"It was very nice of you, Mr. Hemstead," said Lottie, "to permit youself to be pelted3 by us. You evidently did not think us worthy4 of your steel. But I fear you gave Julian a strong compliment."
"I only returned one of his."
"But he did not hit you."
"He meant to. We form our most correct judgment5 of people sometimes from what they intend, rather than what they do."
"Well, I thank you for my share of the sport."
"And I thank you for mine."
"What occasion have you to thank me, when I almost put your eyes out with snow?"
"You did not so blind them but that I could see a face aglow6 with exercise. That made a pleasing contrast to the cold white snow."
"Frank, Frank, you will make Lottie vain," said Mrs. Marchmont.
"I did not know that complimenting was permitted to you."
"That is all right, sister," said Mr. Dimmerly. "That's where he shows his good blood and connection with an old family. He is gallant7 to the ladies. They can't get that out of him, even at a theological seminary."
Hemstead's blushing confusion increased the laugh at this speech.
"O, mother," exclaimed Addie, "we are all going on a frolic to-night. You know that poor, forlorn little minister at Scrub Oaks, who has six children, and gets but six hundred a year? Well, they are going to give him a donation to-night, so a dilapidated pillar of the church told us. We were invited to come, and Lottie wants to go."
"Very well, my dear, since you and our guests wish it."
"Now, auntie, that's very sweet of you to answer so," said Lottie. "I want to see the queer, awkward country people who go to such places. They amuse me vastly; don't they you, Mr. Hemstead?"
"They interest me."
"O, it wouldn't be proper for you to say 'amuse.'"
"Nor would it be exactly true."
"Why, Lottie," said Addie, "you know that ministers only think of people as a sad lot that must be saved."
"We'll help make a jolly lot there, to-night," said Lottie, with a swift glance at Hemstead's contracting brows. "Moreover, auntie, I want to see what a minister that lives on six hundred a year looks like. We give our pastor9 ten thousand."
"You need not go so far for that purpose, Miss Marsden," said
Hemstead, quietly: "that is all I shall get."
"What!" she exclaimed, dropping her knife and fork.
"That, in all probability, will be my salary at first. It may be but five hundred."
"Is that all they pay you for going out among the border ruffians?"
"That is the average."
"I wouldn't go," she said indignantly,
"You may rest assured I would not, for the money."
"Frank will change his mind before spring," said his aunt; "or a year at least among the 'border ruffians,' as you call them, will cure him, and he will be glad to take a nice church at the East."
"What do you say to that, Mr. Hemstead?"
"Perhaps I would better answer by my actions," he replied.
"But I can see from the expression of your eyes and mouth a very plain answer to the contrary. Mr. Hemstead, you could be a very stubborn man if you chose."
"I hope I could be a very resolute10 one."
"Yes, so we explain ourselves when we will have our own way. I think Aunt Marchmont's suggestion a very good one."
"If we go to the donation we shall have to take something," said
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"O, yes," exclaimed Addie; "I am told all sorts of queer things are brought. Let us take the oddest and most outlandish we can think of. Uncle, there is your old blue dresscoat; we will take that for the minister. Wouldn't he look comical preaching in it? And, mother, there is your funny low-necked satin dress that you wore when a young lady. I will take that for his wife."
"I understand everybody brings pies to a donation," said Harcourt. "I shall be more pious11 than any of them, and bring over fifty from town this afternoon. I will buy all the bake-shops out, in my zeal,—enough to give the parson and all his people the dyspepsia for a month."
"If he lives on six hundred, nothing could give him the dyspepsia save his own sermons, I imagine," said De Forrest. "My young lady friends have half filled one of my bureau drawers with smoking-caps. I have one with me, and will give it to the minister."
"You vain fellow," laughed Lottie. "I never gave you one."
"Rest assured, no minister—even were he a minister to the Court of St. James—should get it, if you had."
"What will you take, Mr. Hemstead?" asked Lottie, noting his grave face.
"I shall not go."
"Why not? You spoke12 as if you would, this morning."
"I cannot go under the circumstances."
"Why not?" asked Addie, rather sharply.
"Could we take such gifts to a gentleman and lady, Cousin Addie?"
"Well, I suppose not," she answered, reddening.
"I see no proof that this clergyman and his wife are not in the fact that they are compelled to live on six hundred a year. Besides, I have too much respect for the calling."
"Don't you see?" said De Forrest to Addie, in a loud whisper. "'Our craft is in danger.'"
"Your explanation is more crafty13 than true, Mr. De Forrest," said
Hemstead, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Come," cried Lottie, "my party is not to be broken up. Mr. Hemstead, you need not look so serious or take the matter so much to heart. As you declared once before to-day, we were only 'talking in jest.' You cannot think we would willingly hurt the feelings of your brother clergyman. Surely, if you thought they were serious, it was good of you to stand up for him. We will all give money: that must be the thing the poor man needs most sorely."
"I will give twenty-five dollars if you will, Mr. Hemstead," said
De Forrest, with a malicious14 twinkle in his eye.
"That's liberal of you, Julian. That's action in the right direction," said Lottie; and she turned to Hemstead, expecting a prompt response. But the moment she saw his face she surmised15 the truth and De Forrest's motive16 in making the offer, and what had appeared generous was now seen to be the reverse. But she determined17 that Julian should give the money, nevertheless. Still she did not at once interfere18, but watched with no little curiosity, to see how Hemstead would extricate19 himself.
The young man was much embarrassed. He had an innate20 horror of seeming niggardly21, and the course he had taken made his position more delicate. But his simplicity22 and truthfulness23 came to his aid, and he said firmly, although with a crimson24 face, "I am sorry I cannot accept your generous proposition, but I will give in accordance with my ability. I can give only five dollars."
Mr. Dimmerly and Mrs. Marchmont looked annoyed, while Addie gave utterance25 to an audible titter. Bel laughed, and then looked as if she had done wrong.
But Lottie, with graceful26 tact27, which was still only good acting8, said: "And that, I am sure, is all that can be asked of Mr. Hemstead or of any one. But the poor man shall not lose the money, Julian, for I will supply Mr. Hemstead with what is lacking."
"Pardon me, Miss Marsden, I cannot take it."
"Not even for this needy28 minister with his six children?"
"I cannot sacrifice my self-respect for any one," he said. "Why cannot Mr. De Forrest give what he wishes without imposing29 a condition which leaves it doubtful whether he is to give at all?"
"O, yes, he is to give," said Lottie, promptly30. "I take your offer, Julian. It's delightful31 to have such a genuine object of charity as a minister living on six hundred a year."
This was spoken very innocently, but was in reality a keen thrust at Hemstead, who had so recently stated his prospective32 income at that sum. That the others understood it as such was shown by their significant glances, as they rose from the table.
Hemstead could not discover from Lottie's face whether she meant a covert34 allusion35 to himself or not.
Harcourt drove over to town, promising36 to be back in time. The other young people said that the long drive had made them drowsy37, and retired38 to their rooms for a nap. Hemstead went to the parlor39 and tried to read, but his thoughts wandered strangely. The beautiful face of Lottie Marsden haunted him, and the puzzling contradictions of her words and manner kept rising in his mind for solution. After a prolonged revery, he came to the conclusion: "I have left nothing ambiguous about myself. If she is friendly after this she knows just who and what I am. It's plain the others think me no addition to their company, and I'm almost sorry I accepted aunt's invitation. However, I can shorten the visit if I choose;" and he turned resolutely40 to his book.
Instead of donning her wrapper, as did Bel, Lottie sat down before the fire, and, as was often her custom, commenced half-talking to her friend and familiar, and half-thinking aloud to herself.
"Well, he is the frankest and most transparent41 man I ever saw. I have been acquainted with him but a few hours, and I feel that I know him better than I do Julian, with whom I have been intimate so many years."
"He's sincerely, honestly good, too," said Bel. "I think it's too bad, Lottie, that you all treat him so. It's really wicked."
"Yes," said Lottie, meditatively42. "It's a good deal more wicked than I thought it would be."
"Then you will give it up."
"No indeed. I haven't said that."
"How can you do it, Lottie, when you know it is wrong?"
"I knew it was wrong when I commenced. I only know now that it is a little more wrong. Why should I give up my fun on that account? I might as well die for an old black sheep as a speckled lamb."
Bel yawned at the rather peculiar43 and tragic44 ending that Lottie suggested for herself, and was soon dozing45 on a lounge. But either a restless spirit of mischief46, or a disturbed conscience, prevented Lottie from following her example.
It would at times seem true that, when engaged in something that conscience forbids, the very opposition47 incites48 and leads to the evil. The conflict between inclination49 and the sense of right creates a feverish50 unrest, in which one cannot settle down to ordinary pursuits and duties. If principle holds the reins51, and the voice of conscience is clear and authoritative52, the disturbed mental and moral state will end in the firm choice of duty, and consequent peace and rest. But if, as in the case of Lottie Marsden, impulse rules in the place of principle, and conscience is merely like a half-dreaded, reproachful face, this unrest is the very hour and opportunity for temptation. Some escape from self and solitude53 must be found; some immediate54 excitement must engross55 the thoughts; and the very phase of evil against which conscience is vainly protesting has at the same time the most dangerous fascination56.
So Lottie escaped from her own self-reproaches as a naughty child runs away from a scolding, and was soon at the parlor entrance with a noiseless tread, a grace of motion, and a motive that suggested the lithe57 panther stealing on its prey58. The door was ajar, and a hasty glance revealed that the object of her designs was alone. Her stealthy manner changed instantly, and she sauntered into the room with quiet indifference59, humming an air from Faust.
"O, you are here!" she exclaimed, as if suddenly becoming aware of his presence. "Why do you not take a nap like the others? I hope you are not troubled by a bad conscience."
"What suggested a bad conscience, Miss Marsden?"
"Your sleeplessness60."
"I am glad it was not your own. Why are you not taking a nap? I thought you started for one."
"So I did, but found I did not want it. But you are not a Yankee that you must answer my question with another. What are you reading? Won't you read it to me?"
"I would rather not read this book to you; but I will any other that you wish."
"You must learn human nature better, Mr. Hemstead. Don't you know that you have said just enough to make me wish that book and no other? What is it about?"
"I feel sure that it will have no interest for you. It is one of the latest infidel attacks upon the Bible."
"O, you are afraid to have me read it."
"Yes; but not for the reasons implied in your tone."
"Don't you see that you are taking the very course to awaken61 my curiosity, and to make me wish to hear just that book? If you had said, 'Certainly, I'll read it to you, but you won't like it, for it's only a dry, heavy book upon a heavy subject,' I would never have looked into it, but would have asked for something else."
"That would hardly be true, Miss Marsden. Though I regard it as an evil and dangerous book, it is exceedingly clever, and well written, and it is quite popular in some circles. I suppose it has been sent up to Aunt Marchmont with other new books of note."
"I must certainly read it, since you won't read it to me. Forbid a child to do a thing, you know, and you have given the strongest motive for doing just that thing."
"You are not a child, Miss Marsden."
"What am I, then?"
"I hardly know; but you are capable of realizing one's best ideal, almost."
"Almost! thank you."
"Perhaps my language is stronger than you realize. The woman who could answer to my ideal would be nearly perfect."
"And do you think such a paragon62 would go out among the border ruffians with you?"
"No, nor anywhere else with me. I was speaking of my ideal."
"You do not expect to marry your ideal, then?"
"I suppose love transfigures the one we love, and that this is the only way we can ever meet our ideal in this life. But sometimes we see one who it seems might approach even the ideal of our unbiased fancy."
"It is well that you admire these exquisite63 creatures at a distance," she said, dryly. "I can't see why men will always be so foolish as to think pretty women are good women. But if I am not a child why may I not read that book? You intimate that it will not shake my belief."
"I do not think it would,—at least I hope it would not."
"You are not sure."
"I'm sure it will not shake the Bible. Every age has teemed64 with infidel books. Yet God's Word stands to-day as strong and serene65 as that mountain yonder, to which the setting sun has given a crown of light."
"Your figure is pretty, but unfortunate. The sun is indeed 'setting,' and soon the mountain will lose its crown of light and vanish in darkness."
"But does it vanish," he asked quickly, "in the transient darkness, like a cloud tipped with light? Such a cloud is a fit emblem66 of this brilliant book, and of multitudes like it that have preceded, but which, like lurid67 vapors68, have vanished from men's thought and memory. Even with my immature69 mind I can detect that this clever work is but an airy castle, soon to fall. What infidel book has ever gained or kept a lasting70 hold upon the popular heart? Let the darkness swallow up the mountain there. If we go where it is at midnight, we shall find it intact, and just as firm as when the sun is shining upon it. The searching light of every day, from year to year and age to age, will find it there just the same. The long night of moral darkness which culminated71 in the fifteenth century, though it hid the Bible, did not destroy it. Luther at last found and brought it out into the broad light of general study and criticism. For generations it has been assailed72 on every side, but it stands in the calm, unchanging strength that yonder mountain would maintain, were it surrounded by children shooting against it with arrows. Believe me, I do not fear for the Bible. If all the light of human knowledge were turned upon it in one burning focus, its intrinsic truth would only be revealed more clearly; and if superstition73, as in the past, or infidelity, as was the case in France, creates temporary darkness, the moment that, in the light of returning reason, men look for the Bible, they find it like a great solemn mountain, that cannot be moved while the world lasts, just where God has placed it."
"Mr. Hemstead, don't you know that young gentlemen do not talk to young ladies as you do to me?"
"You know very well that I am not a society man."
"O, I'm not complaining. I rather like to be talked to as if I had some brains, and was not a doll. If you are so sure about the Bible, why do you fear to have me read arguments against it?"
"I am not so sure about you. If I should listen to a plausible74 story against you, without knowing you or giving you a fair hearing, I might come to be prejudiced,—to believe you very unworthy,—when the reverse would be true. So the minds of many, from reading books of this nature, and not giving the Bible a fair hearing, become poisoned and prejudiced."
"Then why do you read it?"
"For the same reason that would influence a physician to study a disease,—not that he may catch it, but that he may understand and know how to treat it. This book is a mental and moral disease, and I do not wish you to run the risk of catching75 it, though I do not think it would prove fatal if you did. Your own heart and experience would probably correct the error of your head. Such books as these won't answer in times of illness or deep trouble. We turn from them as instinctively76 and certainly as we do from noise, glare, and gayety."
The mountain without was now in the shadow. The early twilight77 of the December evening had darkened the wintry landscape; but the ruddy glow of the hickory fire revealed how beautiful Lottie's face could be, when composed into womanly truth and thoughtfulness.
"I have never had a serious sorrow or illness, and I wonder what I should do if I had?" she queried78 musingly79, as these sombre events, which sooner or later must come into every life, rose up before her.
"I know well what you will do when they come, as come they will to us all," said Hemstead, gently. "As surely as you would cling to a strong arm were you sinking in deep waters, just so surely you will turn to the Bible, and to Him who said, 'Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.'"
The truth, if given a hearing, is ever powerful,—the truths of our own sad experience,—the answering and remedial truth of God. Unexpectedly and unintentionally on her part, both these phases of truth had gained the ear of Lottie Marsden. The sorrowful and suffering days of the future threw back their shadows upon her, and her heart sank at their prospect33; and with the certainty of intuition she recognized the answering truth, and felt that she would indeed be glad to cling to One who had the right and power to utter such tender, reassuring80 words as Hemstead had quoted.
Of all spells, that of truth is the strongest. Under it the impulsive81 girl buried her face in her hands and, with a quick sob82, cried, "O that I were better!"
Then, springing up, she gave Hemstead a strange, earnest look through her tears, as if she would read his soul. But she saw only honest sympathy.
He was about to speak again, but she abruptly83 left the room.
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