She watched him furtively1 from her bedroom window, whither she had fled from Mrs. Tanner's exclamations2. He wore his stylish3 derby tilted4 down over his left eye and slightly to one side in a most unministerial manner, showing too much of his straw-colored back hair, which rose in a cowlick at the point of contact with the hat, and he looked a small, mean creature as he drove off into the vast beauty of the plain. Margaret, in her indignation, could not help comparing him with the young man who had ridden away from the house two days before.
And he to set up to be a minister of Christ's gospel and talk like that about the Bible and Christ! Oh, what was the church of Christ coming to, to have ministers like that? How ever did he get into the ministry6, anyway? Of course, she knew there were young men with honest doubts who sometimes slid through nowadays, but a mean little silly man like that? How ever did he get in? What a lot of ridiculous things he had said! He was one of those described in the Bible who "darken counsel with words." He was not worth noticing. And yet, what a lot of harm he could do in an unlearned community. Just see how Mrs. Tanner hung upon his words, as though they were law and gospel! How could she?
Margaret found herself trembling yet over the words he had spoken about Christ, the atonement, and the faith. They meant so much to her and to her mother and father. They were not mere8 empty words of tradition that she believed because she had been taught. She had lived her faith and proved it; and she could not help feeling it like a personal insult to have him speak so of her Saviour9. She turned away and took her Bible to try and get a bit of calmness.
She fluttered the leaves for something—she could not just tell what—and her eye caught some of the verses that her father had marked for her before she left home for college, in the days when he was troubled for her going forth10 into the world of unbelief.
As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in him: Rooted and built up in him, and established in the faith, as ye have been taught, abounding11 therein with thanksgiving. Beware lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after the tradition of men, after the rudiments12 of the world, and not after Christ. For in him dwelleth all the fullness of the Godhead bodily....
How the verses crowded upon one another, standing13 out clearly from the pages as she turned them, marked with her father's own hand in clear ink underlinings. It almost seemed as if God had looked ahead to these times and set these words down just for the encouragement of his troubled servants who couldn't understand why faith was growing dim. God knew about it, had known it would be, all this doubt, and had put words here just for troubled hearts to be comforted thereby14.
For I know whom I have believed [How her heart echoed to that statement!], and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day.
And on a little further:
Nevertheless the foundation of God standeth sure, having this seal, The Lord knoweth them that are his.
There was a triumphant15 look to the words as she read them.
Then over in Ephesians her eye caught a verse that just seemed to fit that poor blind minister:
Having the understanding darkened, being alienated16 from the life of God through the ignorance that is in them, because of the blindness of their heart.
And yet he was set to guide the feet of the blind into the way of life! And he had looked on her as one of the ignorant. Poor fellow! He couldn't know the Christ who was her Saviour or he never would have spoken in that way about Him. What could such a man preach? What was there left to preach, but empty words, when one rejected all these doctrines17? Would she have to listen to a man like that Sunday after Sunday? Did the scholars in her school, and their parents, and the young man out at the camp, and his rough, simple-hearted companions have to listen to preaching from that man, when they listened to any? Her heart grew sick within her, and she knelt beside her bed for a strengthening word with the Christ who since her little childhood had been a very real presence in her life.
When she arose from her knees she heard the kitchen door slam down-stairs and the voice of Bud calling his mother. She went to her door and opened it, listening a moment, and then called the boy.
There was a dead silence for an instant after her voice was heard, and then Bud appeared at the foot of the stairs, very frowning as to brow, and very surly as to tone:
"What d'ye want?"
It was plain that Bud was "sore."
"Bud,"—Margaret's voice was sweet and a bit cool as she leaned over the railing and surveyed the boy; she hadn't yet got over her compulsory18 ride with that minister—"I wanted to ask you, please, next time you can't keep an appointment with me don't ask anybody else to take your place. I prefer to pick out my own companions. It was all right, of course, if you had to go somewhere else, but I could easily have gone alone or waited until another time. I'd rather not have you ask Mr. West to go anywhere with me again."
Bud's face was a study. It cleared suddenly and his jaw19 dropped in surprise; his eyes fairly danced with dawning comprehension and pleasure, and then his brow drew down ominously20.
"I never ast him," he declared, vehemently21. "He told me you wanted him to go, and fer me to get out of the way 'cause you didn't want to hurt my feelings. Didn't you say nothing to him about it at all this morning?"
"No, indeed!" said Margaret, with flashing eyes.
"Well, I just thought he was that kind of a guy. I told ma he was lying, but she said I didn't understand young ladies, and, of course, you didn't want me when there was a man, and especially a preacher, round. Some preacher he is! This 's the second time I've caught him lying. I think he's the limit. I just wish you'd see our missionary22. If he was here he'd beat the dust out o' that poor stew23. He's some man, he is. He's a regular white man, our missionary! Just you wait till he gets back."
Margaret drew a breath of relief. Then the missionary was a real man, after all. Oh, for his return!
"Well, I'm certainly very glad it wasn't your fault, Bud. I didn't feel very happy to be turned off that way," said the teacher, smiling down upon the rough head of the boy.
"You bet it wasn't my fault!" said the boy, vigorously. "I was sore's a pup at you, after you'd made a date and all, to do like that; but I thought if you wanted to go with that guy it was up to you."
"Well, I didn't and I don't. You'll please understand hereafter that I'd always rather have your company than his. How about going down to the school-house some time to-day? Have you time?"
"Didn't you go yet?" The boy's face looked as if he had received a kingdom, and his voice had a ring of triumph.
"We drove down there, but I didn't care to go in without you, so we came back."
"Wanta go now?" The boy's face fairly shone.
"I'd love to. I'll be ready in three minutes. Could we carry some books down?"
"I shall enjoy a walk. I want to find out just how far it is, for I shall have to walk every day, you know."
"That'll be very nice sometimes, but I'm afraid I'd get spoiled if you babied me all the time that way. I'll be right down."
They went out together into the sunshine and wideness of the morning, and it seemed a new day had been created since she got back from her ride with the minister. She looked at the sturdy, honest-eyed boy beside her, and was glad to have him for a companion.
Just in front of the school-house Margaret paused. "Oh, I forgot! The key! Mr. West has the key in his pocket! We can't get in, can we?"
"Aw, we don't need a key," said her escort. "Just you wait!" And he whisked around to the back of the building, and in about three minutes his shock head appeared at the window. He threw the sash open and dropped out a wooden box. "There!" he said, triumphantly26, "you c'n climb up on that, cantcha? Here, I'll holdya steady. Take holta my hand."
And so it was through the front window that the new teacher of the Ridge27 School first appeared on her future scene of action and surveyed her little kingdom.
Bud threw open the shutters28, letting the view of the plains and the sunshine into the big, dusty room, and showed her the new blackboard with great pride.
"There's a whole box o' chalk up on the desk, too; 'ain't never been opened yet. Dad said that was your property. Want I should open it?"
"Why, yes, you might, and then we'll try the blackboard, won't we?"
Bud went to work gravely opening the chalk-box as if it were a small treasure-chest, and finally produced a long, smooth stick of chalk and handed it to her with shining eyes.
"You try it first, Bud," said the teacher, seeing his eagerness; and the boy went forward awesomely30, as if it were a sacred precinct and he unworthy to intrude32.
Shyly, awkwardly, with infinite painstaking33, he wrote in a cramped34 hand, "William Budlong Tanner," and then, growing bolder, "Ashland, Arizona," with a big flourish underneath35.
"Some class!" he said, standing back and regarding his handiwork with pride. "Say, I like the sound the chalk makes on it, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," said Margaret, heartily36, "so smooth and business-like, isn't it? You'll enjoy doing examples in algebra37 on it, won't you?"
"Good night! Algebra! Me? No chance. I can't never get through the arithmetic. The last teacher said if he'd come back twenty years from now he'd still find me working compound interest."
"Well, we'll prove to that man that he wasn't much of a judge of boys," said Margaret, with a tilt5 of her chin and a glint of her teacher-mettle showing in her eyes. "If you're not in algebra before two months are over I'll miss my guess. We'll get at it right away and show him."
Bud watched her, charmed. He was beginning to believe that almost anything she tried would come true.
"Now, Bud, suppose we get to work. I'd like to get acquainted with my class a little before Monday. Isn't it Monday school opens? I thought so. Well, suppose you give me the names of the scholars and I'll write them down, and that will help me to remember them. Where will you begin? Here, suppose you sit down in the front seat and tell me who sits there and a little bit about him, and I'll write the name down; and then you move to the next seat and tell me about the next one, and so on. Will you?"
"Sure!" said Bud, entering into the new game. "But it ain't a 'he' sits there. It's Susie Johnson. She's Bill Johnson's smallest girl. She has to sit front 'cause she giggles38 so much. She has yellow curls and she ducks her head down and snickers right out this way when anything funny happens in school." And Bud proceeded to duck and wriggle39 in perfect imitation of the small Susie.
Margaret saw the boy's power of imitation was remarkable40, and laughed heartily at his burlesque41. Then she turned and wrote "Susie Johnson" on the board in beautiful script.
Bud watched with admiration42, saying softly under his breath; "Gee! that's great, that blackboard, ain't it?"
Amelia Schwartz came next. She was long and lank43, with the buttons off the back of her dress, and hands and feet too large for her garments. Margaret could not help but see her in the clever pantomime the boy carried on. Next was Rosa Rogers, daughter of a wealthy cattleman, the pink-cheeked, blue-eyed beauty of the school, with all the boys at her feet and a perfect knowledge of her power over them. Bud didn't, of course, state it that way, but Margaret gathered as much from his simpering smile and the coy way he looked out of the corner of his eyes as he described her.
Down the long list of scholars he went, row after row, and when he came to the seats where the boys sat his tone changed. She could tell by the shading of his voice which boys were the ones to look out for.
Jed Brower, it appeared, was a name to conjure44 with. He could ride any horse that ever stood on four legs, he could outshoot most of the boys in the neighborhood, and he never allowed any teacher to tell him what to do. He was Texas Brower's only boy, and always had his own way. His father was on the school board. Jed Brower was held in awe29, even while his methods were despised, by some of the younger boys. He was big and powerful, and nobody dared fool with him. Bud did not exactly warn Margaret that she must keep on the right side of Jed Brower, but he conveyed that impression without words. Margaret understood. She knew also that Tad Brooks45, Larry Parker, Jim Long, and Dake Foster were merely henchmen of the worthy31 Jed, and not negligible quantities when taken by themselves. But over the name of Timothy Forbes—"Delicate Forbes," Bud explained was his nickname—the boy lingered with that loving inflection of admiration that a younger boy will sometimes have for a husky, courageous46 older lad. The second time Bud spoke7 of him he called him "Forbeszy," and Margaret perceived that here was Bud's model of manhood. Delicate Forbes could outshoot and outride even Jed Brower when he chose, and his courage with cattle was that of a man. Moreover, he was good to the younger boys and wasn't above pitching baseball with them when he had nothing better afoot. It became evident from the general description that Delicate Forbes was not called so from any lack of inches to his stature47. He had a record of having licked every man teacher in the school, and beaten by guile48 every woman teacher they had had in six years. Bud was loyal to his admiration, yet it could be plainly seen that he felt Margaret's greatest hindrance49 in the school would be Delicate Forbes.
Margaret mentally underlined the names in her memory that belonged to the back seats in the first and second rows of desks, and went home praying that she might have wisdom and patience to deal with Jed Brower and Timothy Forbes, and through them to manage the rest of her school.
She surprised Bud at the dinner-table by handing him a neat diagram of the school-room desks with the correct names of all but three or four of the scholars written on them. Such a feat50 of memory raised her several notches51 in his estimation.
"Say, that's going some! Guess you won't forget nothing, no matter how much they try to make you."
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