But the question which most agitated4 him was his relations with the girl, Fanny Dodge5. He realized that recently he had approached the verge6 of an emotional crisis. If Mrs. Black whom he had at the time fairly cursed in his heart, in spite of his profession, had not appeared with her notice of dinner, he would be in a most unpleasant predicament. Only the girl's innate7 good sense could have served as a refuge, and he reflected with the utmost tenderness that he might confidently rely upon that. He was almost sure that the poor girl loved him. He was quite sure that he loved her. But he was also sure, with a strong sense of pride in her, that she would have refused him, not on mercenary grounds, for Fanny he knew would have shared a crust and hovel with the man she loved; but Fanny would love the man too well to consent to the crust and the hovel, on his own account. She would not have said in so many words, “What! marry you, a minister so poor that a begging fair has to be held to pay his salary?” She would have not refused him her love and sympathy, but she would have let him down so gently from the high prospect9 of matrimony that he would have suffered no jolt10.
Elliot was a good fellow. It was on the girl's account that he suffered. He suffered, as a matter of course. He wanted Fanny badly, but he realized himself something of a cad. He discounted his own suffering; perhaps, as he told himself with sudden suspicion of self-conceit, he overestimated11 hers. Still, he was sure that the girl would suffer more than he wished. He blamed himself immeasurably. He tried to construct air castles which would not fall, even before the impact of his own thoughts, in which he could marry this girl and live with her happily ever after, but the man had too much common sense. He did not for a moment now consider the possibility of stepping, without influence, into a fat pastorate. He was sure that he could count confidently upon nothing better than this.
The next morning he looked about his room wearily, and a plan which he had often considered grew upon him. He got the keys of the unoccupied parsonage next door, from Mrs. Black, and went over the house after breakfast. It was rather a spacious13 house, old, but in tolerable preservation14. There was a southeast room of one story in height, obviously an architectural afterthought, which immediately appealed to him. It was practically empty except for charming possibilities, but it contained a few essentials, and probably the former incumbent16 had used it as a study. There was a wood stove, a standing17 desk fixed18 to the wall, some shelves, an old table, and a couple of armchairs. Wesley at once resolved to carry out his plan. He would move his small store of books from his bedroom at Mrs. Black's, arrange them on the shelves, and set up his study there. He was reasonably sure of obtaining wood enough for a fire to heat the room when the weather was cold.
He returned and told Mrs. Black, who agreed with him that the plan was a good one. “A minister ought to have his study,” said she, “and of course the parsonage is at your disposal. The parish can't rent it. That room used to be the study, and you will have offers of all the wood you want to heat it. There's plenty of cut wood that folks are glad to donate. They've always sent loads of wood to heat the minister's study. Maybe they thought they'd stand less chance of hell fire if they heated up the gospel in this life.”
“Then I'll move my books and writing materials right over there,” said Elliot with a most boyish glee.
Mrs. Black nodded approvingly. “So I would.” She hesitated a moment, then she spoke19 again. “I was just a little bit doubtful about taking that young woman in yesterday,” said she.
Elliot regarded her curiously20. “Then you never had met her before?”
“No, she just landed here with her trunk. The garage man brought her, and she said he told her I took boarders, and she asked me to take her. I don't know but I was kind of weak to give in, but the poor little thing looked sort of nice, and her manners were pretty, so I took her. I thought I would ask you how you felt about it this morning, but there ain't any reason to, perhaps, for she ain't going to stay here very long, anyway. She says she's going to buy the old Bolton place and have it fixed up and settle down there as soon as she can. She told me after you had gone out. She's gone now to look at it. Mr. Whittle21 was going to meet her there. Queer, ain't it?”
“It does look extraordinary, rather,” agreed Elliot, “but Miss Orr may be older than she looks.”
“Oh, she ain't old, but she's of age. She told me that, and I guess she's got plenty of money.”
“Well,” said Elliot, “that is rather a fine old place. She may be connected with the Bolton family.”
“That's exactly what I think, and if she was she wouldn't mention it, of course. I think she's getting the house in some sort of a business way. Andrew Bolton may have died in prison by this time, and she may be an heir. I think she is going to be married and have the house fixed up to live in.”
“That sounds very probable.”
“Yes, it does; but what gets me is her buying that fair. I own I felt a little scared, and wondered if she had all her buttons, but when she told me about the house I knew of course she could use the things for furnishing, all except the cake and candy, and I suppose if she's got a lot of money she thought she'd like to buy to help. I feel glad she's coming. She may be a real help in the church. Now don't color up. Ministers have to take help. It's part of their discipline.”
Sometimes Mrs. Solomon Black said a wise and consoling thing. Elliot, moving his effects to the old parsonage, considered that she had done so then. “She is right. I have no business to be proud in the profession calling for the lowly-hearted of the whole world,” he told himself.
After he had his books arranged he sat down in an armchair beside a front window, and felt rather happy and at home. He reproached himself for his content when he read the morning paper, and considered the horrors going on in Europe. Why should he, an able-bodied man, sit securely in a room and gaze out at a peaceful village street? he asked himself as he had scores of times before. Then the imperial individual, which obtrudes22 even when conscience cries out against it, occupied his mind. Pretty Fanny Dodge in her blue linen23 was passing. She never once glanced at the parsonage. Forgetting his own scruples24 and resolves, he thought unreasonably25 that she might at least glance up, if she had the day before at all in her mind. Suddenly the unwelcome reflection that he might not be as desirable as he had thought himself came over him.
He got up, put on his hat, and walked rapidly in the direction of the old Bolton house. Satisfying his curiosity might serve as a palliative to his sudden depression with regard to his love affair. It is very much more comfortable to consider oneself a cad, and acknowledge to oneself love for a girl, and be sure of her unfortunate love for you, than to consider oneself the dupe of the girl. Fanny had a keen sense of humor. Suppose she had been making fun of him. Suppose she had her own aspirations26 in other quarters. He walked on until he reached the old Bolton house. The door stood open, askew27 upon rusty28 hinges. Wesley Elliot entered and glanced about him with growing curiosity. The room was obviously a kitchen, one side being occupied by a huge brick chimney inclosing a built-in range half devoured29 with rust8; wall cupboards, a sink and a decrepit30 table showed gray and ugly in the greenish light of two tall windows, completely blocked on the outside with over-grown shrubs31. An indescribable odor of decaying plaster, chimney-soot and mildew32 hung in the heavy air.
A door to the right, also half open, led the investigator33 further. Here the floor shook ominously34 under foot, suggesting rotten beams and unsteady sills. The minister walked cautiously, noting in passing a portrait defaced with cobwebs over the marble mantelpiece and the great circular window opening upon an expanse of tangled35 grass and weeds, through which the sun streamed hot and yellow. Voices came from an adjoining room; he could hear Deacon Whittle's nasal tones upraised in fervid36 assertion.
“Yes, ma'am!” he was saying, “this house is a little out of repair, you can see that fer yourself; but it's well built; couldn't be better. A few hundred dollars expended37 here an' there'll make it as good as new; in fact, I'll say better'n new! They don't put no such material in houses nowadays. Why, this woodwork—doors, windows, floors and all—is clear, white pine. You can't buy it today for no price. Costs as much as m'hogany, come to figure it out. Yes, ma'am! the woodwork alone in this house is worth the price of one of them little new shacks38 a builder'll run up in a couple of months. And look at them mantelpieces, pure tombstone marble; and all carved like you see. Yes, ma'am! there's as many as seven of 'em in the house. Where'll you find anything like that, I'd like to know!”
“I—think the house might be made to look very pleasant, Mr. Whittle,” Lydia replied, in a hesitating voice.
Wesley Elliot fancied he could detect a slight tremor39 in its even flow. He pushed open the door and walked boldly in.
“Good-morning, Miss Orr,” he exclaimed, advancing with outstretched hand. “Good-morning, Deacon! ...Well, well! what a melancholy40 old ruin this is, to be sure. I never chanced to see the interior before.”
Deacon Whittle regarded his pastor12 sourly from under puckered41 brows.
“Some s'prised to see you, dominie,” said he. “Thought you was generally occupied at your desk of a Friday morning.”
The minister included Lydia Orr in the genial42 warmth of his smile as he replied:
“I had a special call into the country this morning, and seeing your conveyance43 hitched44 to the trees outside, Deacon, I thought I'd step in. I'm not sure it's altogether safe for all of us to be standing in the middle of this big room, though. Sills pretty well rotted out—eh, Deacon?”
“Sound as an oak,” snarled45 the Deacon. “As I was telling th' young lady, there ain't no better built house anywheres 'round than this one. Andrew Bolton didn't spare other folks' money when he built it—no, sir! It's good for a hundred years yet, with trifling46 repairs.”
“Who owns the house now?” asked Lydia unexpectedly. She had walked over to one of the long windows opening on a rickety balcony and stood looking out.
“Who owns it?” echoed Deacon Whittle. “Well, now, we can give you a clear title, ma'am, when it comes to that; sound an' clear. You don't have to worry none about that. You see it was this way; dunno as anybody's mentioned it in your hearing since you come to Brookville; but we use to have a bank here in Brookville, about eighteen years ago, and—”
“Yes, Ellen Dix told me,” interrupted Lydia Orr, without turning her head. “Has nobody lived here since?”
Deacon Whittle cast an impatient glance at Wesley Elliot, who stood with his eyes fixed broodingly on the dusty floor.
“Wal,” said he. “There'd have been plenty of folks glad enough to live here; but the house wa'n't really suited to our kind o' folks. It wa'n't a farm—there being only twenty acres going with it. And you see the house is different to what folks in moderate circumstances could handle. Nobody had the cash to buy it, an' ain't had, all these years. It's a pity to see a fine old property like this a-going down, all for the lack of a few hundreds. But if you was to buy it, ma'am, I could put it in shape fer you, equal to the best, and at a figure— Wall; I tell ye, it won't cost ye what some folks'd think.”
“Didn't that man—the banker who stole—everybody's money, I mean—didn't he have any family?” asked Lydia, still without turning her head. “I suppose he—he died a long time ago?”
“I see the matter of th' title's worrying you, ma'am,” said Deacon Whittle briskly. “I like to see a female cautious in a business way: I do, indeed. And 'tain't often you see it, neither. Now, I'll tell you—”
“Wouldn't it be well to show Miss Orr some more desirable property, Deacon?” interposed Wesley Elliot. “It seems to me—”
“Oh, I shall buy the house,” said the girl at the window, quickly.
She turned and faced the two men, her delicate head thrown back, a clear color staining her pale cheeks.
“I shall buy it,” she repeated. “I—I like it very much. It is just what I wanted—in—in every way.”
Deacon Whittle gave vent47 to a snort of astonishment48.
“There was another party looking at the place a spell back,” he said, rubbing his dry old hands. “I dunno's I exac'ly give him an option on it; but I was sort of looking for him to turn up 'most any day. Course I'd have to give him the first chance, if it comes to a—”
“What is an option?” asked Lydia.
“An option is a—now, let me see if I can make a legal term plain to the female mind: An option, my dear young lady, is—”
The minister crossed the floor to where the girl was standing, a slight, delicate figure in her black dress, her small face under the shadowy brim of her wide had looking unnaturally49 pale in the greenish light from without.
“An option,” he interposed hurriedly, “must be bought with money; should you change your mind later you lose whatever you have paid. Let me advise you—”
Deacon Whittle cleared his throat with an angry, rasping sound.
“Me an' this young lady came here this morning for the purpose of transacting50 a little business, mutually advantageous,” he snarled. “If it was anybody but the dominie, I should say he was butting51 in without cause.”
“Oh, don't, please!” begged the girl. “Mr. Elliot meant it kindly52, I'm sure. I—I want an option, if you please. You'll let me have it, won't you? I want it—now.”
Deacon Whittle blinked and drew back a pace or two, as if her eagerness actually frightened him.
“I—I guess I can accommodate ye,” he stuttered; “but—there'll be some preliminaries—I wa'n't exactly prepared— There's the price of the property and the terms— S'pose likely you'll want a mortgage—eh?”
He rubbed his bristly chin dubiously53.
“I want to buy the house,” Lydia said. “I want to be sure—”
“Have you seen the rooms upstairs?” asked the minister, turning his back upon his senior deacon.
She shook her head.
“Well, then, why not—”
Wesley Elliot took a step or two toward the winding54 stair, dimly seen through the gloom of the hall.
“Hold on, dominie, them stairs ain't safe!” warned the Deacon. “They'll mebbe want a little shoring up, before— Say, I wish—”
“I don't care to go up now, really,” protested the girl. “It—it's the location I like and—”
She glanced about the desolate55 place with a shiver. The air of the long-closed rooms was chilly56, despite the warmth of the June day outside.
“I'll tell you what,” said the deacon briskly. “You come right along down to the village with me, Miss Orr. It's kind of close in here; the house is built so tight, there can't no air git in. I tell you, them walls—”
He smote57 the one nearest him with a jocular palm. There followed the hollow sound of dropping plaster from behind the lath.
“Guess we'd better fix things up between us, so you won't be noways disappointed in case that other party—” he added, with a crafty58 glance at the minister. “You see, he might turn up 'most any day.”
“Oh, yes!” exclaimed the girl, walking hurriedly to the door. “I—I should like to go at once.”
She turned and held out her hand to the minister with a smile.
“Thank you for coming,” she said. “I wanted you to see the house as it is now.”
He looked down into her upturned face with its almost childish appeal of utter candor59, frowning slightly.
“Have you no one—that is, no near relative to advise you in the matter?” he asked. “The purchase of a large property, such as this, ought to be carefully considered, I should say.”
Deacon Whittle coughed in an exasperated60 manner.
“I guess we'd better be gitting along,” said he, “if we want to catch Jedge Fulsom in his office before he goes to dinner.”
Lydia turned obediently.
“I'm coming,” she said.
Then to Elliot: “No; there is no one to—to advise me. I am obliged to decide for myself.”
Wesley Elliot returned to Brookville and his unfinished sermon by a long detour61 which led him over the shoulder of a hill overlooking the valley. He did not choose to examine his motive2 for avoiding the road along which Fanny Dodge would presently return. But as the path, increasingly rough and stony62 as it climbed the steep ascent63, led him at length to a point from whence he could look down upon a toy village, arranged in stiff rows about a toy church, with its tiny pointing steeple piercing the vivid green of many trees, he sat down with a sigh of relief and something very like gratitude64.
As far back as he could remember Wesley Elliot had cherished a firm, though somewhat undefined, belief in a quasi-omnipotent power to be reckoned as either hostile or friendly to the purposes of man, showing now a smiling, now a frowning face. In short, that unquestioned, wholly uncontrollable influence outside of a man's life, which appears to rule his destiny. In this r?le “Providence,” as he had been taught to call it, had heretofore smiled rather evasively upon Wesley Elliot. He had been permitted to make sure his sacred calling; but he had not secured the earnestly coveted65 city pulpit. On the other hand, he had just been saved—or so he told himself, as the fragrant66 June breeze fanned his heated forehead—by a distinct intervention67 of “Providence” from making a fool of himself. His subsequent musings, interrupted at length by the shrieking68 whistle of the noon train as it came to a standstill at the toy railway station, might be termed important, since they were to influence the immediate15 future of a number of persons, thus affording a fresh illustration of the mysterious workings of “Providence,” sometimes called “Divine.”
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