be such as must be an enticement to any lady so long had he regarded everything through the veil of money that he could not think of alexa even without thinking of mammon as well by this time also he was so much infected with the old man's passion for things curious and valuable

Starting point is 04:20:38 that the idea of one day calling the laird's wonderful collection his own had a real part in his desire to become his daughter's husband he would not accept her dismissal as final end of chapter twenty four Chapter 25 of the Elect Lady. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more informational to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Michelle Eaton. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 25

Starting point is 04:21:19 The Heart of the Heart The Lead had been poorly for some weeks, and Alexa began to fear that he was failing. Nothing more had passed between him and Daughty, but he knew that anxious eyes were often watching him, and the thought worried him not a little. If he would but take a start, thought Daughty, and not lose all the good of this life.

Starting point is 04:21:45 It was too late for him to rise very high. He could not now be a saint, but he might at least set a foot on the eternal stare that leads to the fullness of bliss. He would have a sore fight with all those imps of things before he ceased to love that which was not lovely and to covet that which was not good. But the man gained a precious benefit from this world.

Starting point is 04:22:11 Who but began to repent before he left it? If only the lad would start up the hill before his body got quite to the bottom. Was there any way to approach him again with her particular? that he would be good to himself good to god good to the universe that he would love what was worth loving and cast away what was not she had no light and could do nothing suddenly the old man failed quite apparently from no cause but weakness the unease of his mind the haunting of the dread thought of having to part with the chalice had induced it he was in his closet one night late into the morning and the next day did not get up to breakfast. He wanted a little rest, he said. In a day he would be well, but the hour to rise again much anticipated never came. He seemed very troubled at times

Starting point is 04:23:08 and very desirous of getting up, but was never able. It became necessary to sit with him at night. In fits of delirium, he would make fierce endeavour to rise, insisting that he must go to his study. His closet he never mentioned, even in dreams was his secrecy dominant. Daughty, who had her share in nursing him, kept hoping her opportunity would come. He did not seem to cherish any resentment against her. His illness would protect him, he thought, from further intrusion of her conscience upon his. She must know better than irritate a sick man with over-officiousness. Everybody could not be a saint. It was enough to be a Christian like other good and salvable Christians. It was enough for him if through the merits of his saviour, he gained admission to the heavenly kingdom at last.

Starting point is 04:24:07 He never thought now, once in, he could bear to stay in. Never thought how heaven could be to him other than the dullest place in the universe of God, more wearisome than the kingdom of darkness itself. and all the time the young woman with the saviour heart was watching by his bedside ready to speak but the spirit gave her no utterance and her silence soothed his fear of her one night he was more restless than usual waking from his troubled slumber he called her in the tone of one who had something important to communicate doughty he said with feeble voice but glittering eye there is no one i can trust like you i have been thinking of what you said that night ever since go to my closet and bring me the cup doughty held a moment's debate whether it would be right but she reflected that it made little difference whether the object of his passion was in his hand or in his chest while it was all the same deep in his heart then his words seemed to imply that he wanted to take his farewell of it and to refuse his request might only fan the evil love and turn him from the good motion in his mind she said yes sir and stood waiting he did not speak i do not know where to find it she said i am going to tell you he replied but seemed to hesitate i will not touch a single thing beside said doughty he believed her and at once proceeded take my bunch of keys from the hook behind me there is the key of the closet door and there the key of all the bunch that looks the commonest but is in reality the most cunningly devised is the key of the cabinet in which i keep it then he told her where

Starting point is 04:26:07 behind a little bookcase which moved from the wall on hinges she would find the cabinet and in what part of it the cup wrapped in a piece of silk that had once been a sleeve worn by madame de jeanly which did not make doughty much wiser she went found the chalice and brought it to where the laird lay straining his ears and waiting for it as a man at the point of death might await the sacramental cup from absolving priest. His hands trembled as he took it, for they were the hands of a lover. Strange as that love was, which not merely looked for no return, but desired to give neither pleasure nor good to the thing loved. It was no love of the merely dead, but a love of the unliving. He pressed the thing to his bosom, then as if rebuked by the presence of Doughty, put it a little from him, and began to put it to put it to put. over every stone, every repuset figure between and every engraved ornament around the gems,

Starting point is 04:27:15 each of which he knew by shape, order, quality of colour, better than ever face of wife or child. But soon his hands sunk on the counterpane of silk patchwork, and he lay still, grasping tight the precious thing. He woke with a start and a cry to find it safe in both his hands. "'Oh,' he said, "'I thought someone had me by the throat. "'You didn't try to take the cut from me, did you, Doughty?' "'No, sir,' answered Doughty. "'I would not care to take it out of your hand,

Starting point is 04:27:48 "'but I should be glad to take it out of your heart. "'If they would only bury it with me,' he murmured, "'heedless of her words. "'Oh, sir, would you have it burning your heart to all eternity? "'Give it up, sir, and take the treasure, thief never stole. Yes, Doughty, yes, that is the true treasure. And to get it we must sell all that we have. He gives them with holes as he sees fit. Then when you go down with the blackness, longing for the cup, you will never see more, you will complain of God that he would not give you strength to fling it

Starting point is 04:28:26 from you. He hugged the chalice. Fling it from me, he cried fiercely. Girl, who are you to torment me before my time. Tell me, sir, persisted Daughty. Why does the apostle cry? Awake thou that sleepest, if they couldn't move. No one can move without God. Therefore, seeing everyone can move, it must be God giving him the power

Starting point is 04:28:52 to do what he requires of him, and we are fearfully to blame, not using the strength God gives us. I cannot bear the strain of thinking, gas the laird. Then give up for you. thinking and do the thing. Shall I take it for you? She put out her hand as she spoke. No, no, he cried, grasping the cup tighter. You shall not touch it. You would give it to the earl.

Starting point is 04:29:18 I know you. Saints hate what is beautiful. I like better to look at things in my father's hands than in my own. You want to see my cup. It is my cup. In the hands of that spendthrift full, Lord Borland. It is in the the father's hand, whoever has it. Hold your tongue, doughty, or I will cry out and wake the house. They will think you out of your mind, and come and take the cup from you. Do let me put it away, then you will go to sleep. I will not. I cannot trust you with it. You have destroyed my confidence in you. I may fall asleep, but if your hand come within a foot of the cup, it will. I know it will. I shall sleep with my heart in the cup. I will. I shall sleep with my heart in

Starting point is 04:30:04 cup and the least touch will wake me i wish you would let andrew ingram come and see you sir what's the matter with him nothing's the matter with him sir but he helps everybody to do what is right conceited rascal do you take me for a maniac that you talk such foolery his look was so wild his old blue faded eyes gleamed with such a light of mingled fear and determination that doughty was almost sorry she had spoken. With trembling hands he drew the cup within the bedclothes and lay still. If the morning would but come and bring George Crawford, he would restore the cup to its place, or hide it where he should know it's safe and not far from him. Daughty sat motionless, and the old man fell into another feverish doze. She dared not stir, lest he would start a way to defend his idol. She sat like an image, moving only her eyes. What are you about, Doughty? he said at length. You are after some mischief. You are so quiet. I was telling God how good you would be if he could get you to give up your odds and ends and take

Starting point is 04:31:20 him instead. How dared you say such a thing sitting there by my side? Are you to say to him that any sinner would be good? If he would only do so and so, and so, with him. Tremble, girl, at the vengeance of the Almighty. We are told to make prayers and intercessions for all men, and I was saying what I could for you. The Laird was silent, and the rest of the night passed quietly. His first words in the morning were, Go and tell your mistress I want her. When his daughter came, he told her to send for George Crawford. He was worse, he said, and wanted to see him. A lexswept. Alex Exa thought it best to send Daughty with the message by the next train. Doughty did not relish the mission, for she had no faith in Crawford, and did not like his

Starting point is 04:32:12 influence on her master. Not the less when she reached his hotel, she insisted on seeing him and giving her message in person, which done, she made haste for the first train back. They could not do well without her. When she arrived, there was a missus. Mr Crawford already on the platform. She set out as fast as she could, but she had not got further than halfway when he overtook her in a fly

Starting point is 04:32:41 and insisted she should get in. End of Chapter 25. Chapter 26 of the Elect Lady. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, here, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Sarah W. Ithaca, New York.

Starting point is 04:33:14 The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 26. George Crawford and Doughty. What is the matter with your master? he asked. God knows, sir. What is the use of telling me that? I want you to tell me what you know. I don't know anything, sir. What do you think, that? I should think old age has something to do with it, sir.

Starting point is 04:33:41 Likely enough, but you know more than that. I shouldn't wonder, sir, if he were troubled in his mind. What makes you think so? It is reasonable to think so, sir. He knows he must die before long, and it is dreadful to leave everything you care for and go where there is nothing you care for. How do you know there is nothing he would care for?

Starting point is 04:34:03 What is there, sir, he would be likely to care for? There is his wife. He was fond of her, I suppose. And you pious people fancy you will see each other again. The thought of seeing her would give him little comfort, I am afraid, in parting with the things he has here. He believes a little, somehow, I can't understand how. What does he believe? He believes a little. He is not sure that what a man

Starting point is 04:34:33 soweth, he shall also reap. How do you know what he is or is not sure of? It can't be a matter of interest to you. Those that come of one father must have interest in one another. How am I to tell we come of one father, as you call him? I like to have a thing proved before I believe it. I know neither where I came from nor where I am going. How then can I know that we come from the same father? I don't know how you're to know it, sir. I take it for granted and find it good. But there is one thing I am sure of. What is that? That if you were my master's friend, you would not rest till you got him to do what was right before he died. I will not be father-confessor to any man. I have enough to do with myself. A good-worthy old man like the Laird must know better than any other what he ought to do.

Starting point is 04:35:31 There is no doubt of that, sir. What do you want, then? To get him to do it, that he knows is what makes it so miserable. If he did not know, he would not be to blame. He knows what it is and won't do it, and that makes him wretched. As it ought, thank God. You're a nice Christian, thanking God for making a man miserable. Well, yes, answered Doughty.

Starting point is 04:35:59 George thought a little. What would you have me persuade him to? he asked, for he might hear something it would be useful to know, but Doughty had no right and no inclination to tell him what she knew. I only wish you would persuade him to do what he knows he ought to do, she replied. End of Chapter 26. Chapter 27 of The Elect Lady. This is a Librevox recording.

Starting point is 04:36:34 All Librevox Record. are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Joanna Michael Hoyt. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 27. The Watch George stayed with the Laird a good while and held a long, broken talk with him. When he went, Alexa came. She thought her father seemed happier. George had put the cup away for him. Alexa sat with him that night. She knew nothing of such a

Starting point is 04:37:05 precious thing being in the house, in the room with them. In the middle of the night, as she was arranging his pillows, the layered drew from under the bedclothes and held up to her, flashing in the light of the one candle, the jewelled watch. She stared. The old man was pleased at her surprise and evident admiration. She held out her hand for it. He gave it her. "'That watch,' he said, "'is believed to have belonged to Nenong de L'en-en-en-cloth. It may, but I doubt it myself.' It is well known she never took presents from her admirers, and she was too poor to have bought such a thing. Madame de Montaninandin, however, or some one of her lady friends might have given it her.

Starting point is 04:37:47 It will be yours one day, that is, if you marry the man I should like you to marry. Dear father, do not talk of marrying, I have enough with you, cried Alexa, and felt as if she hated George. "'Unfortunately, you cannot have me always,' returned her father. "'I will say nothing more now, but I desire you to consider what I have said.' Alexa put the watch in his hand. "'I trust you do not suppose,' she said, "'that a houseful of things like that would make any difference.' He looked up at her sharply.

Starting point is 04:38:24 "'A houseful? What did she know?' It silenced him, and he lay thinking. surely the delight of lovely things must be in every woman's heart was not the passion developed or undeveloped universal could a child if he is not care for such things ah he said to himself she takes after her mother a wall seemed to rise between him and his daughter alas alas the things he loved and must one day yield would not be cherished by her no tender regard would hover around them when he was gone she would be no protecting divinity to them. God, in heaven, she might, she would, he was sure she would sell them. It seems the sole possible comfort of avarice, as it passes empty and hungry into the empty regions, that the things it can no more see with eyes or handle with hands will yet be together

Starting point is 04:39:17 somewhere. Hence the rich leave to the rich, avoiding the man who most needs or would best use their money. Is there a lurking notion in the man of much goods, I wonder, that, in the still watches of the night when men sleep he will return to look on what he leaves behind him does he forget the torture of seeing it at the command in the enjoyment of another his will concerning this thing or that but a mockery does he know that he who then holds them will not be able to conceive of their having been or ever being in others as now they are his as alexa sat in the dim light by her brooding father she loathed the shining thing he had again drawn under the bedclothes shrunk from it as from a manacle the devil had tried to slip on her wrist. The judicial assumption of society suddenly appeared in the emptiness of its arrogance. Marriage for the sake of things. Was she not a live soul made for better than that? She was ashamed of the innocent pleasure the glittering toy had given her. The layered cast now and then a glance at her face and sighed. He gathered from it the conviction that she would be a cruel stepmother to his children,

Starting point is 04:40:22 her mercy that of a loveless non-collector. It should not be. He would do better for them than that. He loved his daughter, but needed not therefore sacrifice. His last hopes for the sacrifice would meet with no acceptance. House and land should be hers, but not his jewels, not the contents of his closet. End of Chapter 27. Chapter 28 of The Elect Lady. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 28 The Will

Starting point is 04:41:04 George came again to see him the next day, and had again a long conference with him. The Layard told him that he had fully resolved to leave everything to his daughter, personal as well as real, on the one condition that she should marry her cousin. If she would not, then the contents of his closet,

Starting point is 04:41:21 with his library, and certain articles specified, should pass to Crawford. "'And you must take care?' he said. "'If my death should come suddenly, that anything valuable in this room be carried into the closet before it is sealed up. Shrinking as he did from the idea of death, the old man was yet able, in the interest of his possessions, to talk of it. It was as if he thought the sole consolation that, in the loss of their owner, his things could have,

Starting point is 04:41:49 was the continuance of their intercourse with each other in the heaven of his mammon-besotted imagination. George responded heartily, showing a gratitude more genuine than fine. every virtue partakes of the ground in which it is grown. He assured the Laird that, valuable as was in itself his contingent gift, which no man could appreciate more than he, it would be far more valuable to him if it sealed his adoption as his son-in-law. He would rather owe the possession of the wonderful collection to the daughter than to the father. In either case the precious property would be held as for him. Each thing as carefully tended as by the Laird's own eye and hand. Whether it would at the moment have comforted the dying man to be assured, as George might have him,

Starting point is 04:42:32 that there would be nothing left of him to grieve at the loss of his idols, nothing left of him but a memory, to last so long as George and Alexa and one or two more should remain unburied, I cannot tell. It was in any case a dreary outlook for him. Hope and faith and almost love had been sucked from his life by the hindering knot grass, which had spread its white bloodless roots in all directions through soul and heart and mind. mind, exhausting and choking in them everything of divinest origin. The weeds in George's heart were of another kind, and better nor worse in themselves. The misery was that neither of them was endeavoring to root them out. The thief who is trying to be better is ages ahead of the most honorable man who is making

Starting point is 04:43:12 no such effort. The one is alive, the other is dead and on the way to corruption. They treated themselves to a gaze together on the cup and the watch. Then George went to give directions to the Laird's lawyer for the drawing up of his new will. The next day it was brought, read, signed by the Laird, and his signature duly witnessed. Doughty being on the spot was made one of the witnesses. The Laird trembled lest her fanaticism should break out in appeal to the lawyer concerning the cup. He could not understand that the cup was nothing to her, that she did not imagine herself a setter right of wrongs, but knew herself her neighbor's keeper, one that had to deliver his soul from death. Had the cup come into her possession, she would have sent it back to the owner,

Starting point is 04:43:54 but it was not worth her care that the Earl of Borland should cast his eyes when he would upon a jewel in a cabinet. Doughty was very white as he signed his name. Where the others saw but a legal ceremony, she feared her loved master was assigning his soul to the devil, as she had read of Dr. Faustus in the old ballad. He was gliding away into the dark, and no one to whom he had done a good turn with the mammon of unrighteousness was waiting to receive him into an everlasting habitation. She had, and she needed no special cause to love her master, any more than to love the chickens and the calves. She loved because something that could be loved was there present to her. But he had always spoken kindly to her, and been pleased with her endeavor to serve him.

Starting point is 04:44:36 And now he was going where she could do nothing for him, except pray, as her heart and Andrew had taught her, knowing that all live unto him. But alas, what were prayers where the man would not take the things prayed for? Nevertheless, all things were possible with God, and she would pray for him. It was also with white face, and it was with trembling hand, that she signed her own name, for she felt as if giving him a push down the icy slope into the abyss. But when the thing was done, the old man went quietly to sleep, and dreamed of a radiant jewel, glorious as he had never seen Jewel, ever within, yet ever eluding his grasp. End of Chapter 28. Chapter 29 of The Elect Lady. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox

Starting point is 04:45:30 recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 29, the San Grail. The next day he seemed better, and Alexa began to hope again, but in the afternoon his pulse began to sink and when crawford came he could welcome him only with a smile and a vain effort to put out his hand george met down to him the others at a sign from his eyes left the room He whispered. I put it away for you last night. You remember, answered George. Oh, no, you didn't.

Starting point is 04:46:11 I had it in my hand a minute ago, but I fell into a dose and it is gone. George, get it, get it for me, or I shall go mad. George went and brought it him. Thank you, thank you. Now I remember. I thought I was in hell and they took it from me. don't you be afraid sir fell asleep and you feel inclined i will keep my eye on the cup you will not go away no i will stay as long as you like there is nothing to take me away if i had thought you would be worse i would not have gone last night

Starting point is 04:46:50 i'm not worse what put that in your head don't you hear me speaking better i've thought about it george and am convinced the cup is a talisman i am better i am better all the time i hold it it was because i let you put it away that i was worth last night for no other reason if it were not a talisman how else could it have so nestled itself to my heart i feel better always the moment i take it in my hand there is something more than common about that chalice george what if it should be the holy grail he said it with bated breath and a great white awe upon his countenance his eyes were shining his breath came and went fast slowly his aged cheeks flushed with two bright spots he looked as if the joy of his life was come what if it should be the holy grail he repeated and fell asleep with the words on his lips as the evening deepened into night he woke crawford was sitting beside him a change had come over him. He stared at George as if he could not make him out, closed his eyes, opened them, stared, and again closed them. He seemed to think he was there for no good. Would you like me to call Alexa? said George.

Starting point is 04:48:13 Call Doughty! Call Doughty! He replied. George rose to go and call her. Beware of her! said the laird with glazy eyes. Beware of Doughty. How? asked George. Beware of her, he repeated. If she can get the cup she will, she would take it from me now if she dared. She will steal it yet.

Starting point is 04:48:40 Call Dotty. Call Dotty. Alexa was in the drawing room on the other side of the hall. George went and told her that her father wanted Dotty. I will find her, she said and rose, but turned and asked, how does he seem now rather worth george answered are you going to be with him through the night i am he insists on my staying with him replied george almost apologetically then she returned you must have some supper we will go down and send up doughty he followed her to the kitchen doughty was not there but her mistress found her when she entered her master's room he lay motionless and white with the

Starting point is 04:49:25 whiteness of what is dead. She got brandy and made him swallow some. As soon as he recovered a little, he began to talk wildly. He cried, do not leave me. I'm not a bad man. I'm not what Doughty calls me. I believe in the atonement. I put no trust in myself. My righteousness is as filthy rags. Take me with you. I will go with you. There, slip that under your white robe, washed in the blood of the lamb. that will hide it with the rest of my sins the unbelieving husband is sanctified by the believing wife take it take it i should be lost in heaven without it i can't see what i've got on but it must be the robe of his righteousness for i have none of my own what should i be without it it's all i've got i couldn't bring away a single thing besides and it's so cold to have but one thing on i mean one thing in your hands. Do you say they will make me sell it? That would be worse than coming without it. He was talking to his wife, persuading her to smuggle the cup into heaven. Dottie went on her knees

Starting point is 04:50:40 behind the curtain and began to pray for him all she could, but something seemed stopping her and making her prayer come only from her lips. Ah, said the voice of her master. I thought so. How could I go off and you praying against you. me like that cup or no cup the thing was impossible dotty opened her eyes and there he was holding back the curtain and looking round the edge of it with a face of eagerness effort and hate as of one struggling to go and unable to break away she rose to her feet he cried eyewgnes he gave a cry and ceased and all was still they heard the cry in the kitchen and came running up they found dotty bending over for her master with a scared face. He seemed to have struck her, for one cheek was marked with red streaks across its whiteness. He cried, I want it to. His jaw fell, and he was dead.

Starting point is 04:51:57 Alexa threw herself beside the body. George would have raised her, but she resisted and lay motionless. He stood then behind her, watching an opportunity to get the cup from under the bedclothes that he might put it in the closet. He ordered Dottie to fetch water for her mistress. but Alexa told her she did not want any. Once and again George tried to raise her and get his hand under the bedclothes to feel for the cup. He's not dead, cried Alexa. He moved. Get some brandy, said George. She rose and went to the table for the brandy. George, with the pretense of feeling the dead man's heart, threw back the clothes. He could find no cup. It had got further down. He would wait. Alexa lifted her father's head on her arm, but it was.

Starting point is 04:52:41 was plain that Brandy could not help. She went and sat on a chair away from the bed, hopeless and exhausted. George lifted the clothes from the foot of the bed, then from the further side, and then from the nearer without attracting her attention. The cup was nowhere to be seen. He put his hand under the body, but the cup was not there. He had to leave the room that Dottie and Meg might prepare it for burial. Alexa went to her chamber. A moment after George returned, called Meg to the door and said, there must be a brass cup in the bed somewhere. I brought it to amuse him. He was fond of odd things, you know, if you should find it. I will take care of it, answered Meg, and turned from him curtly.

Starting point is 04:53:23 George felt he had not a friend in the house and that he must leave things as they were. The door of the closet was locked, and he could not go again to the death chamber to take the Laird's keys from the head of the bed. He knew that the two women would not let him. It had been an oversight not to secure them. he was glad the watch was safe that he had put in the closet before but it mattered little when the cup was missing he went to the stable got out his horse and rode home in the still gray of a midsummer night the stillness and the night seemed thinking to each other george had little imagination but what he had woken him now as he rode slowly along step by step the old man seemed following him on silent churchyard feet through the eerie whiteness of the night there was neither cloud nor moon only stars above and around and a great cold crack in the north-east he was crying after him in a voice he could not make him hear was he not straggling to warn him not to come into like condemnation the voice seemed trying to say i know i know now i would not believe but i know now give back the cup give it back george did not allow to himself that there was anything there it was about a vague movement in that common

Starting point is 04:54:38 place, unmysterious region, his mind. He heard nothing, positively nothing with his ears, therefore there was nothing. It was indeed somehow as if one were saying the words, but in reality they came only as a thought rising, continually rising, in his mind. It was but a thought sound and no speech. I know now, I know now, give it back. He did not ask himself how the thought came. He cast it away as only that insignificant thing a thought. cast it away nonetheless that he found himself answering it i can't give it back i can't find it where did you put it you must have taken it with you what rubbish he said to himself ten times waking up of course dotty took it didn't the poor old fellow warn me to beware of her nobody but her was in the room when we ran in and found him at the point of death where did you put it i can't find it i can't give it back he went over in his mind all that had taken place the laird had the cup when he left him to call dottie and when they came it was nowhere he was convinced the girl had secured it an obedience doubtless to the instruction of her director ambitious to do justice and curry favor by restoring it but he could do nothing till the will was read was it possible lexie had put it away no she had not had the opportunity end of chapter twenty nine chapter thirty of the elect lady this is a

Starting point is 04:56:09 Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Ben White, Haddon Township, New Jersey, United States. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 30, George and the Golden Goblet. With slow-pacing shadows, the hot hours crept athwart the heath and the house and the dead, and carried the living with them in their invisible current. There is no tie. in time, it is a steady current not returning. Happy they whom it bears inward to the center of things, alas for those whom it carries outward, to the flaming walls of creation. The poor old Laird, who, with all his refinement, all his education, all his interest in philology, prosody,

Starting point is 04:57:01 history, and reliquial humanity, had become the slave of a goblet, had left it behind him, had faced the empty universe, empty-handed, and vanished with a shadow goblet in his heart. The eyes that gloated over the gems had gone to help the grass to grow. But the will of the dead remained to trouble for a time the living, for it put his daughter in a painful predicament. Until Crawford's property was removed from the house, it would give him constant opportunity of prosecuting the suit which Alexa had reason to think he intended to resume, and the thought of which had become to her insupportable.

Starting point is 04:57:43 Great was her astonishment when she learned to what the door in the study led, and what a multitude of curious and valuable things were there of whose presence in the house she had never dreamed. She would gladly have had them for herself, and it pained her to the heart to think of the disappointment of the poor ghost when he saw, if he could see, his treasured hoard emptied out of its hidden and safe abode, for even if George should magnanimously protest that he did not care for the things enough to claim them and beg that they might remain where they were,

Starting point is 04:58:17 she could not grant his request for it would be to accept them from him. Had her father left them to her, she would have kept them as carefully as even he could desire, with this difference only, that she would not have shut them up from giving pleasure to others. She was growing to care about the truth, gradually coming to see that much she had taken for a more liberal creed was but the same falsehoods in weaker forms,

Starting point is 04:58:44 less repulsive only to a mind indifferent to the paramount claims of God on his child. She saw something of the falseness and folly of attempting to recommend religion as not so difficult, so exclusive, so full of prohibition as our ancestors believed it. She saw that although Andrew might regard some things as freely given which other thought God forbade, yet he insisted on what was infinitely higher, and more than the abandonment of everything pleasant, the abnegation, namely, of the very self and the reception of God instead. She had hitherto been with all her supposed progress, only a recipient of the traditions of the elders. There must be a deeper something, the real religion. She did not yet see that the will of God

Starting point is 04:59:33 lay in another direction altogether than the heartiest reception of dogma, that God was too great and too generous to care about anything except righteousness, and only wanted us to be good children, that even honesty was but the path toward righteousness, a condition so pure that honesty itself would never more be an object of thought. She pondered much about her father, and would find herself praying for him, careless of what she had been taught. She could not blind herself to what she knew. He had not been a bad man as men count badness, but could she in common sense think him a glorified saint, shining in white robes? The polite, kind old man, her own father, could she, on the other hand, believe him in flames forever? If so, what a religion was that

Starting point is 05:00:23 which required her to believe it, and at the same time to rejoice in the Lord always. She longed for something positive to believe, something into accordance with which she might work her feelings. She was still on the outlook for definite intellectual formulae to hold. Her intercourse with Andrew had as yet failed to open her eyes to the fact that the faith required of us is faith in a person, and not in the truest of statements concerning anything, even concerning him, or to the fact that faith in the living one, the very essence of it, consists of it, and obedience to him. A man can obey before he is sure, and accept he obey the command he knows to be right, wherever it may come from, he will never be sure. To find the truth, man or woman,

Starting point is 05:01:11 must be true. But she much desired another talk with Andrew. Persuading himself that Alexa's former feeling toward him must in her trouble reassert itself, and confident that he would find her loath to part with her father's wonderful collection, George waited the effect of the will. After the reading of it, he had gone away directly, that his presence might not add to the irritation which he concluded, not without reason it must, even in the midst of her sorrow cause in her,

Starting point is 05:01:41 but at the end of a week he wrote, saying that he felt it his duty, if only in gratitude to his friend, to inform himself as to the attention, the valuable things he had left him might require. He assured Alexa that he had done nothing to influence her father in the matter, and much regretted the awkward position in which his will had placed both her and him. At the same time, it was not unnatural that he should wish such precious objects to be possessed

Starting point is 05:02:08 by one who would care for them as he had himself cared for them. He hoped, therefore, that she would allow him access to her father's rooms. He would not, she might, rest assured, intrude himself upon her sorrow, though he would be compelled to ask her before long whether he might hope that her father's wish would have any influence in reviving the favor, which had once been the joy of his life. Alexis saw that if she consented to see him, he would take it as a permission to press his claim, and the idea was not to be born. She wrote him, therefore, a stiff letter telling him the house was at his service, but he must excuse herself. The next morning brought him early to Potlurg.

Starting point is 05:02:50 The cause of his haste was his uneasiness about the chalice. Old Meg opened the door to him, and he followed her straight into the drawing-room. Alexa was there, and far from expecting him. But annoyed at his appearance as she was, she found his manner and behavior less unpleasant than at any time since his return. He was gentle and self-restrained, assuming no familiarity beyond that of a distant relative, and gave the impression of having come against his will, and only from a sense of duty. "'Did you not have my note?' she asked.

Starting point is 05:03:24 He had hoped, he said, to save her the trouble of writing. She handed him her father's bunch of keys and left the room. George went to the Laird's closet, and having spent an hour in it, again sought Alexa. The wonderful watch was in his hand. "'I feel the more pleasure, Alexa,' he said, "'in begging you to accept this trinket that it was the last addition to your dear father's collection, I had myself the good fortune to please him with it a few days before his death. No thank you, George, returned Alexa.

Starting point is 05:03:55 It is a beautiful thing my father showed at me, but I cannot take it. It was more of you than him I thought when I purchased it, Alexa. You know why I could not offer it you. The same reason exists now. I am sorry to force myself on your attention, but... Doddy! cried Alexa. Dottie came running.

Starting point is 05:04:17 Wait a minute, Dottie, I will speak to you presently, said her mistress. George rose. He had laid the watch on the table and seemed to have forgotten it. Please take the watch with you, said Alexa. Certainly if you wish it, he answered. And my father's keys, too, she added. Will you not be kind enough to take charge of them? I would rather not be accountable for anything under them.

Starting point is 05:04:43 No, you must take the keys. "'I cannot help regretting,' said George, "'that your honored father should have thought fit "'to lay this burden of possession upon me.' "'Alexa made no answer. "'I comforted myself with the hope "'that you would feel them as much your own as ever,' "'he resumed in a tone of disappointment and dejection.

Starting point is 05:05:06 "'I did not know of their existence "'before I knew they were never to be mine.' "'Never, Alexa. "'Never.' George walked to the door, but there turned and said, "'By the way, you know that cup your father was so fond of?' "'No.' "'Not that gold cup set with stones?'

Starting point is 05:05:26 "'I saw something in his hands once in bed that might have been a cup. "'It is a thing of great value of pure gold in every stone in it a gem.' "'Indeed,' returned Alexa, with marked indifference. "'Yes, it was the work of the famous Benvenuto Celéle. made for Pope Clement the seventh. For his own communion chalice, your father priced it at three thousand pounds. In his last moments, when his mind was wandering, he fancied at the Holy Grail. He had it in bed with him when he died. That, I know. And it is missing?

Starting point is 05:06:03 Perhaps Doughty could tell us what has become of it? She was with the Laird at the last. Dottie, who had stood aside to let him pass to the open door, looked up with a flash in her eyes, but said nothing. Have you seen the cup, Dotty? asked her mistress. No, ma'am. Do you know it? Very well, ma'am.

Starting point is 05:06:27 Then you don't know what has become of it. No, ma'am, I know nothing about it. Take care, Doddy, said George. This is a matter that we'll have to be searched into. When did you last see it, Dottie? inquired Alexa. the very day my master died, ma'am. He was looking at it, but when he saw, I saw him, he took it inside the bedclothes.

Starting point is 05:06:52 And you have not seen it since? No, ma'am. And you do not know where it is, said George. No, sir, how should I? You never touched it. I cannot say that, sir. I brought it him from his closet he sent me for it. What do you think may have become?

Starting point is 05:07:13 of it?" I don't know, sir. Would you allow me to make a thorough search in the place where it was last seen?" asked George, turning to his cousin. By all means, Doddy go and help Mr. Crawford to look. Please, ma'am, it can't be there. We've had the carpet up and the floor scrubbed. There's not a hole or a corner we haven't been into in that yesterday.

Starting point is 05:07:36 We must find it, said George. It must be in the house." It must, sir, said Doddy. But George more than doubted it. I do believe, he said, the Laird would rather have lost his whole collection. Indeed, sir, I think he would. Then you have talked to him about it? Yes, I have, sir, answered Dottie.

Starting point is 05:07:57 Sorry she had brought out the question. And you know the worth of the thing? Yes, sir, that is, I don't know how much it was worth, but I should say pounds and pounds. Then, Dottie, I must ask you again, where is it? Is it? I know nothing about it, sir. I wish I did. Why do you wish you did? Because, began Dotty, and stopped short. She shrunk from impugning the honesty of the dead man, and in the presence of his daughter. It looks a little fishy, don't it, Doddy? Why not speak straight out? Perhaps you would not mind searching Meg's trunk for me. She may have taken it for a bit

Starting point is 05:08:38 old brass, you know. I will answer for my servants, Mr. Crawford, said Alexa. I will not have old Meg's box searched. It is desirable to get rid of any suspicion, replied George. I have none, returned Alexa. George was silent. I will ask Meg, if you like, sir, said Dotty, but I am sure it will be no use. A servant in this house soon learns not to go by the look of things.

Starting point is 05:09:07 We don't treat anything here as if we knew all about it. When did you see the goblet first? persisted George. Goblet, sir. I thought you were speaking of the gold cup. By goblet, Doddy understood a small iron pot. Goblet or cup or chalice, whatever you like to call it. I ask how you came to know about it. I know very little about it. It is plain you know more than you care to tell.

Starting point is 05:09:33 If you will not answer me, you will have to answer a magistrate. Then I will answer a magistrate, said Dottie, beginning to grow angry. You had better answer me, Dottie. It will be easier for you. What do you know about the cup? I know it was not Masters and it's not yours really and truly. What can have put such a lie in your head? If it be a lie, sir, it is told in plain print. Where? But Dottie judged at time to stop.

Starting point is 05:10:03 She bethought herself that she would not have said so much. had she not been angry. Sir, she answered, you have been asking me questions all this time. I have been answering them. It is your turn to answer me one. If I see proper. Did my old master tell you the history of that cup?

Starting point is 05:10:24 I do not choose to answer the question. Very well, sir. Dottie turned to leave the room. Stop, stop, cried Crawford. I have not done with you yet, my girl. You have not told me what you meant when you said. The cop did. not belong to the Laird.

Starting point is 05:10:38 I do not choose to answer the question, said Dottie. Then you shall answer it to a magistrate. I will, sir, she replied, and stood. Crawford left the room. He rode home in a rage. Dottie went about her work with a bright spot on each cheek, indignant at the man's rudeness, but praying God to take her heart in his hand and cool the fever of it.

Starting point is 05:11:01 The words rose in her mind. It must needs be that a fence come, but woe unto that man by whom they come. She was at once filled with pity for the man who could side with the wrong and want everything his own way, for sooner or later confusion must be his portion. The Lord had said, There is nothing covered that shall not be revealed, neither hid that shall not be known. He needs to be shamed, she said, but he is thy child care for him too. George felt that he had not borne a dignified part, and knew that his last chance with alexion,

Starting point is 05:11:36 was gone. Then he too felt the situation unendurable and set about removing his property. He wrote to Alexa that he could no longer doubted her wish to be rid of the collection and able to use the room. It was desirable also, he said, that a thorough search should be made in those rooms before he placed the matter of the missing cup in the hands of the magistrates. Dottie's last words had sufficed to remove any lingering doubt as to what had become of the chalice. It did not occur to him that one so anchored. to do the justice of restoration would hardly be capable of telling lies, of defiling her soul that a bit of property might be recovered. He took it for granted that she meant to be

Starting point is 05:12:16 liberally rewarded by the Earl. George would have ill understood the distinction Dottie made, that the body of the cup might belong to him but the soul of the cup did belong to another, or her assertion that, where the soul was, there the body ought to be, or her argument that, He, who had the soul, had the right to ransom the body, a reasoning possible to a childlike nature only. She had pondered to find the true law of the case, and this was her conclusion. George suspected, and grew convinced that Alexa was a party to the abstraction of the cup. She had, he said, begun to share in the extravagant notions of a group of pietists, whose leader was the detestable fellow Ingram.

Starting point is 05:12:59 Alexa was attached to Dottie, and Dottie was one of them. He believed Alexa would do anything to spite him. To bring trouble on Dottie would be to punish her mistress, and the pious farmer, too. End of Chapter 30. Chapter 31 of the Elect Lady. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org.

Starting point is 05:13:35 recording by devora allen the elect lady by george macdonald chapter thirty one the prosecution as soon as crawford had his things away from potlurg satisfied the cup was nowhere among them he made a statement of the case to a magistrate he knew and so represented it as the outcome of the hypocrisy of pietism that the magistrate hating everything called fanatical at once granted him a warrant to apprehend Doughty on the charge of theft. It was a terrible shock. Alexa cried out with indignation. Dottie turned white and then red, but uttered never a word. Dottie, said her mistress, tell me what you know about the cup. You do know something that you have not told me.

Starting point is 05:14:26 I do, ma'am, but I will not tell it except I am forced. That you are going to be, my poor girl. I am very sorry, for I am perfectly, sure you have done nothing you know to be wrong. I have done nothing you or anybody would think wrong, ma'am. She put on her Sunday frock and went down to go with the policeman. To her joy, she found her mistress at the door, ready to accompany her. They had two miles or more to walk, but that was nothing to either. Questioned by the magistrate, not unkindly, for her mistress was there, "'Dotty told everything,

Starting point is 05:15:01 "'how first she came upon the likeness in history of the cup, "'and then saw the cup itself in her master's hands. "'Crawford told how the Laird had warned him against Dottie, "'giving him to understand that she had been seized with a passion for the goblet "'such that she would peril her soul to possess it, "'and that he dared not let her know where it was. "'Sir,' said Dottie, "'he could not have distressed me like that,

Starting point is 05:15:26 "'for he gave me his keys, and sent me to fetch the corpse, up when he was o'er ill to gain till it. If that be true, your worship, said Crawford, it does not affect the fact that the cup was in the hands of the old man when I left him and she went to him, and from that moment it has not been seen. Did he have it when you went to him? asked the magistrate. I didn't see it, sir. He was in a kind of faint when I got up.

Starting point is 05:15:52 Crawford said that, hearing a cry, he ran up again, and found the old man at the point of death, with just strength to cry out before he died that Dottie had taken the cup from him. Dottie was leaning over him, but he had not imagined the accusation more than the delirious fancy of a dying man, till it appeared that the cup was not to be found. The magistrate made out Dottie's commitment for trial. He remarked that she might have been misled by a false notion of duty. He had been informed that she belonged to a sect claiming the right to think for themselves

Starting point is 05:16:25 on the profoundest mysteries, and here was the result. There was not a man in Scotland less capable of knowing what any woman was thinking, or more incapable of doubting his own insight. Doubtless, he went on, she had superstitiously regarded the cup as exercising a satanic influence on the mind of her master. But even if she confessed it now, he must make an example of one whose fanaticism would set wrong right after the notions of an illiterate sect, and not according to the laws of the land.

Starting point is 05:16:56 He must send the case to be tried by a jury. If she convinced the twelve men composing that jury of the innocence she protested, she would then be a free woman. Doughty stood very white all the time he was speaking, and her lips every now and then quivered as if she were going to cry, but she did not. Alexa offered bail, but his worship would not accept it. His righteous soul was too indignant. She went to Dotty and kissed her, and together they followed the policeman to the door,

Starting point is 05:17:26 where Doddy was to get into a spring cart with him and be driven to the county town, there to lie waiting the assizes. The bad news had spread so fast that as they came out, up came Andrew. At sight of him, Doddy gently laughed, like a pleased child. The policeman, who, like many present, had been prejudiced by her looks in her favor, dropped behind, and she walked between her mistress and her husband. Andrew to the cart. Doughty, said Andrew.

Starting point is 05:17:55 Oh, Andrew, has God forgotten me? She returned, stopping short. For God to forget, answered Andrew, would be not to be God any longer. But here I am on my road till a prison, Andrew. I didn't think he would have letting them do it. A bear might just as well say, when its nurse lays it into its cradle and says, No lie still. Mammy, I didn't think he would have letting her do it.

Starting point is 05:18:21 "'He's all about you and in you, Daughty, "'and this has come to you just to let you ken it he is. "'He raised you up just to spin his glory upon. "'I say, Daughty, did Jesus Christ deserve what he got? "'No, I bet, Andrew. "'What for should you spear sick a thing? "'Then do you think God have forgotten him? "'Maybe he thought it just for a minute.

Starting point is 05:18:44 "'Well, ye had thought just for a minute, "'and ye man think it in a mare. "'But God could not forget him, "'Anru, he got it all for doing his will. "'Evil may come upon us from other causes than doing the will of God, "'but from whatever cause it comes, "'the thing we have to see to is, "'that through it all we do the will of God.

Starting point is 05:19:05 "'What's his will know, Andrew?' "'That you take it quietly. "'Shall not the father do with his own child what he will. "'Can he not shift it for the te-arm to the tither, "'but the bairn-mong-gern? "'He has ye, daughter. It's all right.' "'Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him,' said Dotty. She raised her head. The color had come back to her face. Her lips had ceased to tremble.

Starting point is 05:19:31 She stepped on steadily to wear, a few yards from the door. The spring cart was waiting her. She bade her mistress good-bye, then turned to Andrew and said, "'Good-bye, Andrew. I am not afraid.' "'I'm going with you, Dottie,' said Andrew. "'No, sir, you can't do that,' said the police. "'At least you can't go in the trap.' "'No, no, Andrew,' cried Dottie. "'I would rather go alone. I'm quite happy now.

Starting point is 05:19:58 "'God will do with me as he pleases.' "'I am going with you,' said Alexa, "'if the policeman will let me.' "'Oh, yes, ma'am. A lady's different. "'I've got to account for the prisoner you see, sir.' "'I don't think you should, ma'am,' said Dottie. "'It's a long way.' "'I am going,' returned her mistress decisively.

Starting point is 05:20:18 "'God bless you, ma'am,' said Anne. Andrew. Alexa had heard what he said to Dottie. A new light had broken upon her. God is like that, is he? She said to herself. You can go close up to him whenever you like. End of Chapter 31. Chapter 32 of the Elect Lady. This is a Librovox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more informational to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Recording by Michelle Eaton. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald. Chapter 32

Starting point is 05:21:04 A talk at Potlurg. It would be three weeks before the assizes came. The house of Potlurg was searched by the police from Garrett to cellar. But in vain, the cup was not found. As soon as they gave up searching, Alexa had the old door of the Laird's closet, discernible, enough on the inside, reopened and the room cleaned. Almost unfurnished as it was, she made of it her sitting parlour, but often her work or her book would lie on her lap, and she would find herself praying for the dear father, for whom she could do nothing else now, but for whom she might

Starting point is 05:21:45 have done so much had she been like doughty. Her servant had cared for her father more than she. as she sat there one morning alone brooding a little thinking a little reading a little and praying through it all meg appeared and said master andrew wanted to see her he had called more than once to inquire after doughty but had not before asked to see her mistress alexa felt herself unaccountably agitated when he walked into the room however she was able to receive him quietly he came he said to ask when she had seen doughty he would have gone himself to see her but his father was ailing and he had double work to do besides she did not seem willing to see him alexa told him she had been with her the day before and had found her a little pale and she feared rather troubled in her mind she said she would trust god to the last but confessed herself assailed by her little pale she feared rather troubled in her mind she said she would trust god to the last but confessed herself assailed by doubts. I said to her, continued Alexa, Be sure, Doughty, God will make your innocence known one day. She answered, of course, ma'am, there is nothing hidden that shall not be known, but I am not impatient about that. The Jews to this day think Jesus an imposter.

Starting point is 05:23:12 But surely, said I, you care that people should understand you are no thief, Doughty. Yes, I do, she answered. All I say is, that it is, that it is, that it is, does not trouble me. I want only to be downright sure that God is looking after me all the time. I am willing to sit in prison till I die if he pleases. God can't please that, I said. If he does not care to take me out, I do not care to go out, said Daughty. It's not that I'm good, it's only that I don't care for anything he doesn't care for. What would it be that all men acquitted me if God did not. trouble himself about his children. You see, ma'am, it comes to this, said Andrew. It is God

Starting point is 05:23:59 Daughty cares about, not herself. If God is all right, Daughty is all right. The if sometimes takes one shape, sometimes another, but the fear is the same, and the very fear is faith. Sometimes the fear is that there may be no God, and that you might call a fear for herself. But when When Daughty fears less God should not be caring for her, that is a fear for God. For if God did not care for his creature, he would be no true God. Then he could not exist. True. And so you are back on the other fear.

Starting point is 05:24:40 What would you have said to her, Mr Ingram? I would have reminded her that Jesus was perfectly content with his father, that he knew what was coming on himself, and never doubted him. him, just gloried that his father was what he knew him to be. I see, but what did you mean when you said that Daughty's very fear was faith? Think, ma'am, people that only care to be saved, that is, not to be punished for their sins, are anxious only about themselves, not about God and his glory at all. They talk about the glory of God, but they make it consist in pure selfishness. them, he seeks everything for himself, which is dead against the truth of God. A diabolical slander

Starting point is 05:25:29 of God. It does not trouble them to believe such things about God. They do not even desire that God should not be like that. They only want to escape him. They dare not say God will not do this or that, however clear it be, that it would not be fair. They are in terror of contradicting the Bible. more of the Bible than of God, and so fail to find the truth of the Bible, and accept things concerning God, which are not in the Bible, and are the greatest of insults to him. Doughty never thinks about saving her soul. She has no fear about her soul. She is only anxious about God and his glory. How the doubts come. God knows, but if she does not love God, they will not be there. says God will speedily avenge his elect, those that cry day and night to him, which I take to

Starting point is 05:26:29 mean that he will soon save them from all such miseries. Free Daughty from unsureness about God, and she has no fear left. All is well in the prison or on the throne of God, if he only be what she thinks he is. If anyone say that doubt cannot coexist with faith, I answer it can with love. the greater of the two. Ye is the very heart of faith itself. God's children are not yet God's men and women. The God that many people believe in,

Starting point is 05:27:03 claiming to be the religious because they believe in him, is a God not worth believing in. A God that ought not to be believed in. The life given by such a God would be a life not worth living. Even if he made his votaries as happy as they would choose,

Starting point is 05:27:22 used to be. A God like that could not make a woman like Doughty anxious about him. If God be not each as Jesus, what good would the proving of her innocence be to Doughty? A mighty thing indeed that the world should confess she was not a thief. But to know that there is a perfect God, one for us to love with all the power of love, of which we feel we are capable, is worth going out of existence for, while to know that God himself must make every throb of consciousness a divine ecstasy. Andrew's heart was full, and out of its fullness he spoke. Never before had he been able in the presence of Alexa to speak as he felt. Never before had he had any impulse to speak as now. As soon would he have gone to sow seed on a bare rock, as words of spirit and life in her.

Starting point is 05:28:19 her ears. I am beginning to understand you, she said. Will you forgive me? I have been very self-confident and conceited. What a mercy things are not as I thought they were, thought they ought to be. And the glory of God shall cover the earth as the waters cover the sea, said Andrew. And men's heart shall be full of bliss, because they have found their father, and he is what he is and they are going home to him. He rose. You will come and see me again soon, will you not? She said. As often as you please, ma'am, I am your servant. Then come tomorrow. He went on the morrow and the next day and the day after, almost every day while Daughty was waiting her trial. Almost every morning Alexa went by train to see Daughty and the news she brought, Andrew would carry to

Starting point is 05:29:16 the girl's parents. Doughty continued unwilling to see Andrew. He had had trouble enough with her already, she said, but Andrew could not quite understand her refusal. End of Chapter 32. Chapter 33 of the elect lady. This is a Libervox recording. All Libervox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visitlibrovox.org. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald Chapter 33 A Great Offering Two days before the assize

Starting point is 05:30:02 Andrew was with Alexa in her parlor It was a cool autumn evening And she proposed they should go on the heath Which came close up to the back of the house When they reached the top of the hill A cold wind was blowing And Andrew, full of care for old and young Man and woman, made Alexa draw her shawl

Starting point is 05:30:18 closer about her throat Where, with his rough plowman hands He pinned it for her She saw, felt, and noted his hands, a pitying admiration of which only the pity was foolish, woken her. And ere she knew she was looking up in his face with such a light in her eyes that Andrew found himself embarrassed and let his fall. Moved by that sense of class superiority, which has no place in the kingdom of heaven, she attributed his modesty to self-depreciation, and the conviction rose in her, which has often risen in such as she, that there is a magnanimity

Starting point is 05:30:51 demanding the sacrifice, not merely of conventional dignity, but of conventional propriety. She felt that a great lady, to be more than great, must stoop, that it was her part to make the approach, which, between equals, was the part of the man. The patroness must do what the woman might not. This man was worthy of any woman, and he should not, because of the humility that dared not presume, fail of what he deserved. Andrew, she said. I am going to do an unusual thing, but you are not like other men, and will not misunderstand.

Starting point is 05:31:27 I know you now, know you as far above other men as the clouds are above this heath. Oh, no, no, ma'am, protested Andrew. Hear me out, Andrew, she interrupted. Then paused a little. Tell me, she resumed. "'Ought we not to love best the best we know?' "'Surely, ma'am,' he answered, "'uncomfortable, but not anticipating what was on the way.'

Starting point is 05:31:54 "'Andrew, you are the best I know. "'I have said it. "'I do not care what the world thinks. "'You are more to me than all the worlds. "'If you will take me, I am yours.' "'She looked him in the face with the feeling that she had done a brave "'and a right thing.' Andrew stood stock still.

Starting point is 05:32:14 "'Me, ma'am?' he gasped and grew pale, then red as a foggy sun, but he made scarcely a moment's pause. "'It's a godlike thing you've done, ma'am,' he said. "'But I cannot make the return it deserves. From the heart of my heart, I thank you. I can say no more.' His voice trembled, she heard a stifled sob. He had turned away to conceal his emotion.

Starting point is 05:32:42 And now came the greatness and deed to the front. Instead of drawing herself up with the bitter pride of a woman whose best is scorned, Alexa behaved divinely. She went close to Andrew, laid her hand on his arm, and said, "'Forgive me, Andrew. I made a mistake. I had no right to make it. Do not be grieved. I beg you, you are no wise to blame. Let us continue, friends.'

Starting point is 05:33:08 "'Thank you, ma'am,' said Andrew, in tone of deepest gratitude, and neither said a word more. They walked side by side back to the house. Said Alexa to herself, I have at least been refused by a man worthy of the honor I did him. I made no mistake in him. When they reached the door, she stopped. Andrew took off his hat and said, holding it in his hand as he spoke,

Starting point is 05:33:35 Good night, ma'am, you will send for me if you want me? I will. "'Good night,' said Alexa, and went in with a strange weight on her heart. Shut in her room, she wept sorely, but not bitterly. And the next day, old Meg, at least, saw no change in her, said Andrew to himself, "'I will be her servant always.' He was humbled, not uplifted. End of Chapter 33.

Starting point is 05:34:13 Chapter 34 of the Elect Lady. This is a Librevox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Devorah Allen The Elect Lady by George MacDonald Chapter 34 Another Offering

Starting point is 05:34:36 The next evening that before the trial Andrew presented himself at the prison and was admitted. Dottie came to meet him, held out her hand, and said, Thank you, Andrew. How are you, Dottie? Well enough, Andrew. God is with us, Dottie. Are you sure, Andrew? Dottie, I cannot see God's eyes looking at me, but I am ready to do what he wants me to do, and so I feel he is with me. Oh, Andrew, I wish I could be sure. Let us take the risk together, Dottie. What risk, Andrew? The risk that makes you not sure, Dottie.

Starting point is 05:35:18 The risk that is at once the worst and the least. The risk that our hope should be in vain and there is no God. But Daughty, there is that in my heart that cries Christ did die and did rise again, and God is doing his best. His perfect love is our perfect safety. It is hard upon him that his own children will not trust him. If he would but show himself! The sight of him now would make us believe in him without knowing him.

Starting point is 05:35:48 And what kind of faith would that be for him or for us? We should be bad children, taking him for a weak parent. We must know him. When we do, there will be no fear, no doubt. We shall run straight home. Dottie, shall we go together? Yes, surely, Andrew. God knows I try.

Starting point is 05:36:08 I'm ready to do whatever you tell me, Andrew. No, Dottie, you must never do what I tell you except you think it right. Yes, I know that. but I am sure I should think it right. We've been of one mind for a long time now, Dotty. Sin long afore I had any mind of my ain, responded, Doughty, turning to her vernacular. Then let us be of one heart, too, Dottie. She was so accustomed to hear Andrew speak in figures

Starting point is 05:36:36 that sometimes she looked through and beyond his words. She did so now, and seeing nothing, stood perplexed. "'Wun'er ye, Dottie,' said Andrew, holding out his hands. "'I dinna freely understand ye, Andrew.' "'You heavenly idiot!' cried Andrew. "'Will you be my wife, or will you know?' "'Dotty threw her shapely arms above her head. Straight up, her head fell back, and she seemed to gaze into the unseen.

Starting point is 05:37:05 Then she gave a gasp, her arms dropped to her sides, and she would have fallen had not Andrew taken her. Andrew, Andrew, she sighed, and was still in his arms. Willna ye, Doughty, he whispered. Wait, she murmured. Wait. I will not wait, Doughty. Wait till you hear what they'll say the morn.

Starting point is 05:37:28 Doughty, I'm ashamed, do you? What care I and what dare ye care what they say? Are you not the Lord's clean, Yowie? Can ye care for what any man thinks of you but the Lord himself, you're not all his? "'Can ye care for what I think of you, "'either like nor what he thinks, "'you're not so his as I'm on hay ye

Starting point is 05:37:47 "'a for we part company, "'which please God will be on the other side of eternity.' "'But Andrew, it would not do to say "'your father's son that he took his wife through the jail. "'Deed, they say nothing either. "'What other came I for? "'Would you have me ashamed of one of God's elect? "'A lady of the Lord's ain court.

Starting point is 05:38:07 "'Eh, but I'm feared it's all the compassion of your heart, sir. "'You would fain make up to me for the disgrace. "'You could we'll do wanton me.' "'I will not say,' returned Andrew, "'that I could not live want ye. "'For that would be to say I was not worth offering ye, "'and it would be to deny him it made you and me for one another. "'But I would have a som sear time.

Starting point is 05:38:31 "'I'll just speak to the minister to be ready "'the minute the Lord opens your prison door.' "'The same moment in came the governor with his wife. "'They were much interested in Doughty. "'Sir and ma'am,' said Andrew. "'Will you please witness that this woman is my wife?' "'It's Mr. Andrew Ingram of the Nau,' said Dottie. "'He wants me to marry him.'

Starting point is 05:38:51 "'I want her to go before the court as my wife,' said Andrew. "'She would have me wait till the jury said this or that. "'The jury give me my wife, as if I didn't know her.' "'You won't have him, I see,' said Mrs. Innes, turning to Dottie. "'Have him!' cried Dottie. "'I would have him gind their word but to hear to him. "'Then you are husband and wife,' said the governor. "'Only you should have the thing done properly by the minister, afterward.'

Starting point is 05:39:18 "'I'll see to that, sir,' answered Andrew. "'Come, wife,' said the governor. "'We must let them have a few minutes alone together.' "'There,' said Andrew, when the door closed, "'ye had my wife know, Dottie. "'Let them acquit ye or condemn ye. "'It's you and me know whatever come.' "'Dotty broke into a flood of tears,

Starting point is 05:39:38 "'an experience all but new to her. and found it did her good. She smiled as she wiped her eyes and said, "'Weel, Anru, "'gin the Lord has not appeared in his ain likeness to deliver me. "'He's done the next best thing.' "'Dotty,' answered Andrew, "'the Lord never does the next best thing.

Starting point is 05:39:58 "'The thing he does is always better than the thing he does not.' "'Let me think, and I'll try to understand,' said Dottie. "'But Andrew went on. "'The best thing, when a body's not ready for it, Would be the worst to give him. Or anigate, not the thing for the father-a-lates to give. Short-bred might be worth for a half-hungered bear, not a stern. But the minute it's fit we should look upon the face of the son of man,

Starting point is 05:40:23 or ain't God-born brother. We'll see him, Dotty. We'll see him. Heart cannot think what it'll be like. I know, Dotty. Will you tell me what for you wouldn't have me come and see ye afore? I will, Aneru. I was nays sooner left to my cell in the prison then I found myself thinking about you. You first, not the Lord. I said to myself,

Starting point is 05:40:47 this is awful. I'm leaning upon Andrew, and not upon the first and the last. I saw that that was to break away for him that was nearest me, and trust one that was farther away, which was not in the holy reason of things. So I said to myself, I would meet my fate with the Lord alone, and wouldn't it how you come between him and me? No you have it, Andrew. Andrew took her in his arms and said, Thank you, Dottie. Hey, but I am content, and she thought she had no faith.

Starting point is 05:41:17 Good night, Dottie. You mon gain to your bed, and gross stout and heart for the morn. End of Chapter 34. Chapter 35 of the Elect Lady. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer,

Starting point is 05:41:41 please visit Librevox.org. recording by Devorah Allen The Elect Lady by George MacDonald Chapter 35 After the verdict Through the governor of the jail Andrew obtained permission to stand near the prisoner at the trial

Starting point is 05:41:59 The counsel for the prosecution did all he could and the counsel for the defense, not much At least Dottie's friends thought so And the judge summed up with the greatest impartiality Dottie's simplicity and calmness, her confidence devoid of self-assertion, had its influence on the jury, and they gave the uncomfortable verdict of not proven, so that Dottie was discharged. Alexa had a carriage ready to take her home. As Dottie went to it, she whispered to her husband,

Starting point is 05:42:33 You have to take me want a character, Andrew? Jesus went home without a character and was well received, said Andrew with a smile. "'You'll be over tonight to see the old folk?' "'Yes, Andrew, I'm sure the mistress will let me.' "'Don't say a word to her of our marriage, "'except she has heard and mentions it. "'I want to tell her myself. "'You will find me at the Croft when you come,

Starting point is 05:42:57 "'and I will go back with you.' "'In the evening, Doddy came, "'and brought the message that her mistress would like to see him. "'When he entered the room, Alexa rose to meet him. "'He stopped short. "'I thank you, ma'am,' he said, "'for your great kindness to Dottie. "'We were married in the prison.

Starting point is 05:43:15 "'She is my wife now.' "'Married? Your wife!' echoed Alexa, flushing, "'and drawing back a step. "'I had loved her long, ma'am. "'And when trouble came to her, "'the time came for me to stand by her side. "'You had not spoken to her then, "'till—not till last night.

Starting point is 05:43:35 "'I said before the governor of the prison "'and Mrs. Innes that we were husband and wife. "'If you please, ma'am. we shall have the proper ceremony as soon as possible. I wish I had known, said Alexa, almost to herself with a troubled smile. I wish you had, ma'am, responded Andrew. She raised her face with a look of confidence.

Starting point is 05:43:58 Will you please to forget, Andrew? Nobility had carried the day. She had not one mean thought, either of him or the girl. To forget is not in man's power, ma'am. But I shall never think a thought, you would wish, unthought. She held out her hand to him. They were friends forever. "'Will you be married here, Andrew? The house is at your service,' she said. "'Don't you think it ought to be at her father's, ma'am?'

Starting point is 05:44:25 "'You are right,' said Alexa, and she sat down. Andrew stood in silence, for he saw she was meditating something. At length she raised her head and spoke. "'You have been compelled to take the step sooner than you intended.' Have you not? Yes, ma'am. Then you can hardly be so well prepared as you would like to be. We shall manage. It will hardly be convenient for your mother, I fear.

Starting point is 05:44:53 You have nowhere else to take her, have you? No, ma'am. But my mother loves us both. And, he added simply, Where there's room for me, there's room for her now. Would you mind if I asked you how your parents take it? They don't say much. You see, ma'am, we are all.

Starting point is 05:45:11 All proud until we learn that we have one master, and we are all brethren. But they will soon get over it. When I see a man lifting up those that are beneath him, not pulling down those that are above him, I will believe in his communism. Those who most resent being looked down upon are in general the readiest to look down upon others. It is not principle, it is not truth, it is themselves they regard. Of all false divinities, self is the most divinities, self is the most.

Starting point is 05:45:41 most illogical. If God had been the mighty monarch they represent him, continued Andrew, he would never have let us come near him. Did you hear Mr. Rackstraw's sermon on the condescension of God? asked Alexa. The condescension of God, ma'am. There is no such thing. God never condescended with one jove-like nod all his mighty eternal life. God condescend to his children. Their spirits born of his spirit. Their heart. the children of his heart? No, ma'am. There never was a falser, uglier word in any lying sermon.

Starting point is 05:46:19 His eyes flashed and his face shone. Alexa thought she had never seen him look so grand. I see, she answered. I will never use the word about God again. Thank you, ma'am. Why should you thank me? I beg your pardon. I had no right to thank you. But I am so tried with the wicked things said about God by people who think they are speaking to his pleasure and not in his despite, that I am apt to talk foolishly. I don't wonder at God's patience with the wicked, but I do wonder at his patience with the pious. They don't know any better. How are they to know better while they are so sure about everything? I would infinitely rather believe in no God at all than in such a God as they would have me believe in. Oh, but Andrew, I had not a glimmer of what

Starting point is 05:47:08 you meant, of what you really objected to, or what you loved. Now I cannot even recall what it was I did not like in your teaching. I think it was that, instead of listening to know what you meant, I was always thinking how to oppose you, or trying to find out by what name you were to be called. One time I thought you were an Armenian, another time a Sassinian, then a Swedenborgian, then an Aryan, I read a history of the sects of the Middle Ages, just to see where I could set you down. I told people you did not believe this and did not believe that, when I knew neither what you believed nor what you did not believe. I thought I did, but it was all mistake and imagination. When you would not discuss things with me, I thought you were afraid of losing the argument. Now I see that, instead of disputing about opinions,

Starting point is 05:47:58 I should have been saying, God be merciful to me a sinner. God be praised, said Anne. "'Man, you are a free woman. The father has called you, and you have said here I am.' "'I hope so, Andrew. Thanks to God by you.' "'But I am forgetting what I wanted to say. Would it not be better, after you were married, I mean, to let Dottie stay with me a while?' "'I will promise you not to work her too hard,' she added with a little laugh. "'I see, ma'am. It is just like you. You want people to know that you believe in her.' Yes, but I want also to do what I can to keep such good tenants.

Starting point is 05:48:39 Therefore, I must add a room or two to your house that there may be good accommodation for you all. You make thanks impossible, ma'am. I will speak to Dottie about it. I know she will be glad not to leave you. I will take care not to trouble the house. You shall do just as Doughty and you please. Where Doughty is, there will be room for you. Already Alexa's pain had grown quite bearable.

Starting point is 05:49:03 Dottie needed no persuading. She was so rich in the possession of Andrew that she could go a hundred years without seeing him, she said. It was only that he would come and see her instead of her going to see him. In ten days they were married at her father's cottage. Her father and mother then accompanied her and Andrew to the now to dine with Andrew's father and mother.

Starting point is 05:49:27 In the evening the new pair went out for a walk in the old fields. It seems, Dottie, as if God was here, said Andrew. I would fain see him, Andrew. I would rather you went out than God. Suppose he was nowhere, Daughty. If God were not in you, ye would not be what you are to your ignorant doughty, Andrew. She needs her father in heaven, sarin'er her, Andrew. But I'm saying things so true it's just silly to say them. Eh, it's like heaven itself to be out of that prison and walking about were you. God has given me all thing. Just all thing, Andrew. God was with you in the prison, Dotty. Aye. But I like better to be with him here. And you may be sure he likes better to have you

Starting point is 05:50:15 here, rejoined Andrew. End of Chapter 35. Chapter 36 of The Elect Lady. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Joanna Michael Hoyt. The Elect Lady by George MacDonald Chapter 36. Again the Goblet The next day Alexis set Dottie to search the house yet again for the missing goblet. It must be somewhere, she said.

Starting point is 05:50:55 We are beset with an absolute contradiction. The thing can't be in the house, and it must be in the house. If we do find it, returned Dottie. Fockel say they might could hide, could we, seek i salute nege wanton you mem the study was bare of books and the empty shelves gave no hint of concealment they stood in its dreariness looking vaguely round them did it ever come to you ma'am said dotty that a minute or twas passed between mr crawford come and doing the stair wi you and me gayin up to the maister when i gait into the room he lay pantin in the bed but as i brooded to pa ilka thing alain in the prison he come afore me there the bed as he and he had got nudot and hid in a wad the cup, and was just gotten in tilt again, the same moment I come in. The tiring people will do strange things, rejoined her mistress, but it brings us no nearer the

Starting point is 05:51:46 cup. The surer we are the better we'll seek, said Dotty. They began and went over the room thoroughly, looking everywhere they could think of. They had all but given it up to go on elsewhere, when Dotty, standing again in the middle and looking about in a sort of unconscious hopelessness, found her eyes on the mantel-shelf. and went and laid her hand upon it it was of wood and she fancied it a little loose but she could not move it when andrew comes we'll get him to examine it said alexa he came in the evening and alexa told him what they had been doing she begged him to get tools and see whether there was not a space under the mantel-shelf but Andrew, accustomed to ponder contrivances with Sandy, would have a good look at it first. He came presently upon a clever little spring, pressing which he could lift the shelf. There under it, sure enough, in rich response to the candle he held, flashed the gems of the

Starting point is 05:52:41 curiously wrought chalice of gold. Alexa gave a cry. Andrew drew a deep breath. Dottie laughed like a child. How they gazed on it, passed it from one to the other, poured over the gems, and over the raised work that enclosed them, I need not tell. They began to talk about what was to be done with it. We will send it to the Earl, said Alexa. No, said Andrew. That would be to make ourselves judges in the case. Your father must have paid money for it.

Starting point is 05:53:12 He gave it to Mr. Crawford, and Mr. Crawford must not be robbed. Stop, Andrew, said Alexa. Everything in the next room was left to my cousin, with the library and this, whatever else was left him was individually described. The cup was not in the next room and was not mentioned. Providence has left us to do with it as we may judge right. I think it ought to be taken to Borland Hall, and by Dottie. Well, she will mention that your father bought it. I will not take a shilling for it.

Starting point is 05:53:43 Is not that because you are not quite sure you have the right to dispose of it? I would not take the price of it if my father had left the cup expressly to me. had he done so you would have a right to what he paid for it to give the earl the choice of securing it would be a service rendered him if he were too poor to buy it the thing would have to be considered nothing could make me touch money for it george would never doubt we had concealed it in order to trick him out of it he will think so all the same it will satisfy him and not a few beside that dotty ought to have been convicted the thing is certainly mr crawfords that is his as not yours your father undoubtedly meant him to have the cup and god would not have you even to serve the right take advantage of an accident whatever ought to be done with the cup mr crawford ought to do it it is his business to do right in regard to it and whatever advantage may be gained by doing right mr crawford ought to have the chance of gaining it would you deprive him of the opportunity to which at least he has a right of doing justice and delivering his soul you would have us tell the earl that his cup is found but mr crawford claims it said alexa andrew would have us take it to mr crawford said dotty and tell him that the earl has a claim to it tell him also said andrew where it was found showing he has no legal right to it and tell him he has no more moral right to it than the laird could give him tell him ma'am continued andrew that you expect him to take it to the earl that he may buy it if he will

Starting point is 05:55:20 and say that if after a fortnight you find it is not in the earl's possession you will yourself ascertain from him whether the offer has been made him that is just right said alexa and so the thing was done The cup is now in the Earl's collection, and without any further interference on her part. A few days after she and Dottie carried the cup to Crawford, a parcel arrived at Pottlerg, containing a beautiful silver case, and inside the case the jewelled watch, with a letter from George, begging Alexa to accept his present, and assuring her of his conviction that the moment he annoyed her with any further petition, she would return it.

Starting point is 05:55:57 He expressed his regret that he had brought such suffering upon Dottie, and said he was ready to make whatever amends her husband might think fit. Alexa accepted the watch and wore it. She thought her father would like her to do so. End of Chapter 36. Chapter 37 of the Elect Lady. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 05:56:26 For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Recording by Devorah Allen. The Elect Lady. by George MacDonald Chapter 37 The Hour Before Dawn The Friendship of the Three was never broken I will not say that as she lay awake in the dark

Starting point is 05:56:49 The eyes of Alexa never renewed the tears of that autumn night On which she turned her back upon the pride of self But her tears were never those of bitterness, Of self-scorn, or of self-pity If I am to be pitied, she would say to herself, let the Lord pity me. I am not ashamed and will not be sorry. I have nothing to resent. No one has wronged me. Andrew died in middle age. His wife said the master wanted him for something nobody else could do, or else he would not have taken him from her. She wept and took comfort, for she lived in expectation.

Starting point is 05:57:31 One night, when she and Alexa were sitting together at Potlurg, about a month after her, his burial, speaking of many things with the freedom of a long and tried love. Alexa said, after a pause of some duration, Were you not very angry with me then, Doughty? When, ma'am? When Andrew told you? Told me what, ma'am? I must be stupid tonight, for I can't think what you mean.

Starting point is 05:57:58 When he told you I wanted him, not knowing he was yours. I can nath know what you're meantin'at, ma'am, persisted Doughty, in a tone of bewilderment. Oh, I thought you had no secrets from one another. I don't know that we ever had, except things in his books that he said were God's secrets, which I should understand someday, for God was telling them as fast as he could get his children to understand them.

Starting point is 05:58:25 I see, sighed Alexa. You were a maid for each other. But this is my secret, and I have the right to tell it. He kept it for me to tell you. I thought all the time you knew it. I don't want to know anything Andrew would not tell me. He thought it was my secret, you see, not his, and that was why he did not tell you.

Starting point is 05:58:48 Of course, ma'am. Andrew always did what was right. Well, then, Dottie. I offered to be his wife if he would have me. And what did he say? asked Dottie, with the composure of one listening to a story learned from a book. He told me he couldn't. But I'm not sure what he said.

Starting point is 05:59:08 The words went away. When was it he asked you? said Doughty, sunk in thought. The night but one before the trial, answered Alexa. He might detain you then instead of me, a lady in awe. Oh, ma'am, do you think he took me because I was in trouble? He might have been lared himself. Dottie, Dottie, cried Alexa. If you think that would have wasted,

Starting point is 05:59:33 with Andrew, I ought to have been his wife, for I know him better than you." Doddy smiled at that. "'But I do know, ma'am,' she said, "'that Andrew was fit to cast the Lairdship frame to comfort any poor lassie. I would have loved him all the same. "'As I have done, Doddy,' said Alexa solemnly. "'But he wouldn't have thrown me away for you if he hadn't loved you, Dottie. Be sure of that.

Starting point is 05:59:58 He might have made nothing of the Lairdship, but he wouldn't have made nothing of me.' That's true, mem, I dinah dote it. I love him still, and you mustn't mind me saying it, Dottie. There are ways of loving that are good, though there be some pain in them. Thank God we have our children to look after. You will let me say our children, won't you, Dottie? Some thought Alexa hard, some thought her cold,

Starting point is 06:00:27 but the few that knew her knew she was neither. And some of my friends will grant that such a friend as Andrew was better than such a husband as George. End of Chapter 37 End of The Elect Lady by George MacDonald.

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