John Ward, Preacher

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Chapter I

The eyening bef om Helen Jeffrey's wedding day, the whole household at the rectory came out into the garden.

^^The fact is," said Dr. Howe, smiling good-naturedly at his niece, ^^ the importance of this occasion has made everybody so full of suppressed excitement one can't breathe in the house."

And indeed a wedding in Ashurst had all the charm of novelty. ^' Why, bless my soul," said the rector, '^ let me see : it must be ten — no, twelve years since Mary Drayton was married, and that was our last wedding. Well, we couldn't stand such dissipation oftener ; it would wake us up."

But Ashurst rather prided itself upon being half asleep. The rush and life of newer places had a certain vulgarity ; haste was undignified, it was almost ill bred, and the most striking thing about the village, resting at the feet of its low green hills, was its atmosphere of leisure and repose.

Its grassy road was nearly two miles long, so that Ashurst seemed to cover a great deal of ground, though there were really very few houses. A lane, r leading to the rectory, curled about the foot of East Hill at one end of the road, and at the other was the brick-walled garden of the Misses Woodhouse.

Between these extremes the village had slowly grown ; but its first youth was so far past, no one quite remembered it, and even the trying stage of middle age was over, and its days of growth were ended. This was perhaps because of its distance from the county town, for Mercer was twelve miles away, and there was no prospect of a railroad to unite them. It had been talked of once ; some of the shopkeepers, as well as Mr. Lash, the carpenter, advocated it strenuously at Bulcher's grocery store in the evenings, because, they said, they were at the mercy of Phibbs, the package man, who brought their wares on his slow, creaking cart over the dusty turnpike from Mercer. But others, looking into the future, objected to a convenience which might result in a diminution of what little trade they had. Among the families, however, who did not have to consider *' trade " there was great unanimity, though the Draytons murmured something about the increased value of the land ; possibly not so much with a view to the welfare of Ashurst as because their property extended along the proposed line of the road.

The rector was very firm in his opinion. " Why," said he, mopping his forehead with his big silk handkerchief, *'what do we want with a railroad? My grandfather never thought of such a thing, so I think I can get along without it, and it is a great deal better for the village not to have it."

It would have cnt off one comer of his bam ; and thougli this could not have interfered with the material or spiritual welfare of Ashurst, Dr. Howe's opinion never wavered. And the rector but expressed the feelings of the other ^' families," so that all Ashurst was conscious of relief when the projectors of the railroad went no further than to make a cut at one end of the Drayton pastures ; and that was so long ago that now the earth, which had shown a ragged yellow wound across the soft greei)-> ness of the meadows, was sown by sweet clover and wild roses, and gave no sign of ever having been gashed by picks and shovels.

The Misses Woodhouse's little orchard of gnarled and wrinkled apple-trees came to the edge of the cut on one side, and then sloped down to the kitchen garden and back door of their old house, which in front was shut off from the road by a high brick wall, gray with lichens, and crumbling in places where the mortar had rotted under the creepers and ivy, which hung in heavy festoons over the coping. The tall iron gates had not been closed for years, and, rusting on their hinges, had pressed back against the inner wall, and were almost hidden by the tangle of vines, that were woven in and out of the bars, and waved about in the sunshine from their tops.

The square garden which the wall inclosed was full of cool, green darkness; the trees were the growth of three generations, and the syringas and lilacs were so thick and close they had scarcely light enough for blossoming. The box borders, which edged the straight prim walks, had grown, in spite of clippings, to be almost hedges, so that the paths between them were damp, and the black, hard earth had a film of moss over it. Old-fashioned flowers grew just where their ancestors had stood fifty years before. " I could find the bed of white violets with my eyes shut," said Miss Ruth Woodhouse ; and she knew how far the lilies of the valley spread each spring, and how much it would be necessary to clip, every other year, the big arbor vitse, so that the sunshine might fall upon her bunch of sweet-williams.

Miss Buth was always very generous with her flowers, but now that there was to be a wedding at the rectory she meant to strip the garden of every i blossom she could find, and her nephew was to take them to the church the first thing in the morning.

Gifford Woodhouse had lately returned from Europe, and his three years' travel had not prepared his aunts to treat him as anything but the boy he seemed to them when he left the law school. They still " sent dear Giff " here, or " brought him " there, and arranged his plans for him, in entire unconsciousness that he might have a will of his own. Perhaps the big fellow's silence rather helped the impression, for so long as he did not remonstrate when they bade him do this or that, it was not of so much consequence that, in the end, he did exactly as he pleased. This was not often at variance with the desires of the two sisters, for the wordless influence of his will so enveloped them that his wishes were apt to be theirs. But no one could have been more surprised than the little ladies, had they been told that their nephew's intention of practicing law in the lumber town of Lochhaven had been his own idea.

They had cordially agreed with him when he observed that another lawyer in Ashurst, beside Mr. Denner, would have no other occupation than to make his own will; and they had nodded approvingly when the young man added that it would seem scarcely gracious to settle in Mercer while Mr. Denner still hoped to find clients there, and sat once a V week, for an hour, in a dingy back olBice waiting for them. True, they never came; but Gifford had once read law with Mr. Denner, and knew and { loved the little gentleman, so he could not do a thing which might appear discourteous. And when he further remarked that there seemed to be a good opening in Lockhaven, which was a growing place, and that it would be very jolly to have Helen Jeffrey there when she became Mrs. Ward, the two Misses Woodhouse smiled, and said firmly that they approved of it, and that they would send him to Lockhaven in the spring, and they were glad they had thought of it.

On this June night, they had begged him to take a message to the rectory about the flowers for the wedding. " He is glad enough to go, poor child,'* said Miss Deborah, sighing, when she saw the alacrity with which he started ; '^ he feels her marriage very much, though he is so young."

"Are you sure, dear Deborah ? " asked Miss Ruth, doubtfully. " I never really felt quite certain that he was interested in her."

^^ Certainly I am," answered Miss Deborah, sharply. ^^ I 've always maintained they were made for each other."

But Gifford Woodhouse's pleasant gray eyes, under straight brown brows, showed none of the despair of an unsnooessf ul lovei* ; on the contrary, he whistled softly through his blonde moustache, as he came along the rectory lane, and then walked down the path to join the party in the garden.

The four people who had gathered at the foot of the lawn were very silent ; Dr. Howe, whose cigar glowed and faded like a larger firefly than those which were beginning to spangle the darkness, was the only one ready to talk. " Well," he said, knocking off his cigar ashes on the arm of his chair, *' everything ready for to-morrow, girls ? Trunks packed and gowns trimmed ? We 'U have to keep you, Helen, to see that the house is put in order after aU this turmoil ; don't you think so, Lois ? "

Here the rector yawned secretly.

*' You need n't worry about orrfer, father," Lois said, lifting her head from her cousin's shoulder, her red lower lip pouting a little, ^^but I wish we could keep Helen."

'* Do you hear that, Mr. Ward ? " the rector said. *' Yes, we 're all going to miss the child very much. GHff ord Woodhouse was saying to-day Ashurst would lose a great deal when she went. There 's a compliment for you, Helen ! How that fellow has changed in these three years abroa^d ! He 's quite a man, now. Why, how old is he ? It 's hard for us elders to realize that children grow up."

" Giff Is twenty-six," Lois said.

" Why, to be sure," said Dr. Howe, "so he is ! Of course, I might have known it : he was bom the year your brother was, Lois, and he would have been twenty-six if he 'd Uved. Nice fellow, Grifford is. I 'm sorry he 's not going to practice in Mercer. He has a feeling that it might interfere with Denner in some way. But dear me, Denner never had a ease outside Ashurst in his life. Still, it shows good feeling in the boy ; and I 'm glad he 's going to be in Lockhaven. He'll keep an eye on Helen, and let us know if she behaves with proper dignity. I think you '11 like him, Mr. Ward, — I would say John, — my dear fellow ! "

There was a lack of sympathy on the part of the rector for the man at his side, which made it difficult for him to drop the formal address, and think of him as one of the family. "I respect Ward,'* he said once to his sister, — ^^ I can't help respecting him ; but bless my soul, I wish he was more like other people 1 " There was some thing abo ut t he yonnger maga. Dr«Jbwe did not know just, what, which irritated hyn. Ward's earnestness was positively ag-;^

gressive, he said, and there seemed a sort of undress of the mind in his entire openness and frankness ; his truthfulness, which ignored the courteous deceits of social life, was a kind o£ impropriety.

But John Ward had not noticed either the apology or the omission; no one answered the rector, so he went on talking, for mere occupation.

" I always liked Gifford as a boy," he said ; " he was such a manly fellow, and no blatherskite, talking his elders to death. He never had mnch to say, and when he did talk it was to the point. I remember once seeing him — why, let me see, he could n't have been more than fifteen — breaking a colt in the west pasture. It was one of Bet's fillies, and as black as a coal : you remember her, don't you, Lois ? — a beauty 1 I was coming home from the village early in the morning ; somebody was sick, — let me see, was n't it old Mrs. Drayton? yes, — and I'd been sent. for; it must have been about six, — and there was Gifford struggling with that young mare in the west pasture. He had thrown off his coat, and caught her by the mane and a rope bridle, and he was trying to ride her. That blonde head of his was right against her neck, and when she reared he clung to her till she lifted him off his feet. He got the best of her, though, and the first thing she knew he was on her back. Jove I how she did plunge ! but he mastered her ; he sat superbly. I felt Gifford had the making of a man in him, after that. He inherits his father's pluck. You know Woodhouse made a record at Lookout Mountain ; he was killed the third day."

" Gifford used to say," said Helen, " that he wished he had been bom in time to go into the army."

" There 's a good deal of fight in the boy," said the rector, chuckling. " His aimts were always begging him not to get into rows with the village boys. I even had to caution him myself. ' Never fight, sir,' I 'd say ; * but if you do fight, whip 'em 1 ' Yes, it 's a pity he could n't have been in the army."

" Well," said Lois, impatiently, " Giff would have fought, I know, but he 's so contradictory ! I 've heard him say the Southerners could n't help fighting for secession ; it was a principle to them, and there was no moral wrong about it, he said."

" Oh, nonsense ! " cried the rector ; " these young men, who have n't borne the burden and heat of the day, pretend to instruct us, do they? No moral wrong ? I thought Gifford had some sense I They were condemned by God and man."

" But, uncle Archie," Helen said, slowly, " if they thought they were right, you can't say there was a moral wrong ? "

" Oh, come, come," said Dr. Howe, with an indignant splutter, ^' you don't understand these things my dear, — you 're young yet, Helen. They were wrong .through and through ; so don't be absurd." Then turning half apologetically to John Ward, he added, ^^ You '11 have to keep this child's ideas in order ; I 'm sui'e she never heard such sentiments from me. Mr. Ward will think you have n't been well brought up, Helen. Principle ? Twaddle ! their pockets were what they thought of. All this talk of principle is rubbish."

The rector's face was flushed, and he brought his fist down with emphasis upon the arm of his chair. .^t

" And yet," said John Ward, lifting his thoughtful dark eyes to Dr. Howe's handsome face, " I have always sympathized with a mistaken idea of duty, and I am sure that many Southerners felt they were only doing their duty in fighting for secession and the perpetuation of slavery."

10 JOHN WARD, PRE AC HE tL

" I don't agree with you, sir," said Dr. Howe, whose ideas of hospitality forbade more vigorous speech, but his bushy gray eyebrows were drawn into a frown.

^^I think you are unfair not to admit that," John continued with gentle persistence, while the rector looked at him in silent astonishment, and the two young women smiled at each other in the darhness. Q^ The idea of contradicting father I " Lois whispered.) " They felt," he went on, " that they had found authority for slavery in the Bible, so what else could they do but insist upon it ? "

" Nonsense," said Dr. Howe, forgetting himself, ^^the Bible never taught any such wicked thing. They believed in states rights, and they wanted slavery."

"But," John said, " if they did believe the Bible permitted slavery, what else could they do ? Eoiowing that it is the inspired word of God, and that every action of life is to be decided by it, they had to fight for an institution which they believed sacred, even if their own judgment and inclination did not concede that it was right. If you thought the Bible taught that slavery was right, what could you do ? "

" I never could think anything so absurd," the rector answered, a shade of contempt in his good-natured voice.

"But if you did," John insisted, "even if you were unable to see that it was right, — if the Bible taught it, inculcated it ? "

Dr. Howe laughed impatiently, and flung the end

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of his cigar down into the bushes, where it glowed for a moment like an angry eye. "I — I ? Oh, I *d read some other part of the book," he said. ^' Bat I refuse to think such a crisis possible ; you can always find some other meaning in a text, you know."

"But, uncle Archie," Helen said, "if 'one did think the Bible ta ught something: to which one*s conscience or one's reason could not assent, it seems to me there could be only one thing to do, — give up the Bible I "

" Oh, no," said Dr. Howe, " don't be so extreme, Helen. There would be many things to do ; leave the consideration of slavery, or whatever the supposed wi^ong waa, until you 'd mastered all the virtues of the Bible : time enough to think of an alternative then, — eh. Ward? Well, thank Heaven, the war ^s over, or we 'd have you a rank copperhead. Come I it 's time to go into the house. I don't want any heavy eyes for to-morrow."

" 'WTiat a speech for a minister's wife, Helen ! " liois cried, as they rose. " What would people say if they heard you announce that you * would give ip the Bible ' ? "

" I hope no one will ever bear her say anything so foolish," said Dr. Howe, but John Ward looked at Lois in honest surprise.

"Would it make any difference what people said ? " he asked.

" Oh, I was n't speaking very seriously," Lois answered, laughing, " but still, one does not like to say anything which is unusual, you know, about such things. And of course Helen does n't really mean that she 'd give up the Bible."

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But I do,*' Helen interrupted, smiling ; and she might have said more, for she could not see John^s troubled look in the darkness, but Gifford Woodhouse came down the path to meet them and give Miss Euth's message.

^^ Just in time, young man," said the rector, as Gifford silently took some of John's burden of shawls and cushions, and turned and walked beside him. *^ Here 's Helen giving. Ward an awful idea of her orthodoxy ; come and vouch for the teaching you get at St. Michael's."

Gifford laughed. " What is orth odoxy, doctor ? "

he said. *' I 'm sure I don't i^ow ! "

/ "'The hungry sheep look up and are not fed,'*'

quoted the rector in a burlesque despair. " Why,

v what we believe, boy, — what we believe I The rest

of my flock know^ better, Mr. Ward, I assure you."

^'I don't think we know what we do believe, uncle," Helen said lightly.

" This grows worse and worse," said the rector. " Come, Helen, when an intelligent young woman, I might say a bright young woman, makes a commonplace speech, it is a mental yawn, and denotes exhaustion. You and Lois are tired; run up-stsurs. Vanish! I say. Good night, dear child, and God bless you 1 " |

CHAPTER n,

AsHUBST Rectory, in a green seclusion of vines and creepers, stood close to the lane, — Strawberry Lane it was called, because of a tradition that wild strawberries grew there. The richness of the garden was scarcely kept in bounds by its high fence ; the tops of the bushes looked over it, and climbing roses shed their petals on the path below, and cherries, blossoms, and fruit were picked by the passer-by. ^* There is enough for us inside," said the rector.

The house itself was of gray sto»e, which seemed to have caught, where it was not hidden by Virginia creepers and wistaria, the mellow coloring of the sunset light, which flooded it from a gap in the western hills. Its dormer-windows, their roofs like brown caps bent about their ears, had lattices opening outward; and from one of these Lois Howe, on the evening of Helen's wedding day, had seen her father wandering about the garden, with the red setter at his heels, and had gone down to join him.

^^ I wonder," she said, as she wound her round / young arm in his, which was behind him, and held | his stick, *^ if John Ward has a garden ? I hope so ; Helen is so fond of flowers. But he never said anything about it ; he just went around as though he was in a dream. He was perfectly happy if he could only look at Helen ! "

" Well, that 's right," said the r^tor ; " that 's proper. What else would you have ? The fact is, Lois, you don't like Ward. Now, he is a good fellow; yes, good is just the word for him. Bless my soul, there 's a pitch of virtue about him that is exhausting. But that 's our fault," he added candidly.

^^ Oh, I '11 like him," Lois said quickly, ^^ if he will just make Helen happy."

The rector shook his head. ^^I know how you feel," he said, ^^ and I acknowledge he is odd ; that talk of his last night about slavery being a righteous institution " —

^^ Oh, he did n't say that, father," Lois inter* rupted.

— ^^ was preposterous," continued Dr. Howe, not noticing her ; *^ but he 's earnest, he 's sincere, and I have a great deal of respect for earnestness. And look here, Lois, you must not let anybody see you are not in sympathy with Helen's choice ; be careful of that tongue of yoiurs, child. It 's bad taste to make one's private disappointments public. I wouldn't speak of it even to your aunt Deely, if I were you."

He stooped down to pull some matted grass from about the roots of a laburnum-tree, whose dark leaves were lighted by golden loops of blossoms. ** Thirty-eight years ago," he said, "your mother and I planted this ; we had just come home from our wedding journey, and she had brought this slip from her mother's garden in Virginia. But dear me, I suppose I Ve told you that a dozen times. What ? How to-day brings back that trip of ours ! We came through Lockhaven, but it was by stage-coach. I remember we thought we were so fortunate because the other two passengers got out there, and we had the coach to ourselves. Your mother had a striped ribbon, or gauze, — I don't know what you call it, — on her bonnet, and it kept blowing out of the window of the coach, like a little flag. You young people can go further in less time, when you travel, but you will never know the charm of staging it through the mountains. I declare, I have n't thought of it for years, but to-day brings it all back to me ! "

They had reached the rectory porch, and Dr. Howe settled himself in his wicker chair and lighted his cigar, while Lois sat down on the steps, and began to dig small holes in the gravel with the stick her f £^ther had resigned to her.

The flood of soft lamplight from the open hall door threw the portly figure of the rector into full relief, and, touching Lois's head, as she sat in the shadow at the foot of the steps, with a faint aureole, fell in a broad bright square on the lawn in front of the house. They had begun to speak again of the wedding, when the click of the gate latch and the swinging glimmer of a lantern through the lilacs and syringas warned them that some one was coming, and in another moment the Misses Woodhouse and their nephew stepped across the square of light.

Miss Deborah and Miss Euth were quite unconscious that they gave the impression of carrying Gifford about with them, rather than of being supported by him, for each little lady had passed a determined arm through one of his, and instead of letting her small hand, incased in its black silk mitt, rest upon his sleeve, pressed it firmly to her breast.

Ashurst was a place where friendships gi*ew in simplicity as well as strength with the years, and because these three people had been most of the morning at the rectory, an*anging flowers, or moving furniture about, or helping with some dainty cooking, and then had gone to the church at noon for the wedding, they saw no reason why they should not come again in the evening. So the sisters had put on their second-best black silks, and, summoning Gifford, had walked through the twilight to the rectory. Miss Deborah Woodhouse had a genius for economy, which gave her great pleasure and involved but slight extra expense to the household, and she would have felt it a shocking extravagance to have kept on the dress she had worn to the wedding. Miss Euth, who was an artist, the sisters said, and fond of pretty things, reluctantly followed her example.

They sat down now on the rectory porch, and began to talk, in their eager, delicate little voices, of the day's doings. They scarcely noticed that their nephew and Lois had gone into the fragrant dusk of the garden. It did not interest them that the young people should wish to see, as Gifford had said, how the sunset light lingered behind the hills ; and when they had exhausted the subject of the wedding. Miss Ruth was anxious to ask the rector about his greenhouse and the relative value of leaf mould and bone dressing, so they gave no thought to the two who still delayed among the flowers.

This was not surprising. Gifford and Lqis had known each other all their lives. They had quarreled and made up with kisses, and later on had quarreled and made up without the kisses, but they had always felt themselves the most cordial and simple friends. Then had come the time when Gifford must go to college, and Lois had only seen him in his short vacations; and these gradually became far from pleasant. ^^ Gifford has changed," she said petulantly. ^^He is so polite to me," she complained to Helen ; not that Gifford had ever been rude, but he had been brotherly.

He once asked her for a rose from a bunch she had fastened in her dress. ^^Why don't you pick one yourself, Giff ? " she said simply ; and afterwards, with a sparkle of indignant tears in her eyes and with a quick impatience which made her an amusing copy of her father, she said to Helen, ^^ I suppose he meant to treat me as though I was some fine young lady. Why can't he be just the old Giff ? " And when he came back from Europe, she declared he was still worse.

Yet even in Aeir estrangement they united in devotion to Helen. It was to Helen they appealed in aU their difEerences, which were many, and her judgment was final; Lois never doubted it, even though Helen generally thought Gifford was in the right. So now, when her cousin had left her, she was at least sure of the young man's sympathy.

She was glad that he was going to practice in Lockhaven ; he would be near Helen, and make the new place less lonely for her, she said, once. And Helen had smiled, as though she could be lonely where John was !

They walked now between the borders, where old-fashioned flowers crowded together, towards the stone bench. This was a slab of sandstone, worn and flaked by weather, and set on two low posts ; it leaned a little against the trunk of a silver-poplar tree, which served for a back, and it looked like an altar ready for the sacrifice. The thick blossoming grass, which the mower's scythe had been unable to reach, grew high about the comers ; three or four stone steps led up to it, but they had been laid so long ago they were sunken at one side or the other, and almost hidden by moss and wild violets. Quite close to the bench a spring bubbled out of the hillside, and ran singing through a hollowed locust log, which was mossy green where the water had overflowed, with a musical drip, upon the grass undemeath.

They stood a moment looking towards the west, where a golden dust seemed blown across the sky, up into the darkness ; then Lois took her seat upon the bench. " When do you think you will get oflf, GifiE?" she said.