As the sun sank in a smother12 of purple and red behind the hills, they saw the church and monastery13. The bells were chanting their call to evening prayer.
The Boy held his breath in silent ecstasy14. He had never heard anything like it before. It was wonderful—those sweet notes echoing over hill and valley in the solemn hush15 of the gathering16 twilight17.
They waited for the priests to emerge from the chapel18 before making their presence known. Through the open windows the deep solemn throb19 of the organ pealed21. The soul of the Boy rose enchanted22 on new wings whose power he had never dreamed. Hidden depths were sounded of whose existence he could not know. There was no organ in the little bare log church the Baptists had built near his father's farm in Mississippi. His father and mother were Baptists and of course he was going to be a Baptist some day. But why didn't they have stained glass windows like those through which he saw the light now streaming—wonderful flashing lights, whose colors seemed to pour from the soul of the organ. And why didn't they have a great organ?
He was going to like these Roman Catholics. He wondered what his mother would say to that?
It all seemed so familiar, too. Where had he heard those bells? Where had he heard the peal20 of that organ and seen the flash of those gorgeous lights? In the sky at sunset perhaps, and in the rumble23 of the storm. Maybe in dreams—and now they had come true.
In a few months, he found himself the only Protestant boy in school and the smallest of all the scholars. The monks were kind. They seemed somehow to love him better than the others. Father Wallace reminded him of his big brother. He was so gentle.
The Boy made up his mind to join the Catholic Church and went straight to Father Wilson, the venerable head of the college.
The old man smiled pleasantly:
"And why do you wish this, my son?"
"Oh, it's so much more beautiful than the Baptist Church. Besides it's so much easier—"
"Indeed?"
"Yes, sir. The Baptists have such a hard time getting religion. They seek and mourn so long—"
"Really?"
"Indeed they do—yes, sir—I've seen stubborn sinners mourn all summer in three protracted24 meetings and then not come through!"
"And you don't like that sort of penance25?"
"No, sir. I've always dreaded26 it. And the worst thing is the new converts have to stand right up in church before all the crowd and tell their experience out loud. I'd hate that—"
"And you like our ways better?"
"A great deal better. The Catholics manage things so nicely. All you have to do is to go to church, learn the catechism and the good priests do all the rest—"
"Oh—I see!"
"Yes, sir."
Father Wilson laid his wrinkled hand tenderly on the Boy's head:
"You are very, very young, my son, and you are growing rapidly. What you really need is good Catholic food. Sit down and have a piece of bread and cheese with me."
The Boy sat down and ate the offered bread and cheese in silence.
"I can't join, Father Wilson?" he asked at last.
The priest smiled again:
"No, my son."
"You don't like me, Father?" the boy asked wistfully.
"We like you very much, sir. But we are responsible for the trust your father and mother have put in us. In God's own time when you are older and know the full meaning of your act, I should be glad—but not this way."
The Boy was so small, in fact, that a fine old priest in pity for his tender years had a little bed put in his own room for him to watch the light and shadows in eager young eyes when homesickness threatened. And then he talked of the wonders and glory of Rome on her seven hills by the Tiber, of the Coliseum, the death of Christian27 martyrs28 in the arena—of the splendors29 of St. Peter's, beside whose glory all other churches pale into insignificance30. He lifted the curtain of history and gave the child's mind flashes of the Old World whose pageants31 stretch down the ages into the mists of eternity32.
Of books, the Boy learned little—but the monks kindled33 a light in his soul the years could not dim.
To the other students the old man was not so gentle. They were tougher and he set their tasks accordingly. They rebelled at last and decided34 on revenge. The plot was hatched and all in readiness for its execution. The only problem was how to put the light out in his room.
The Boy held the key to the citadel35. He was on the inside. He could blow the candle out and the thing was done. He refused at first, but the rebels crowded around him and appealed to his sense of loyalty36.
"They can force you to sleep in his room," pleaded the ringleader, "but, by Gimminy, that don't make you a monk3, does it?"
"No, of course not—"
"You're one of us—stand by us. You didn't ask to sleep in his old room, did you?"
"No."
"Well, you're there—the right man in the right place, in the nick of time. Will you stand by us?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just blow out the candle—that's all—we'll do the rest. Will you do it?"
The Boy hesitated, smiled and said:
"Yes—when everything's quiet."
The old man had gone to bed and began to snore. The Boy rose noiselessly and blew the candle out.
Instantly from the darkness without, poured a volley of cabbage heads, squashes, potatoes and biscuits. Not a word was spoken, but the charge of the light brigade was swift and terrible.
The Boy pulled the cover over his head and waited for the storm to pass.
When the light was lit and search made, not a culprit could be found. They were all in bed sound asleep. The only one awake was the Boy in the little bed on which lay scattered37 potatoes, biscuits and cabbage.
The priest drew him from under the cover. His face was stern—the firm mouth rigid38 with anger.
"Did you know they were going to do that, sir?" he asked.
The Boy trembled but held his tongue.
"Answer me, sir!"
"I didn't know just what they were going to do—"
"You knew they were up to something?"
"Yes!"
"And you didn't tell me?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I couldn't be a traitor39, sir."
"To those young rascals—no—but you could betray me—"
"I'm not a monk, Father—"
"Tell me what you know at once, sir, before I thrash you."
"I don't know much," the Boy slowly answered, "and I can't tell you that."
There was a final ring in the tones with which he ended the sentence. The culprit must be punished. It was out of the question that he should whip him—this quiet, gentle, bright little fellow he had grown to love. He was turned over to another—an old monk of fine face and voice full of persuasive40 music.
He took the Boy by the hand and led him up the last flight of stairs to the top of the house and into a tiny bare room. The only piece of furniture was an ominous41 looking cot in the middle of the floor. The Boy had not read the history of the Spanish Inquisition, but it required no great learning in history or philosophy to guess the use of that machine.
There was no terror in the blue eyes. Their light grew hard with resolution. The monk to whom he had been delivered for punishment was the one of all the monastery who had the kindliest, gentlest face. The Boy had always thought him one of his best friends.
Yet, without a word, he laid the culprit face downward on the strange leather couch and drew the straps42 around his slim body. He had dreamed of mercy, but all hope vanished now. He held his breath and set his lips to receive the blow—the first he had ever felt.
The monk took the switch in his hand and hesitated. He loved the bright, handsome lad. The task was harder than he thought.
He knelt beside the cot and put his hand on the dark little head:
"I hate to strike you, my son—"
"Don't then, Father," was the eager answer.
"I've always had a very tender spot in my heart for you. Tell me what you know and it'll be all right."
"I can't—"
"No matter how little, and I'll let you off."
"Will you?"
"I promise."
"I know one thing," the Boy said with a smile.
"Yes?"
"I know who blew out the light."
"Good!"
"If I tell you that much, you'll let me off?"
"Yes, my son."
The little head wagged doubtfully:
"Honest, now, Father?"
"I give you my solemn word."
"I blew it out!"
The fine old face twitched43 with suppressed laughter as he loosed the straps, sat down on the cot and drew the youngster in his lap.
"You're a bright chap, my son. You'll go far in this world some day. A great diplomat44 perhaps, but the road you've started on to-night can only lead you at last into a blind alley7. You know now that I love you, don't you?"
"Yes, Father."
"Come now, my Boy, there's too much strength and character in those fine eyes and that splendid square chin and jaw45 for you to let roistering fools lead you by the nose. You wouldn't have gotten into that devilment if they hadn't persuaded you—now would you?"
"No."
"All right. Use the brain and heart God has given you. Don't let fools use it for their own ends. Do your own thinking. Be your own man. Stand on your own bottom."
And then, in low tones, the fine old face glowing with enthusiasm, the monk talked to his little friend of Truth and Right, of Character and Principle, of Love and God, until the tears began to slowly steal down the rosy46 cheeks.
A new resolution fixed47 itself in the Boy's soul. He would live his own life. No other human being should do it for him.
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creek
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smother
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monastery
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gathering
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twilight
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chapel
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citadel
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traitor
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