Her practical joke did not promise so well as on the evening before. That unexpected half-hour's talk had shown some actions in a new light. She did not mind doing wicked things that had a spice of hardihood and venturesomeness in them. But to do what had been made to appear mean and dishonorable was another thing, and she was provoked enough at Hemstead for having unconsciously given that aspect to her action and character, and still more annoyed and perplexed2 that her conscience should so positively3 side with him. Thus it will be seen that her conscience was unawakened, rather than seared and deadened.
As she came to know Hemstead better, she found that he was different from what she had expected. The conventional idea of a theological student had dwelt in her mind; and she had expected to find a rather narrow and spiritually conceited5 man, full of the clerical mannerisms which she had often heard laughed at. But she saw that Hemstead's awkwardness would wear away, through familiarity with society, and that, when at ease, he was simple and manly6 in manner. She also perceived that this seclusion7 from the world, which was the cause of his diffidence, had been employed in training and richly storing his mind. Moreover, to one so accustomed to the insincerity of society, his perfect frankness of speech and manner was a novelty, interesting, if not always pleasing. She read his thoughts as she would an open page, and saw that he esteemed8 her as a true, sincere girl, kind and womanly, and that he had for her the strongest respect. She feared that when he discovered her true self he would scorn her to loathing9. Not that she cared, except that her pride would be hurt. But as she was more proud than vain, she feared this honest man's verdict.
But soon her old reckless self triumphed. "Of course what I am doing will seem awful to him," she thought. "I knew that before I commenced. He shall not preach me out of my fun in one half-hour. If I could make him love me in spite of what I am, it would be the greater triumph. After all, I am only acting10 as all the girls in my set do when they get a chance. It's not as bad as he makes out."
Still that was an eventful half-hour, when they looked out upon a transfigured world together; and while she saw nature in her rarest and purest beauty, she had also been given a glimpse into the more beautiful world of truth, where God dwells.
But, as the morning advanced, good impulses and better feelings and thoughts vanished, even as the snow-wreaths were dropping from branch and spray, leaving them as bare as before. By the time the sleigh drove up to the door she was as bent11 as ever upon victimizing the "Western giant," as the conspirators12 had named him. She was her old, decided13, resolute14 self; all the more resolute because facing, to her, a new hindrance,—her own conscience, which Hemstead had unwittingly awakened4; and it said to its uncomfortable possessor some rather severe things that day.
If Lottie were Bel Parton, she would have been in a miserably15 undecided state. But it was her nature to carry out what she had begun, if for no other reason than that she had begun it, and she was not one to give up a frolic at anyone's scolding,—even her own.
As she tripped down the broad stairs in a rich cloak trimmed with fur, she reminded Hemstead of some rare tropical bird, and De Forrest indulged in many notes of admiration16. Lottie received these as a matter of course, but looked at the student with genuine interest. His expression seemed to satisfy her, for she turned away to hide a smile that meant mischief17.
It was quietly arranged that Hemstead should sit beside her, and he felicitated himself over their artifice18 as if it were rare good fortune.
Though the sun and the rising breeze had shaken off the clustering snow to a great extent, the evergreens19 still bent beneath their beautiful burdens, some straight cedars20 reminding one of vigorous age, where snowy hair and beard alone suggest the flight of years.
Though the face of nature was so white, it was not the face of death. There was a sense of movement and life which was in accord with their own spirits and rapid motion. Snow-birds fluttered and twittered in weedy thickets21 by the way-side, breakfasting on the seeds that fell like black specks22 upon the snow. The bright sunlight had lured23 the red squirrels from their moss-lined nests in hollow trees, and their barking was sometimes heard above the chime of the bells.
"There goes a parson crow," cried Addie Marchmont. "How black and solemn he looks against the snow!"
"Why are crows called parsons, Mr. Hemstead?" asked Lottie, as a child might.
"Indeed, I don't know. For as good a reason, I suppose, as that some girls are called witches."
She gave him a quick, keen look, and said, "I hope you mean nothing personal."
"I should never charge you with being a witch, Miss Marsden, but
I might with witchery."
"A distinction without a difference," she said, seeking to lead him on.
"He means," explained De Forrest, "that you might be bewitching if you chose."
"Hush24, Julian, you leave no room for the imagination," said Lottie, frowningly.
"Look at that farm-yard, Miss Marsden," said Hemstead. "The occupants seem as glad that the storm is over as we are. What pictures of placid25 content those ruminating26 cows are under that sunny shed. See the pranks27 of that colt which the boy is trying to lead to water. I wish I were on his back, with the prairie before me."
"Indeed, are you so anxious to escape present company?"
"Now I didn't say that. But we have passed by, and I fear you did not see the pretty rural picture to which I called your attention. Were I an artist I would know where to make a sketch28 to-day."
"I think you will find that Miss Marsden's taste differs very widely from yours," said De Forrest; "that is, if you give us to understand that you would seek your themes in a barn-yard, and set your easel upon a muck-heap. Though your pictures might not rank high they would still be very rank."
Even Lottie joined slightly in the general and not complimentary29 laugh at Hemstead which followed this thrust, but he, with heightened color, said, "You cannot criticise30 my picture, Mr. De Forrest, for it does not exist. Therefore I must conclude that your satire31 is directed against my choice of place and subjects."
"Yes, as with the offence of Denmark's king, they 'smell to heaven.'"
"I appeal to you, Miss Marsden, was not the scent32 of hay and the breath of the cattle as we caught them passing, sweet and wholesome33?"
"I cannot deny that they were."
"You have judicial34 fairness and shall be umpire in this question. And now, Mr. De Forrest, there is a celebrated35 and greatly admired picture in a certain gallery, representing a scene from the Roman Saturnalia. You do not object to that, with its classic accessories, as a work of art?"
"Not at all."
"And yet it portrays36 a corruption37 that does in truth 'offend heaven.' Your muck-heap, which did not enter my thought at all, and would not have been in my picture, could I paint one, would have been wholesome in comparison. Have I made a point, Judge Marsden?"
"I think you have."
"Finally, Mr. De Forrest, what are we to do with the fact that some of the greatest painters in the world have employed their brushes upon just such scenes as these, which perhaps offend your nose and taste more than they do heaven, and that pictures such as that farm-yard would suggest adorn38 the best galleries of Europe?"
"What artists of note have painted barn-yard scenes?" asked De
Forrest, in some confusion.
"Well, there is Herring, the famous English artist, for one."
"'Herring' indeed. You are evidently telling a fish Story," said
De Forrest, contemptuously.
"No, he is not," said Lottie. "Herring is a famous painter, I am told, and we have some engravings of his works."
"And I have read somewhere," continued Hemstead, "that his painting of an English farm-yard is the most celebrated of his works. Moreover, Judge Marsden, I must ask of you another decision as to the evidence in this case. I affirm that I did not call your attention to the farm-yard itself, but to its occupants. Is not that true?"
"I cannot deny that it is."
"We all know that many eminent39 artists have made the painting of animals a specialty40, and among them are such world-renowned names as Landseer and Rosa Bonheur. Moreover, in the numerous pictures of the Nativity we often find the homely41 details of the stable introduced. One of Rubens' paintings of this sacred and favorite subject, which hangs in the gallery of the Louvre, represents two oxen feeding at a rack."
"Come, Julian, hand over your sword. It won't do for you or any one to sit in judgment42 on such painters as Mr. Hemstead has named. You are fairly beaten. I shall admire barn-yards in future, through thick and thin."
"That is hardly a fair conclusion from any testimony43 of mine," said Hemstead. "A barn-yard may be all that Mr. De Forrest says of it, but I am sure you will always find pleasure in seeing a fine frolicsome44 horse or a group of patient cattle. The homely accessories may, and sometimes may not, add to the picture."
"How do you come to know so much about pictures? Theology has nothing to do with art."
"I dissent45 from Judge Marsden's decision now, most emphatically," replied Hemstead. "Is not true art fidelity46 to nature?"
"Yes, so it is claimed."
"And where does nature come from? God is the Divine Artist, and is furnishing themes for all other artists. God is the author of landscapes, mountains, rivers, of scenes like that we saw this morning, or of a fine face and a noble form, as truly as of a chapter in the Bible. He manifests Himself in these things. Now fine paintings, statuary, and music bring out the hidden meanings of nature, and therefore more clearly God's thought. Theology, or knowledge concerning our Creator, is a science to which everything can minister, and surely the appreciation47 of the beautiful should be learned in connection with the Author of all beauty."
"I never thought of God in that light before," said Lottie. "He has always seemed like one watching to catch me at something wrong. Our solemn old Sunday-school teacher used to say to us children just before we went home, 'Now during the week whenever you are tempted48 to do anything wrong, remember the text, "Thou, God, seest me."' When wasn't I tempted to do wrong? and I had for a long time the uncomfortable feeling that two great eyes were always staring at me. But this isn't sleigh-riding chit-chat," and she broke into a merry little trill from a favorite opera.
Hemstead, with his strong love of the beautiful, could not help watching her with deepening interest. The rapid motion, the music of the bells, the novel scenery of the sun-lighted, glittering world around her, and, chief of all, her own abounding49 health and animal life, combined to quicken her excitable nature into the keenest enjoyment50. From her red lips came ripples51 of laughter, trills from operas, sallies of fun, that kept the entire party from the thought of heaviness, and to honest-minded Hemstead were the evidences of a happy, innocent heart.
With secret exultation52 she saw how rapidly and unconsciously the unwary student was passing under the spell of her beauty and witchery.
One must have been cursed with a sluggish53, half-dead body and a torpid54 soul, had he not responded to the influences under which our gay party spent the next few hours. Innumerable snow-flakes had carried down from the air every particle of impurity55, and left it sweet and wholesome enough to seem the elixir56 of immortal57 youth. It was so tempered also, that it only braced58 and stimulated59. The raw, pinching coldness of the previous day was gone. The sun, undimmed by a cloud, shone genially60, and eaves facing the south were dripping, the drops falling like glittering gems61.
Now and then a breeze would career down upon them, and, catching62 the light snow from the adjacent fence, would cast it into their faces as a mischievous63 school-boy might.
"Stop that!" cried Lottie to one of these sportive zephyrs64. "De you call that a gust65 of wind? I declare it was a viewless sprite, or a party of snow elves, playing their mad pranks upon us."
"I prefer fairies less cold and ethereal," said De Forrest, with a meaning look at the speaker.
"What do you prefer, Mr. Hemstead?" she asked. "But where we people of the world speak of fairies, sprites, and nymphs, I suppose you permit yourself to think only of angels."
"Were it so," he replied, "I should still be of the same mind as
Mr. De Forrest, and be glad that you are not an angel."
"Why so?"
"You might use your wings and leave us."
"Were I one, I would not leave you after that speech. But see how far I am from it. I weigh one hundred and fifteen pounds."
"I wish you were no farther off than that."
"What do you mean?"
"It's not our weight in avoirdupois that drags us down. But I am not going to preach any more to-day. Listen to the bells—how they echo from the hill-side!"
"Yes, Julian, listen to Bel," said Lottie to De Forrest, who was about to speak. "I'm talking to Mr. Hemstead. See those snow-crystals on my muff. How can you account for so many odd and beautiful shapes?"
"To me all the countless66 forms in nature," said Hemstead, "prove an infinite mind gratifying itself. They are expressions of creative thought."
"Nonsense! God doesn't bother with such little things as these."
"We do not know what seems small or great to Him. The microscope reveals as much in one direction as the telescope in another, and the common house-fly seems in size midway in animal life."
"And do you believe that the Divine hand is employed in forming such trifles as these?"
"The Divine will is. But these trifles make the avalanche67 and the winter's protection for next year's harvest."
"What is that?" asked Harcourt from the front seat, where he was driving.
"Do you know," cried Lottie, "that Mr Hemstead thinks everything we see, even to nature's smallest trifles, an 'expression of the Divine creative thought.'"
"Is that scene such an expression?" asked Harcourt, with a sneering68 laugh, in which the others joined.
By the road-side there was a small hovel, at the door of which a half-fed, ill-conditioned pig was squealing69. When they were just opposite, a slatternly, carroty-headed woman opened the door, and raised her foot to drive the clamorous70 beast away. Altogether, it was as squalid and repulsive71 a picture as could well be imagined.
"Yes," replied Lottie, looking into his face with twinkling eyes, "was that sweet pastoral scene an expression of creative thought?"
"The woman certainly was not," he answered, reddening. "A thought may be greatly perverted72."
"Whatever moral qualities may be asserted of her manners, costume, and character," said Harcourt, "she is not to blame for the cast of her features and the color of her hair. I scarcely know of an artist who would express any such thought, unless he wished to satirize73 humanity."
"You can call up before you the portrait of some beautiful woman, can you not, Mr. Harcourt?"
"Let me assist you," cried De Forrest, pulling from his inner pocket a photograph of Lottie.
"Hush, Julian. I'm sorry you do not appreciate this grave argument more; I'll take that picture from you, if you don't behave better."
"Well, I have a picture before me now, that satisfies me fully," said Mr. Harcourt, turning to Lottie with a smiling bow.
"Now, suppose that you had painted just such a likeness74 and finished it. Suppose I should come afterwards, and, without destroying your picture utterly75, should blend with those features the forbidding aspect of the woman we have just seen, would you not say that your thought was greatly perverted?"
"I should think I would."
"Well, Mother Eve was the true expression of the Divine Artist's creative thought, and the woman we saw was the perversion76 of it. You can trace no evil thing to the source of all good. Perfection is not the author of imperfection."
"Who does the perverting77, then?" asked Lottie.
"Evil."
"I don't think it fair that one face and form should be perverted into hideousness78, and mother left with something of the first perfection."
"Evil is never fair, Miss Marsden."
"But is it only evil? I have heard plain children told, when resenting their ugliness, that it was wicked, for they were just as God made them."
"Can you think of a better way to make a young girl hate God than to tell her that?"
"But suppose it's true."
"I am sure it is not. Just the opposite is true. The ugly and deformed79 are as evil has marred80 them, and not as God has made them. By seeking the Divine Artist's aid more than humanity's first perfection can be regained81. It is possible for even that wretched creature we saw to attain82 an outward loveliness exceeding that of any woman now living."
"That passes beyond the limit of my imagination," said Harcourt.
"Absurd!" muttered De Forrest.
"I fear you are not orthodox," said Bel.
"That means you do not agree with me. But please do not think that because I am a minister you must talk upon subjects that are rather grave and deep for a sleighing party."
"That's right, Cousin Frank," said Addie. "Dr. Beams will want you to preach for him next Sunday. I advise you to reserve your thunder till that occasion, when you may come out as strong as you please."
"'Chinese thunder' at best," whispered Harcourt to Addie; but all heard him.
Hemstead bit his lip and said nothing, but Lottie spoke83 up quickly: "No matter about the 'thunder,' Mr. Harcourt. That is only noise under any circumstances. But suppose there is the lightning of truth in what Mr. Hemstead says?"
"And suppose there is not?" he replied, with a shrug84.
Hemstead gave Lottie a quick, pleased look, which Bel and De Forrest smilingly noted85, and the conversation changed to lighter86 topics.
As they were passing through a small hamlet some miles back from the river, a bare-headed man came running out from a country store and beckoned87 them to stop, saying: "We're going to give our dominie a donation party to-night. Perhaps Mrs. Marehmont will do suthin' for us, or likely you'll all like to drive over and help the young folks enjoy themselves."
"Capital!" cried Lottie; "I've always wanted to attend a country donation. Do you think we can come, Addie?"
"O, certainly, if you wish, but I fear you won't enjoy it. You will not meet any of our 'set' there."
"I don't wish to meet them. I want to meet the other 'set' and have a frolic."
"It will be moonlight, and we will have the drive, which will be the best part of it, you will find," said Harcourt. "Yes, we will come."
"Them folks thinks that they's made of different flesh and blood from the other 'set,' as they call us, and that pretty young woman wants to come as she would go to a menagerie," muttered the man as he went back to the store. "No matter, let 'em come, they will help us make up the salary."
"Of course, Mr. Hemstead, you will enter upon this expedition with great zeal88, as it will be to the advantage of one of your fraternity."
"I think, with Mr. Harcourt, that the ride will be the best part of it."
"O, for shame! Can it be true that two of even your trade can never agree?"
"Long ages of controversy89 prove that," said Harcourt.
"I think your profession has done more to keep the world in hot water than ours, Mr. Harcourt."
"We at least agree among ourselves."
"All the worse, perhaps, for the world."
"That's rather severe if you refer to the proverb, 'When rogues90 fall out, honest men get their dues,'" said Lottie.
"I supposed we were talking in jest; I was."
"You evidently belong to the church militant91, since you strike back so hard even in jest," said Harcourt. "Very well, since you are so able to take care of yourself I shall have no compunctions in regard to your fate."
Hemstead did not understand this remark, but the others did, and significant glances were exchanged. He turned inquiringly to Lottie, feeling that in a certain sense he had an ally in her, but she seemed looking away abstractedly as if she had not heeded92 the remark. She was too quick to be caught easily, and the conviction grew upon him that while the others from his calling and difference in views and tastes had a natural aversion, she was inclined to be friendly. And yet she puzzled him not a little at times, as now for instance, when she turned and said, "I suppose there are a great many nice young men at your seminary."
"I never heard them called' nice young men,'" he replied, looking at her keenly.
"O, I beg your pardon,—good, pious93, devotional young men, I mean."
"All ought to be that; do you not think so?"
"Well, yes, I think so, since they are to become ministers."
"But not otherwise?"
"I didn't say that. There's a hint for you, Julian."
De Forrest's reply was a contemptuous shrug and laugh. It would be anything but agreeable to him to be thought "good, pious, and devotional,"—qualities not in demand at his club, nor insisted on by Lottie, and entirely94 repugnant to his tastes.
"Do they all intend to be missionaries95 as well as yourself?" she continued.
"O, no; some no doubt will take city churches, and marry wealthy wives."
"Would that be wrong?"
"I am not the judge. It's a matter of taste and conscience."
"Would you not marry a lady of wealth?"
"I would marry the woman I loved; that is, if I could get her."
"Well added," said De Forrest.
"Yes, sir, I agree with you. Every man had better add that."
"Indeed they had," said Lottie, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"There is always a chance for a man who will never take 'no' for an answer," said De Forrest with a light laugh.
"Do you think so?" she said, lifting her eyebrows questioningly.
"I agree with Mr. Hemstead. It's a matter of taste and conscience."
"Do you intend to be a missionary96, Mr. Hemstead?" asked Bel Parton.
"I hope so," he replied, quietly.
"Yes," said Lottie; "just think of it. He is going away out to the jumping-off place at the West, where he will have the border ruffians on one side and the scalping Indians on the other. You said you would marry the woman you loved, if you could. Do you think any real nice girl would go with you to such a horrible place?"
"I'm sure I don't know. If the one I want won't venture, I can go alone."
"Do you think she'll go?" asked Lottie, so innocently that the others had no slight task in controlling their faces.
"Who will go?" said Hemstead, quickly.
"The one whom you said you wanted to."
"Now I'm sure I did not mention any one," said Hemstead, blushing and laughing.
"Well, you did not exactly speak her name."
"No, I should think not, since I don't know it myself."
"How provoking!" pouted97 Lottie. "I thought we were going to have a nice little romance."
"It's a pity I've nothing to tell, in view of my sympathizing audience," he replied, with a glance at the gigglers on the other seats.
"But I have been told," said Lottie, "that in emergencies committees have been appointed to select wives for missionaries, and that there are excellent women who are willing to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the cause."
An explosion of laughter followed these words, but she looked at the others in innocent surprise.
"That's a funny speech for you to make so gravely," said Hemstead. "I fear you are quizzing me. Your missionary lore98 certainly exceeds mine in regard to the 'committees.' But there will be no emergency in my case, and I should be sorry to have any woman, excellent or otherwise, sacrifice herself for me."
"I have certainly heard so," said Lottie, positively.
"I fear you have heard more to the prejudice of missionaries and their works than in their favor," he said somewhat gravely.
"But I am willing to hear the other side," she whispered in his ear.
"Now I protest against that," said De Forrest.
"I'll give you the privilege of whispering to Bel," said Lottie, sweetly.
"O, thank you," replied De Forrest, with a shrug.
"You can also help me out," she continued, as the sleigh stopped at Mrs. Marchmont's door.
As he did so he whispered in her ear, "Capital, Lottie, you are a star actress, and always my bright particular star."
"Don't be sentimental99, Julian," was her only response.
At this moment Lottie's brother Dan fired a snow-ball that carried off Mr. Hemstead's hat; at which all laughed, and expected to see the young theologian assume a look of offended dignity. He disappointed them by good-naturedly springing out after his hat, and was soon romping100 with the boy and Mrs. Marchmont's two younger children. This was too tempting101 to Lottie, who joined the frolic at once.
Hemstead laughingly allowed himself to be their victim, and skilfully102 threw great snow-balls so as just to miss them, while they pelted103 him till he was white, and, as if utterly defeated, he led them a breathless chase up and down the broad path. Their cries and laughter brought half the household to the doors and windows to watch the sport.
De Forrest ventured down from the piazza104, with the thought that he could throw a spiteful ball or two at one he already disliked a little, as well as despised. But Hemstead immediately showed what a self-sacrificing victim he was to Lottie and the children by almost demolishing105 De Forrest with a huge snow-ball that stung his ear sharply, got down his neck, spoiling his collar, and necessitating106 such a toilet that he was late for dinner.
His plight107 took Lottie out of the field also, for she sank on the lower step of the piazza, her hand upon her side, helpless with laughter.
Hemstead retreated to a side door, where he shook himself after the manner of a polar bear, and escaped to his room.
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