Deacon Hurst is fond of the dog as well as of that noble animal the horse (he has three copies of “Black Beauty” in his stable, which would do an incalculable amount of good if they were ever read!); and he usually has half a dozen dogs of his own, with pedigrees long enough for a poor gentlewoman in a New England village. He told Harry that the Saint Bernards were grandsons of Sir Bevidere, the “finest dog of his time in the world, sir;” that they were perfectly7 marked and very large for their age (which Harry found it easy to believe of the young giants), and that they were “ridiculous, sir, at the figger of two hundred and fifty!” (which Harry did not believe so readily); and, after Harry had admired and studied the dogs for the space of half an hour, he dropped the price, in a kind of spasm8 of generosity9, to two hundred dollars. Harry was tempted10 to close the bargain on the spot, hot-headed, but he decided11 to wait and prepare his mother for such a large addition to the stable.
The more he dwelt on the subject the more he longed to buy the dogs.
In fact, a time comes to every healthy man when he wants a dog, just as a time comes when he wants a wife; and Harry's dog was dead. By consequence, Harry was in the state of sensitive affection and desolation to which a promising12 new object makes the most moving appeal. The departed dog (Bruce by name) had been a Saint Bernard; and Deacon Hurst found one of the puppies to have so much the expression of countenance13 of the late Bruce that he named him Bruce on the spot—a little before Harry joined the group. Harry did not at first recognize this resemblance, but he grew to see it; and, combined with the dog's affectionate disposition14, it softened15 his heart. By the time he told his mother he was come to quoting Hurst's adjectives as his own.
“Beauties, mother,” says Harry, with sparkling eyes; “the markings are perfect—couldn't be better; and their heads are shaped just right! You can't get such watch-dogs in the world! And, for all their enormous strength, gentle as a lamb to women and children! And, mother, one of them looks like Bruce!”
“I suppose they would want to be housedogs,” says Mrs. Lossing, a little dubiously16, but looking fondly at Harry's handsome face; “you know, somehow, all our dogs, no matter how properly they start in a kennel17, end by being so hurt if we keep them there that they come into the house. And they are so large, it is like having a pet lion about.”
“These dogs, mother, shall never put a paw in the house.”
“Well, I hope just as I get fond of them they will not have the distemper and die!” said Mrs. Lossing; which speech Harry rightly took for the white flag of surrender.
That evening he went to find Hurst and clinch19 the bargain. As it happened, Hurst was away, driving an especially important political personage to an especially important political council. The day following was a Sunday; but, by this time, Harry was so bent20 upon obtaining the dogs that he had it in mind to go to Hurst's house for them in the afternoon. When Harry wants anything, from Saint Bernards to purity in politics, he wants it with an irresistible21 impetus22! If he did wrong, his error was linked to its own punishment. But this is anticipating, if not presuming; I prefer to leave Harry Lossing's experience to paint its own moral without pushing. The event that happened next was Harry's pulling out his check-book and beginning to write a check, remarking, with a slight drooping23 of his eyelids24, “Best catch the deacon's generosity on the fly, or it may make a home run!”
Then he let the pen fall on the blotter, for he had remembered the day. After an instant's hesitation25 he took a couple of hundred-dollar bank-notes out of a drawer (I think they were gifts for his two sisters on Christmas day, for he is a generous brother; and most likely there would be some small domestic joke about engravings to go with them); these he placed in the right-hand pocket of his waistcoat. In his left-hand waistcoat pocket were two five-dollar notes.
Harry was now arrayed for church. He was a figure to please any woman's eye, thought his mother, as she walked beside him, and gloried silently in his six feet of health and muscle and dainty cleanliness. He was in a most amiable26 mood, what with the Saint Bernards and the season. As they approached the cathedral close, Harry, not for the first time, admired the pure Gothic lines of the cathedral, and the soft blending of grays in the stone with the warmer hues27 of the brown network of Virginia creeper that still fluttered, a remnant of the crimson28 adornings of autumn. Beyond were the bare, square outlines of the old college, with a wooden cupola perched on the roof, like a little hat on a fat man, the dull-red tints29 of the professors' houses, and the withered30 lawns and bare trees. The turrets31 and balconies and arched windows of the boys' school displayed a red background for a troop of gray uniforms and blazing buttons; the boys were forming to march to church. Opposite the boys' school stood the modest square brick house that had served the first bishop32 of the diocese during laborious33 years. Now it was the dean's residence. Facing it, just as you approached the cathedral, the street curved into a half-circle on either side, and in the centre the granite34 soldier on his shaft35 looked over the city that would honor him. Harry saw the tall figure of the dean come out of his gate, the long black skirts of his cassock fluttering under the wind of his big steps. Beside him skipped and ran, to keep step with him, a little man in ill-fitting black, of whose appearance, thus viewed from the rear, one could only observe stooping shoulders and iron-gray hair that curled at the ends.
“He must be the poor missionary36 who built his church himself,” Mrs. Lossing observed; “he is not much of a preacher, the dean said, but he is a great worker and a good pastor37.”
“So much the better for his people, and the worse for us!” says Harry, cheerfully.
“Why?”
“Naturally. We shall get the poor sermon and they will get the good pastoring!”
Then Harry caught sight of a woman's frock and a profile that he knew, and thought no more of the preacher, whoever he might be.
But he was in the chancel in plain view, after the procession of choir-boys had taken their seats. He was an elderly man with thin cheeks and a large nose. He had one of those great, orotund38 voices that occasionally roll out of little men, and he read the service with a misjudged effort to fill the building. The building happened to have peculiarly fine acoustic39 properties; but the unfortunate man roared like him of Bashan. There was nothing of the customary ecclesiastical dignity and monotony about his articulation40; indeed, it grew plain and plainer to Harry that he must have “come over” from some franker and more emotional denomination41. It seemed quite out of keeping with his homely42 manner and crumpled43 surplice that this particular reader should intone. Intone, nevertheless, he did; and as badly as mortal man well could! It was not so much that his voice or his ear went wrong; he would have had a musical voice of the heavy sort, had he not bellowed44; neither did his ear betray him; the trouble seemed to be that he could not decide when to begin; now he began too early, and again, with a startled air, he began too late, as if he had forgotten.
“I hope he will not preach,” thought Harry, who was absorbed in a rapt contemplation of his sweetheart's back hair. He came back from a tender revery (by way of a little detour46 into the furniture business and the establishment that a man of his income could afford) to the church and the preacher and his own sins, to find the strange clergyman in the pulpit, plainly frightened, and bawling47 more loudly than ever under the influence of fear. He preached a sermon of wearisome platitudes48; making up for lack of thought by repetition, and shouting himself red in the face to express earnestness. “Fourth-class Methodist effort,” thought the listener in the Lossing pew, stroking his fair mustache, “with Episcopal decorations! That man used to be a Methodist minister, and he was brought into the fold by a high-churchman. Poor fellow, the Methodist church polity has a place for such fellows as he; but he is a stray sheep with us. He doesn't half catch on to the motions; yet I'll warrant he is proud of that sermon, and his wife thinks it one of the great efforts of the century.” Here Harry took a short rest from the sermon, to contemplate49 the amazing moral phenomenon: how robust50 can be a wife's faith in a commonplace husband!
“Now, this man,” reflected Harry, growing interested in his own fancies, “this man never can have LIVED! He doesn't know what it is to suffer, he has only vegetated51! Doubtless, in a prosaic52 way, he loves his wife and children; but can a fellow who talks like him have any delicate sympathies or any romance about him? He looks honest; I think he is a right good fellow and works like a soldier; but to be so stupid as he is, ought to HURT!”
Harry felt a whimsical moving of sympathy towards the preacher. He wondered why he continually made gestures with the left arm, never with his right.
“It gives a one-sided effect to his eloquence,” said he. But he thought that he understood when an unguarded movement revealed a rent which had been a mended place in the surplice.
“Poor fellow,” said Harry. He recalled how, as a boy, he had gone to a fancy-dress ball in Continental53 smallclothes, so small that he had been strictly54 cautioned by his mother and sisters not to bow except with the greatest care, lest he rend18 his magnificence and reveal that it was too tight to allow an inch of underclothing. The stockings, in particular, had been short, and his sister had providently55 sewed them on to the knee-breeches, and to guard against accidents still further, had pinned as well as sewed, the pins causing Harry much anguish56.
“Poor fellow!” said Harry again, “I wonder is HE pinned somewhere? I feel like giving him a lift; he is so prosy it isn't likely anyone else will feel moved to help.”
Thus it came about that when the dean announced that the alms this day would be given to the parish of our friend who had just addressed us; and the plate paused before the Lossing pew, Harry slipped his hand into his waistcoat pocket after those two five-dollar notes.
I should explain that Harry being a naturally left-handed boy, who has laboriously57 taught himself the use of his right hand, it is a family joke that he is like the inhabitants of Nineveh, who could not tell their right hand from their left. But Harry himself has always maintained that he can tell as well as the next man.
Out drifted the flock of choir-boys singing, “For thee, oh dear, dear country,” and presently, following them, out drifted the congregation; among the crowd the girl that Harry loved, not so quickly that he had not time for a look and a smile (just tinged58 with rose); and because she was so sweet, so good, so altogether adorable, and because she had not only smiled but blushed, and, unobserved, he had touched the fur of her jacket, the young man walked on air.
He did not remember the Saint Bernards until after the early Sunday dinner, and during the after-dinner cigar. He was sitting in the library, before some blazing logs, at peace with all the world. To him, thus, came his mother and announced that the dean and “that man who preached this morning, you know,” were waiting in the other room.
“They seem excited,” said she, “and talk about your munificence59. What HAVE you been doing?”
“Appear to make a great deal of fuss over ten dollars,” said Harry, lightly, as he sauntered out of the door.
The dean greeted him with something almost like confusion in his cordiality; he introduced his companion as the Rev45. Mr. Gilling.
“Mr. Gilling could not feel easy until he had——”
“Made sure about there being no mistake,” interrupted Mr. Gilling; “I—the sum was so great———”
A ghastly suspicion shot like a fever-flush over Harry's mind. Could it be possible? There were the two other bills; could he have given one of them? Given that howling dervish a hundred dollars? The thought was too awful!
“It was really not enough for you to trouble yourself,” he said; “I dare say you are thanking the wrong man.” He felt he must say something.
To his surprise the dean colored, while the other clergyman answered, in all simplicity60:
“No, sir, no, sir. I know very well. The only other bill, except dollars, on the plate, the dean here gave, and the warden61 remembers that you put in two notes—I”—he grew quite pale—“I can't help thinking you maybe intended to put in only ONE!” His voice broke, he tried to control it. “The sum is so VERY large!” quavered he.
“I have given him BOTH bills, two hundred dollars!” thought Harry. He sat down. He was accustomed to read men's faces, and plainly as ever he had read, he could read the signs of distress62 and conflict on the prosaic, dull features before him.
“I INTENDED to put in two bills,” said he. Gilling gave a little gasp—so little, only a quick ear could have caught it; but Harry's ear is quick. He twisted one leg around the other, a further sign of deliverance of mind.
“Well, sir, well, Mr. Lossing,” he remarked, clearing his throat, “I cannot express to you properly the—the appreciation63 I have of your—your PRINCELY gift!” (Harry changed a groan64 into a cough and tried to smile.) “I would like to ask you, however, HOW you would like it to be divided. There are a number of worthy65 causes: the furnishing of the church, which is in charge of the Ladies' Aid Society; they are very hard workers, the ladies of our church. And there is the Altar Guild66, which has the keeping of the altar in order. They are mostly young girls, and they used to wash my things—I mean the vestments” (blushing)—“but they—they were so young they were not careful, and my wife thought she had best wash the—vestments herself, but she allowed them to laundry the other—ah, things.” There was the same discursiveness67 in his talk as in his sermon, Harry thought; and the same uneasy restlessness of manner. “Then, we give to—various causes, and—and there is, also, my own salary——”
“That is what it was intended for,” said Harry. “I hope the two hundred dollars will be of some use to you, and then, indirectly68, it will help your church.”
Harry surprised a queer glance from the dean's brown eyes; there was both humor and a something else that was solemn enough in it. The dean had believed that there was a mistake.
“All of it! To ME!” cried Gilling.
“All of it. To YOU,” Harry replied, dryly. He was conscious of the dean's gaze upon him. “I had a sudden impulse,” said he, “and I gave it; that is all.”
The tears rose to the clergyman's eyes; he tried to wink69 them away, then he tried to brush them away with a quick rub of his fingers, then he sprang up and walked to the window, his back to Harry. Directly he was facing the young man again, and speaking.
“You must excuse me, Mr. Lossing; since my sickness a little thing upsets me.”
“Mr. Gilling had diphtheria last spring,” the dean struck in, “there was an epidemic70 of diphtheria, in Matin's Junction71; Mr. Gilling really saved the place; but his wife and he both contracted the disease, and his wife nearly died.”
Harry remembered some story that he had heard at the time—his eyes began to light up as they do when he is moved.
“Why, YOU are the man that made them disinfect their houses,” cried he, “and invented a little oven or something to steam mattresses72 and things. You are the man that nursed them and buried them when the undertaker died. You digged graves with your own hands—I say, I should like to shake hands with you!”
Gilling shook hands, submissively, but looking bewildered.
He cleared his throat. “Would you mind, Mr. Lossing, if I took up your time so far as to tell you what so overcame me?”
“I should be glad——”
“You see, sir, my wife was the daughter of the Episcopal minister—I mean the rector, at the town—well, it wasn't a town, it was two or three towns off in Shelby County where I had my circuit. You may be surprised, sir, to know that I was once a Methodist minister.”
“Is it possible?” said Harry.
“Yes, sir. Her father—my wife's, I mean—was about as high a churchman as he could be, and be married. He induced me to join our communion; and very soon after I was married. I hope, Mr. Lossing, you'll come and see us some time, and see my wife. She—are you married?”
“I am not so fortunate.”
“A good wife cometh from the Lord, sir, SURE! I thought I appreciated mine, but I guess I didn't. She had two things she wanted, and one I did want myself; but the other—I couldn't seem to bring my mind to it, no—anyhow! We hadn't any children but one that died four years ago, a little baby. Ever since she died my wife has had a longing73 to have a stained-glass window, with the picture, you know, of Christ blessing74 little children, put into our little church. In Memoriam, you know. Seems as if, now we've lost the baby, we think all the more of the church. Maybe she was a sort of idol75 to us. Yes, sir, that's one thing my wife fairly longed for. We've saved our money, what we COULD save; there are so many calls; during the sickness, last winter, the sick needed so many things, and it didn't seem right for us to neglect them just for our baby's window; and—the money went. The other thing was different. My wife has got it into her head I have a fine voice. And she's higher church than I am; so she has always wanted me to INTONE. I told her I'd look like a fool intoning, and there's no mistake about it, I DO! But she couldn't see it that way. It was 'most the only point wherein we differed; and last spring, when she was so sick, and I didn't know but I'd lose her, it was dreadful to me to think how I'd crossed her. So, Mr. Lossing, when she got well I promised her, for a thank-offering, I'd intone. And I have ever since. My people know me so well, and we've been through so much together, that they didn't make any fuss—though they are not high—fact is, I'm not high myself. But they were kind and considerate, and I got on pretty well at home; but when I came to rise up in that great edifice76, before that cultured and intellectual audience, so finely dressed, it did seem to me I could NOT do it! I was sorely tempted to break my promise. I was, for a fact.” He drew a long breath. “I just had to pray for grace, or I never would have pulled through. I had the sermon my wife likes best with me; but I know it lacks—it lacks—it isn't what you need! I was dreadfully scared and I felt miserable77 when I got up to preach it—and then to think that you were—but it is the Lord's doing and marvellous in our eyes! I don't know what Maggie will say when I tell her we can get the window. The best she hoped was I'd bring back enough so the church could pay me eighteen dollars they owe on my salary. And now—it's wonderful! Why, Mr. Lossing, I've been thinking so much and wanting so to get that window for her, that, hearing the dean wanted some car-pentering done, I thought maybe, as I'm a fair carpenter—that was my trade once, sir—I'd ask him to let ME do the job. I was aware there is nothing in our rules—I mean our canons—to prevent me, and nobody need know I was the rector of Matin's Junction, because I would come just in my overalls78. There is a cheap place where I could lodge79, and I could feed myself for almost nothing, living is so cheap. I was praying about that, too. Now, your noble generosity will enable me to donate what they owe on my salary, and get the window too!”
“Take my advice,” said Harry, “donate nothing. Say nothing about this gift; I will take care of the warden, and I can answer for the dean.”
“Yes,” said the dean, “on the whole, Gilling, you would better say nothing, I think; Mr. Lossing is more afraid of a reputation for generosity than of the small-pox.”
The older man looked at Harry with glistening80 eyes of admiration81; with what Christian82 virtues83 of humility84 he was endowing that embarrassed young man, it is painful to imagine.
The dean's eyes twinkled above his handkerchief, which hid his mouth, as he rose to make his farewells. He shook hands, warmly. “God bless you, Harry,” said he. Gilling, too, wrung85 Harry's hands; he was seeking some parting word of gratitude86, but he could only choke out, “I hope you will get MARRIED some time, Mr. Lossing, then you'll understand.”
“Well,” said Harry, as the door closed, and he flung out his arms and his chest in a huge sigh, “I do believe it was better than the puppies!”
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