But her self analysis always ended in a question, and was left to future answering.
Venna was an enigma to herself to be solved only by truths gained by experience.
To the so-called "broad thinker" of today, Satan comes as "an angel of light."
Mr. Allworth did not call on Mrs. Hadly and Mrs. Halloway. He had his own very unfavorable opinion of Christian Scientists and he didn't think it his duty to encourage such people to come to his church and perhaps introduce their pernicious doctrines among his flock. It was best "to leave well enough alone," he decided in his good old-fashioned way.
But Mr. Soffy called many times. Mr. and Mrs. Halloway liked him immensely. Both found him an excellent listener, and one who made concessions to their ideas in a most pleasing manner. Mr. Halloway was not over enthusiastic over Christian Science, but as his wife was such a devout believer, he fell in line gracefully, and decided it was about as near the truth as any other creed. He was a large, good-natured Englishman, brought up in the Episcopal Church in America, which is so spiritless and conventional that thousands like himself constantly drift away, not because of any dislike or hatred of the Church but from sheer indifference to the religious apathy and lifeless conditions. By contrast the positive convictions and enthusiasm in his wife's religion was, to say the least, attractive. So he tried to enter into her thoughts as far as his big, practical manhood would allow. But there were times when argument would evolve. And more often than not, it would happen so when Mr. Soffy called. Then it was that the minister showed to greatest advantage. With Mr. Halloway, Anna and Venna before him, he had three intelligent minds, all in reality differing considerably. With tact, he handled each one. Offending none, he almost proved that all were right, and left the impression that he was both tactful and broad-minded.
Mr. and Mrs. Halloway declared him "splendid," "an exceptional young man."
Venna acquiesced mildly enough, but with every meeting, her admiration for him increased.
Very often he would "just step in for a few moments" in the afternoon when he knew he would likely find her alone. These were the times Venna enjoyed the most. They would have such heart-to-heart talks upon all subjects. And there was also a great deal of planning to do concerning the affairs of the little church. Venna found herself soon a regular attendant and was early persuaded to take a Sunday School class for the summer.
"We need you so badly," Mr. Soffy had pleaded, and that was enough for Venna's ready sympathy. So she undertook a class of ten year old boys—laughing, rollicking country lads who had the name of being the worst class in the school. Venna soon learned to manage them and had each one "adoring" her before the month was past. "Bud" was her favorite, and every day he made his appearance with a bunch of flowers and a few remarks containing the latest news of Ashfield.
Then her idea of being interested in the young girls materialized into a recreation club, which brought joy to the hearts of the girls and considerable planning to the mind of Venna. Picnics, entertainments for the church, club meetings, etc., were always on the programme, and the life of the Ashfield lassie was a happier affair since Mrs. Hadly entered town. Of course, there were some people who criticized.
"I'm not so sure," remarked Miss Harriet Haskell, "but that the girls are giving less thought to Mission study."
"I fear that it is sadly true," replied her sister Mary dubiously. "These city people will turn our girls' heads with their frivolous ideas. Does it not occur to you, Harriet, that it is rather queer that Mr. Hadly is too busy to come to Ashfield?"
"I should say so, indeed," replied Harriet Haskell, her thin lips tightening in strong disapproval. "Perhaps she's a divorced woman. Nothin' would surprise me now-a-days. We've had some strange 'goin's on' in this town sometimes. We'd better keep our eyes open, I'm thinkin'."
"That we had," returned sister Mary in her mild but sure tone. "Those curls are certainly coquettish. I don't like the arrangement of them. They're not the Lord's doin', I'm persuaded of that."
"The Lord never put it into the heart of any married woman to try to fascinate a young minister," returned Harriet more sharply. "If these calls don't lessen a bit, I'm going to speak to Mr. Soffy myself. Indeed he's too young and good to understand scheming women. And even if she were innocent, and very little hope I have of that, the talk is all over town and you know it doesn't take much to start gossip here. People won't mind their business. It's strange to me how evil-minded every one is."
"The world is very sinful, that's true," returned mild Mary piously. "We must try and counteract the influence of all these frivolous ideas Mrs. Hadly is introducing. I was told she had all the young people dancing at her house last night."
"I know she did. She can't deny it. Mr. Soffy was there, too, and didn't disapprove. Thank heaven he refused to dance himself. Really, we can expect anything now-a-days. I spoke to him this morning about it, and he said, 'Really, Miss Harriet, you can't expect young people to think of religion all the time. Let them dance and have a good time, as long as they're in good company.'"
"He said that?" asked Miss Mary in horrified disapproval. "Why only a month ago, I heard him tell a young lady dancing was an insidious sin."
"Yes, my dear," replied Miss Harriet, "but he's talking through Mrs. Hadly now. Influence is everything, you know. He is so good, and it is our bounden duty to protect him. We must be 'wise as serpents and harmless as doves.' Just watch out and learn all you can and maybe we can stay the evil. Thank Goodness, she goes in a few months."
And so Venna was the subject of discussion in more homes than one. She didn't return calls or mix in with the pleasure of the older people. She pleaded lack of time and a desire to make the young people happy. But this excuse was received with strong doubt.
The wise heads got close together with a significant "Maybe!" and then an offended "Does she think Ashfield isn't good enough without her improvin'?"
Venna's ideas of country life and its sentiments were within the range of simple living, honest goodwill, and glorious inspirations from green hills and wild flowers. She interpreted it through her own nature and found it most attractive.
Seeing only the surface of this simple life in Ashfield naturally confirmed her ideas, and she found great happiness in this altogether new existence.
But the undercurrent in human nature surged here as elsewhere, and would eventually rise to the surface to play havoc in Venna's life.
Meanwhile Venna's ten girls were happy and worshipful in Venna's presence. The village wondered that the mothers seemed pleased, too. Bessie was a constant visitor with the city people and sharp as she was to detect village sentiment, she carefully kept all rumors from Venna, and gave her opinion airily in the store as to what "old fogies wished young people to be."
Ashfield was really enjoying itself. Unless you have lived in a little place like that, you cannot appreciate the pleasure the people derive from "some one new to talk about."
It was a wonderful June afternoon when Mr. Soffy sauntered in at the little white gate, and stood for a moment contemplating the roses arranged artistically in large jardinieres on the porch. Their fragrance was heavy and filled the air as one approached. Of course, Venna's hand had arranged them. Everything worth while in this home spoke of Venna. So thought Mr. Soffy. His admiration for her had developed into a strong passion. Two months ago Ashfield had seemed a monotonous hole. Now it was a rose garden, filled with love's anticipations. Everytime he left that rose garden, he knew it was but to come again into the presence of this exceptional woman. What if she were married? She was unhappy and had never known what love really meant. Why should a woman go through life unloved? Such "old fogy" ideas belonged to "Miss Mary" and "Miss Harriet" but not to broad-minded, up-to-date people. Of course, he must think of his church people. They were too far behind the times to appreciate any of nature's laws, so he must be careful. If he could win her love, it must be under cover, without any outside criticism to disturb their mutual happiness.
He could plainly see how they could live ideally. Their minds were seemingly an open book to one another, and her beauty would lead any man to do his best for her, and so the Rev. Mr. Soffy, with his broad, new way of thinking, was planning and hoping to make Venna the greatest love of his life. Other loves had been his, but this was to be the one supreme and lasting one, even though marriage by law was impossible. After all, an outward marriage was simply form. The true marriage was the union of two hearts. So reasoned Mr. Soffy and secretly justified himself.
While his thoughts and the fragrance of roses were filling him with dreamy satisfaction, Venna opened the door with baby Halloway in her arms.
As she stood in the open door-way she made a sweet picture of motherhood.
Conscience spoke:
"The crowning glory to woman is motherhood."
Passion answered:
"You are doing this woman no harm. She wouldn't be a mother anyway."
Conscience retreated.
"I'm so glad to see you, Mr. Soffy. Mr. and Mrs. Halloway have gone to the city and won't be home until to-morrow. I volunteered to take care of baby, so I can't be with the girls to rehearse this afternoon. Would you mind stepping into the hall and telling them to go over their parts alone. I want to-night to be a glorious success. Come in a moment, won't you?"
"Your wonderful violin makes everything a success," he returned, entering the house, and holding out his arms to the baby in a most inviting manner.
Little Anna smiled and stretched out her wee baby hands in response. Taking her in his arms, he began to talk to her in true baby fashion while Venna looked on pleased.
"You ought to be married, Mr. Soffy, and have a family of your own. You like children, don't you?"
"Yes. They know how to love without criticising. It's some satisfaction to win hearts like they possess."
"Don't you like to be criticised?"
"Not particularly. The critic seldom knows the truth about the one he criticises. For instance," he said smiling down at her, "you're not the only one who tells me I ought to be married. If I could have the right woman, I would marry to-morrow. But as I cannot, I will never marry."
A passionate look of admiration accompanied his words. There was no mistaking the meaning of it.
With the sudden shock of this revelation, Venna's whole being tingled with shame. She dropped her eyes in confusion, but suddenly raised them again in anger.
What could she say? He had not said anything that she could resent.
For a moment they looked into one another's eyes in silence, his gaze pleading with her anger more eloquently than words could have done. Gradually her look softened and she held out her arms for Anna.
"It is time for me to bathe baby," she said as naturally as she could. "You will tell the girls?"
Mr. Soffy knew this was meant for him to go.
"Don't disappoint to-night."
"Oh, no—Stella will be through with her work then and will take Anna."
For a moment he stood irresolute. Should he speak of his love now? They were alone. But that look of anger—what did she mean by it? Perhaps she was not yet ready to accept broad ideas of love. No, he must not be rash. He would bide his time—though his passion longed to declare itself. So with a quick decision to go carefully for this great treasure, he held out his hand in his usual cheery way.
"Good-bye then. I won't detain you from your motherly duties. I'll look forward to seeing you to-night."
Without another word he was gone, and Venna found herself alone.
Impulsively she hugged and kissed baby Anna, and so gave vent to her odd mixture of emotions.
"O baby girl!" she murmured. "If only you were my own sweet babe, and I had to mother you morn, noon and night, then, dearie, nothing so awful could ever have happened?"
Anna gurgled for reply and cuddled comfortably against Venna's cheek, stretching out baby hands to play with the attractive curls.
Was he really in love with her or did she imagine it? What a fine man he was! How she admired him! He was such a good friend—why couldn't he remain so? No, she hadn't encouraged him to love her. She never dreamed of anything so dishonorable. But they were congenial. She might have known. In this lonely little place, it was natural for him to fall into channels of feeling without his own consent even. No, she wouldn't be angry—he couldn't help it.
She must pity him and respect his hopeless love. Of course, if he had spoken, it would be different. But he was too honorable for that. He couldn't help having eyes that expressed every feeling he possessed. His eyes were indeed eloquent. How strange that Fate threw them together at this impossible time.
If she had been free—who knows? She might have learned to love him.
These musings were suddenly interrupted by a loud bang of the kitchen door, and Stella's voice raised in sharp protest.
"If you don't learn to come in quietly, you'll stay out, young man."
Venna smiled. She knew this was Bud, who had free access at all times, much to Stella's disapproval.
There was a fairly well-controlled knock, and at Venna's "Come in" Bud entered on tip-toe.
He was always "washed up," with the shoes that Venna had given him well "shined," when he called on this wonderful lady of his dreams.
"Thot I'd step in an' give yer the news," he said, seating himself familiarly.
"Yes, Bud dear, but be quick for baby is waiting for her bath and I have several things to fix for the wonderful entertainment to-night. You're going to be there?"
"You bet! But, Missus Hadly, I've got spicy news. There's mermaids in town!"
"Mermaids!" laughed Venna. "What on earth do you mean, Bud?"
Bud colored.
"I may ha' got the name some twisted, but they're here, jes the samey. They're pretty bad 'uns, too, so everyone says."
"You'll have to find out the real name, Bud, before you can frighten me."
"There goes Bessie. I'll call her in," and, suiting his action to his words, he ran to the door and hailed Bessie.
Bessie entered the house, her rosy face all smiles.
"Say, Bess," said Bud confidently, "I've got the swell news jes' a bit twisted. What's the name o' those guys jes' come in, that everyone's slammin'?"
"Oh, you mean those two Mormon preachers. Just think, Mrs. Hadly, there are two young men walking through the country here without any money, just like tramps and calling themselves preachers for Christ. They say they are awful people and run away West with all the pretty girls they can find. Did you ever hear of them?"
Venna's eyes brightened with interest.
"Oh, yes, I've heard of them. I don't believe they are as bad as they're made out to be."
Venna's mind traveled quickly back to that memorable night on Broadway and the young Mormon's face came vividly to her recollection.
"Don't yer think they're not!" bursted in Bud excitedly. "They're bin astin' everyone in town ter sleep in their barns 'cause they hev no money. Every one's skiddooed 'em alrighty. Better look out, Bess! You're darn pretty, yer know!"
Venna laughed. "They wouldn't hurt anyone, Bud. That's my opinion."
"Is it?" asked Bessie puzzled.
"There they come now," exclaimed Bud, excitedly running to the window. "Shall I open the door and kick 'em out?" he asked, swelling with importance.
"You'll just be a good boy and say nothing. I'll open my door myself," she returned smiling, as she went into the hall, with baby Anna still clinging to her curls.
Bud looked after her with fearful admiration.
"Gosh! Bess! Ain't she brave? We'll stay quiet like, but won't budge till they git out. We may be needed," he said significantly.
As Venna opened the door, two tired looking young men respectfully lifted their hats.
The younger one, deathly pale, held the arm of the older one who spoke.
"Madam, we are Mormon missionaries, traveling without purse or scrip to preach the gospel of Christ. My companion here is ill from fatigue. If you will kindly permit us to sleep in your barn, we will be grateful."
Venna gazed at the speaker with a sudden thrill of recognition and pleasure. Before her stood the young preacher of Broadway. He was older and more manly, but there was no mistaking the earnest face with its deep-set gray eyes.
"Let us forget the barn. Come in, and we'll see what I can offer you," she said cordially.
As she led them into the living room, the smile of relief on the younger man's face touched Venna.
"Sit down—no, not there—take these comfortable chairs," she said, indicating two large cushioned armchairs which the weary travelers accepted gratefully.
Bessie looked down and nervously toyed with the lace of her pretty blue dress. Bud fixed his suspicious and defiant eyes upon the intruders, shifting his gaze from one to the other like a watchful bull-dog.
The elder man laughed.
"My lad, you don't look friendly. Come, shake hands. We're harmless."
Bud's hand was not forthcoming. He arose in the full dignity of his ten years, fearless and determined.
"I know yer, if she don't. What yer comin' here fer? Yer better look out! Spose yer think there's no men folks here ter lick yer, eh? Well, one's a' coming wi' the next train alrighty!"
The two young men smiled through their weariness.
"I'm glad, madam, you don't share his sentiments," said the younger.
"You must not mind Bud," Venna returned laughing. "He is my chief protector. Now, Bud, if I told you I knew one of these young men and respected him greatly, what would you do?"
Bud's eyes grew round with wonder and Bessie looked up in astonishment.
The young men watched Venna keenly, surprised at this method of subduing Bud.
Bud's voice was rather reluctantly hesitating.
"Spose, Missus Hadly, if they was yer friends they'd ha' ter be alrighty!"
Bessie rose rather hurriedly, anxious not to offend her new friend, but more anxious to feel sure she was out of danger.
"I'll have to hurry on to rehearsal now. I'll see you to-night," and with a timid glance at the two intruders she said a hurried good-bye and was gone.
"Now Bud, dear, you run on, too," said Venna kindly. "I want to talk to my friends alone awhile—friends—you understand. Bud? Don't forget—friends."
Bud's round face rippled into a broad grin.
"Well, I'll be jiggered! Some news I'll give 'em back alrighty. An' here I've bin slammin' wi' the rest o' em! Sorry, right sure I am. Shake!"
And Bud put forth both hands heartily. The young men pressed the little hands hard.
"We'll be good friends. Bud—you always go on defending the ladies!"
"You bet! When they 'semble her!"
The beloved "her" stooped over to kiss him good-bye.
"On your way out. Bud, tell Stella I said you were to have three big sugar cookies. Also ask Stella to take baby for awhile."
"Golly! Thanks!" And Bud disappeared.
When Stella had taken baby, Venna seated herself opposite the young men and regarded them seriously.
"They say terrible things about you, don't they? You don't look that kind."
"Do you believe them?" asked the older one, fixing his earnest gaze upon her unflinchingly.
"No. I might have though, if I hadn't met you before. Do you remember one night on Broadway, over two years ago, when you were preaching, a girl stepped up and played the violin for you?"
"Indeed, yes," he replied, quickly. "And you?"
"I was that girl. Your earnestness that night compelled me to believe in your sincerity. I read all your interesting tracts, and wished several times that I could see you again and talk them over."
The missionary gave a big sigh.
"My! You can't possibly realize what a joy it is to meet someone at last who really wants to hear our message. It is like an oasis in a desert. God surely led us here."
"I believe He did," returned Venna, smiling. "But we won't talk now. I have a spare room I wish you to have until you are quite rested for another trip. If you will retire now and wash up a bit, I will get my maid to prepare you a little lunch. You're hungry?"
"We've eaten nothing for two days," said the younger one, trying to smile but looking rather sad at the effort.
"How dreadful!" exclaimed Venna, horrified. "Come, I will show you your room, and hurry down again, for you both look pale from hunger."
"We can never thank you enough for this. Miss."
"Mrs. Hadly is my name," said Venna with simple dignity. "And yours?" she asked as they followed her upstairs.
"My name is Hallock. My companion is Brother Johnson," returned the older one.
Venna led them to the open door of a large airy room, the guest room, furnished daintily in blue and white.
The young men peered in. "Surely not for us?" said the younger. "We wouldn't like to disturb such daintiness."
"Go right in and make yourself at home. Daintiness is always refreshing when one is tired. I will give you just ten minutes to reappear!" and with her most winning smile, she left them.
The two young men stood for a moment looking at one another.
"Some one always materializes to save us on the last stretch," remarked the younger in a tired voice.
"Come brace up, old boy. You'll feel better when you have a rest. She's wonderful, isn't she?"
"Yes, God is good to send us here. I certainly wouldn't have lasted another day."
Meantime Venna surprised Stella into consternation.
"Quick, Stella! Something—anything to eat. Just set the table with anything. Put baby in the chair. They're just about starved. My heart just aches for them."
"Who's starved, ma'am? Have they come home early and nothing to eat in the city—that's no sense, sure," returned Stella, bustling about nervously.
"No, no, Stella. They haven't come home yet. It's two young men preaching throughout this wicked country of ours—just think, Stella! Preaching! Trying to save souls, and they're practically starving. They'll be down in a few minutes and we'll feed them well!"
Crash went a plate! Venna turned to see Stella standing, a picture of sudden fear, pale as death.
"You—don't—mean—the Mormons—are in—this house?" she gasped.
"Why, Stella! What on earth has frightened you. Of course, I do."
"O ma'am, last night at the party, everybody's man or maid was informed about those awful men. Aren't you afraid? I'll never sleep under the same roof with them, ma'am, that I won't. What will Mrs. Halloway say?"
"Look here, Stella, I'll have to tell you what I told Bud. I know one of these men. It's all talk. They're awfully good. Now hasten to prepare for myfriends."
Stella's color gradually returned. "Are you sure, ma'am? Of course, if you've known them before I won't listen to others—but it's awful strange business, ma'am, it is—yes, I'm not glad they're here. Won't they go, ma'am?"
"Not if I wish them to stay!" replied Venna with dignity.
Stella always knew what that tone meant and in silence set the table lavishly. However, within her, there were throbbings of her poor heart that she had never experienced before and strange sensations of unusual chills crept up and down her being.
"It may be all right, but"—and she shook her head doubtfully.
Meanwhile Bud delightedly made his way to the store. There were a few villagers buying anything from a two-cent stamp to a bag of chicken feed. Boss Holden was not rushed. Afternoon buyers were always leisurely. Now was Bud's opportunity. He entered the store noisily.
"What d'yer think?" he asked, with both hands thrust deep into his pockets.
"Too warm to think, Bud," replied Boss Holden, smiling.
"Not w'en yer correctin' error," returned Bud, with serious importance, looking from one to the other.
"Error? That's some word for you. Bud! What's up now? You're as good as a 'Daily.' Why don't you print yourself black and white?" said Holden, with a laugh.
"Cause the print 'ud stick and news is allus changing. Yer know the talk about the mer—Mormon fellers? Well, every one's twisted. They're alrighty, I tell you."
Mr. Allworth contracted his Methodist brows into a slow frown.
"Who's been deceiving you, my lad? The Mormons themselves maybe? Stay clear of them. They'll do you no good."
"It's not themselves," returned Bud quickly. "It's Mrs. Hadly. She ses they're herfriends. They're going ter stay wi' her. So they're alrighty, eh? What yer say ter thet?"
"Mrs. Hadly's friends!" exclaimed Miss Harriet Haskell, dropping her sugar to the floor in a general spill.
"I said it!" returned Bud decidedly. "An' the hull town's bin slammin' herfriends. Nasty, mean, eh?"
Mr. Allworth never cared much for Miss Harriet, but this was a trying moment when all Christian hearts should be united. He looked at the old lady beseechingly.
"What can we do about this. Miss Harriet? Their evil influence will even spread to the children!"
"Isn't it awful?" came in almost frightened response. "Suppose—suppose we unite the forces of our churches to stay this evil. It's really a menace!"
"Now I see why Mrs. Hadly loved girls. I always had my suspicions of her. And now! Oh, it's too awful to think of!"
There were various degrees of fear expressed on the faces of the listeners.
Bud's cheeks were puffing out with fiery redness. At last he exploded.
"If anyone's goin' ter slam Missus Hadly, I'll make it hot fer them!"
"Shame o' yer. Bud! I'll tell yer mother o' yer impudence!" spoke up one shrewd-eyed little widow who received scraps from Miss Haskell's larder.
"I'm not ashamed! You bet, I'm not," defiantly returned Bud. "She's the best 'un in this mean old scrap-heap, where a feller can't lose a button 'thout every one a' knowing it!"
"Damn it, you're right. Bud!" exclaimed Boss Holden, bringing his fist down suddenly upon the counter. "Mrs. Hadly's one fine little woman. She shan't be talked over in my store!"
Mr. All worth gasped.
Miss Harriet paled.
The on-lookers smiled.
This was the limit of endurance.
"My dear man," said Allworth on recovering, "if you can't join a church, at least be respectful."
"And keep your swearing for other company, please!" added Miss Harriet sharply. "Come, Mr. Allworth, let us leave this place and talk the matter over like Christians!"
Exeunt the leaders of the flock.
Boss Holden drew a deep breath and laughed.
Bud jumped up on the counter and slapped Holden's arm.
"Bully! Boss! Yer good stuff!"
"So are you, Bud. Here!" and Holden's big hand transferred some bright alluring gum drops to the little outstretched, "ever-ready" one.
"To hell with their gossip!" exclaimed Boss to the onlookers.
"Them's my sentiments, too!" added Bud joyously.
While Bud was playing the hero at Holden's store, Bessie was doing her part with the girls. However, she was fortunate in finding no opposition.
"If they're Mrs. Hadly's friends, they'll pass," all agreed.
"What are they like? Are they good-looking? Are they pious?" were the questions thrown at Bessie with girlish impatience.
"They're just ordinary men, rather pale and tired, of course. Don't suppose they'll come out to-night. We'll all drop in to see Mrs. Hadly to-morrow, accidentally, you know. What fun! Let's plan to scare the 'fogies' in town!"
And instead of rehearsing, the girls planned.
If Dame Gossip enjoyed revelling in the good instead of the evil, what universal joy her tongue would give!
Venna was late to her entertainment. Anna Halloway had telephoned that business would delay them in New York for several days. Would Venna mind if she were alone that long? If so, Anna told her to come in with Stella and the baby.
Venna answered that she would rather stay in Ashfield, and told Anna not to worry about her. Everything was all right and baby fine. She did not say anything about her new visitors—it wouldn't be easy to explain over the phone. She knew Anna would have done the same thing.
Brother Johnson and Brother Hallock (Venna thought it was odd but rather nice for them to call one another "Brother") certainly had enjoyed the meal Venna prepared. She enjoyed watching their delight with everything. The mother in her was touched.
"Think of them having no one to take care of their meals, and just eating anything they chance to get!"
After they had joyfully feasted, Venna excused herself and hurried her duties through as quickly as possible. Nevertheless she was late. The girls were all a trifle excited when she arrived, but the curtain soon went up, and the unusually large audience was quiet.
The play was a great success and Venna never played her violin more wonderfully. Mr. Soffy sat in a front seat and Venna felt his dark eyes watching her constantly. His admiration seemed to stimulate her to do her best. But withal the atmosphere of the evening was disquieting. So much whispering in the audience, so many furtive looks cast upon her.
What was unusual? Venna felt a strangeness but couldn't explain it.
After the entertainment was over, she did not come forward as usual, but busied herself with the girls clearing things up, and did not notice their suppressed giggles.
Mr. Soffy had lingered behind to escort Venna home. He always found an excuse for this, if she were alone. Miss Harriet and Miss Mary lingered, too, with the intention of not leaving him in danger, but he thwarted their good intentions with a bland smile.
"Now, don't you bother waiting for me. Miss Mary," he said in his pleasantest tone. "I wish to consult Mrs. Hadly regarding the picnic, and seeing her now will save me a call, you know."
"Oh, very well!" returned Miss Mary. "We will be going on then."
And as they were "going on" Miss Mary's head nodded with satisfaction. "The dear boy! You see, Harriet, my advice has been timely. He's trying to cut down his calls!"
"About time!" replied Miss Harriet sharply. "But it's her fault—not his!"
At this moment Mrs. Hadly found herself hurriedly kissed by her girls.
"Quick, girls! They'll be up the hill before we catch them," exclaimed Bessie impatiently. The girls all laughed.
"What on earth are you up to?" asked Venna, smiling.
"We'll tell you later—some good joke!" exclaimed Bessie, as she and her companion rushed out of the hall, throwing kisses back to her as they went.
"Be careful!" she called after them.
Alone with Mr. Soffy, Venna felt unusually embarrassed. There was a selfish pleasure in knowing he loved her, but the knowledge was disquieting to her conscience. She should be sorry, not glad. How weak she was in her loneliness!
The world seemed all wrong to her to-night. Here was Mr. Soffy with an impossible love, and at home were her guests with their impossible religion. Everything seemed in the wrong place.
As they left the vacant hall together, the moon was up in all her glory. The road before them was lit with a soft radiance.
"Let us walk awhile before I take you home," said Mr. Soffy. "The night is wonderful, and I want to talk to you."
"I think not to-night, Mr. Soffy, unless—you reallymusttalk to me," Venna answered, her feelings as contradictory as her words.
"Yes, it is for your good," he replied quietly.
Venna was relieved—and with the relief, she condemned herself. The idea of her having a shade of a thought that he would speak of love.
They walked on in silence for a few moments. The night was wonderfully alluring.
"A perfect night for lovers!" thought Mr. Soffy, glancing at Venna, who was drinking in the beauty of the scene with a rapt expression. "How beautiful she is!"
"If human hearts were only as peaceful as nature!" remarked Venna quietly.
"You forget, Mrs. Hadly. To-night is wonderfully serene, to-morrow may bring a storm that will transform nature into wildness."
"That is very true," returned Venna. "After all, there is a great analogy between the spiritual and the material. I can see how the Christian Scientists can stretch the point and believe one is but the expression of the other. I wish I could accept all their doctrines. You don't know, Mr. Soffy, how I long for real concrete thinking on religious questions. If I only possessed a strong, sure belief!"
"Oh, I think you believe enough—more than I do even. I think there is greater pleasure in freedom of thought. Let your mind wander at will—you'll get more out of life. Strive to be broad, not narrow."
"Yes, I know that is the idea in the religious thought of to-day. But it doesn't somehow satisfy me. Truth is like a river, having a source and a destination. If the river broadens too much, it overflows the banks and ruins the very limitations that give it beauty."
"You ought to be a Catholic," returned Mr. Soffy, smiling.
"No, then the river would be so choked with rocks and weeds, that its course would be turbulent and without freedom."
"What would you be then?" asked Mr. Soffy, laughing. "Please don't start another sect in the Christian world. There are only hundreds now!"
"Never fear," she returned, "but I shall always long for truth, even if I never find it. What is it so important you wish to say to me?"
"It is in the way of advice and I know you will not be offended. I'm too interested in you to have you talked about. I wish to warn you."
Venna looked her surprise.
"Yes, of course, you're surprised. Women like you never see anything except through their own conceptions. It is a sure sign of your innocence. But really you must be more worldly wise."
"I don't understand you," she said, laughing. "What awful thing have I done?"
"Simply a kind Christian act, but it won't go in Ashfield. It's all over town that you are housing two Mormon preachers, as your friends, too. This labels you with everyone as 'Doubtful.' I wouldn't have a breath of scandal attached to your name, but already the village is buzzing."
"You don't mean that"—, but words failed Venna and she stopped short in angry embarrassment.
"I mean you are the subject of gossip. Gossip grows like a weed here. I hate to wound you, Mrs. Hadly, but it's for your own good. Didn't you notice your girls hurrying off to-night? They take it as a big joke, and without meaning it, they'll make things worse for you. I overheard them planning to be the first to tell Miss Harriet and Miss Mary how fine the Mormon preachers were and how they were all going to call to-morrow. They take a delight in shocking the old ladies, who won't stand shocking. I know them. I live with them, you know."
"So this is the real character of the simple life I admired so much!" exclaimed Venna, in a tone more sad than angry. "How disappointing human nature is!"
"Not if you expect little—then you find a great deal of good in people. You should never start life with too high a standard for people to measure up to. The idealist is always disappointed. The 'simple life' attracted you. You didn't realize any 'hidden depths' here, did you? Wherever man is, city or country, there will you find his same old weaknesses side by side with his nobler aspirations. You must learn to guard your actions more carefully than your thoughts."
"What would you advise me to do?" she asked seriously. She felt a happiness in his protecting interest in her welfare.
"Get rid of those fanatic Mormons first thing to-morrow, and laugh off the rumor that they are your friends."
"Oh, but I have asked them to stay for a week and thoroughly explain their beliefs to me. They claim they can give me proof of their doctrines from the Bible. They're real tired, too. Their visit would do us mutual good."
"You don't mean you have planned such a thing with strangers—and men that are talked about as they are!" replied Mr. Soffy with real concern. "Why, you haven't the least idea what people will say of you."
"Is the world so evil-minded?" returned Venna. "Then of what value is the world's opinion? What would you think of me, Mr. Soffy?"
Mr. Soffy smiled with pleasure. "Does my opinion count more than the world's? I would say, you're the truest-hearted little woman in town!"
"I only care for the opinion of good people—like you," she added softly.
"Thank you," he returned seriously.
There was a moment's silence in which both were very thoughtful.
At last Venna said quietly, "Thank you for your advice, Mr. Soffy. It was well meant. But I wish to hear what these good young men have to say. I shall keep them with me one week, regardless of Ashfield. Come, we will not walk more to-night. See, the clouds are beginning to come already. As you say, to-morrow may bring a storm."
They walked back to the house in silence again. Mr. Soffy was anxious to speak of his love to her. It was an ideal night, an ideal time. But something held him back. He was not sure of her love yet. She was too friendly, too frank. He might spoil it all. It was hard to wait, but he must be sure. So he reached the little white gate without the avowal he had intended.
Frankly she held out her hand to him.
"Good-night, Mr. Soffy. Call and see my friends, won't you?" she said, smiling.
"I certainly will. I'd like to hear them myself. I may step in to-morrow."
"Any excuse was worth while, to see her," he thought.
And so they parted for the night, she with increased admiration for his goodness, and he with increased passion for her beauty and personality.
To be popular in the religious world today, one must smile upon any creed; believe nothing absolutely, and regard "Truth" as too delicate a thing to be handled.
The next day did bring a storm. It was just after lunch, and Venna was sitting in the living-room with the two preachers, earnestly discussing points of doctrine. Baby Anna sat in her high chair, happily surveying the party, as each one of whom gave her occasional amusement.
"Just think of a dear babe like that being considered a sinner," remarked Brother Johnson with a tender smile at Anna.
Anna smiled her approval at this remark and held out her chubby hand to be kissed.
"You're right," returned Venna, kissing the tiny fingers. "She's a little angel—all babes are. It's a repulsive thought to connect them with the sins of this world."
"Then it won't be hard for you to accept our doctrine of pre-existence," said Brother Hallock. "It is a beautiful revelation, given to us, I think, to inspire us to live up to our origin. We know that we are the spirit children of our heavenly Father and that we come to this world fresh from His loving care. Babies need no baptism. The early Church never thought of such a thing. Infant baptism came along with other man-made doctrines, when the Church began to apostatize from the truth."
"You will not have to persuade me of that doctrine. It is so natural and you have given me enough verses in the Bible to prove it. Let us take up the future existence."
At this moment, the bell rang and Stella opened the door to Mr. Soffy. He entered with a genial smile to all. Venna was delighted. How fair-minded he was not to share everyone's prejudice concerning the Mormons!
"We're so glad you have come, Mr. Soffy," she exclaimed happily, after the usual introductions. "We are just discussing doctrines."
"Don't let me disturb you; I shall enjoy listening."
Both young men looked pleased.
"Now," said Venna, "we were talking of thefutureexistence. You say there is more than one heaven? Was that a revelation, too?"
"Yes, but the Bible substantiates this revelation as it does the others." Brother Hallock gave a number of scriptural texts, and then turned to Mr. Soffy for his opinion.
"Your arguments are good," Mr. Soffy answered, "but I couldn't conceive of more than one heaven. I think I would have to see them to believe."
"Couldn't you take the word of St. Paul who did see? You know the Bible tells us that Paul not only sawParadise, but was carried to thethirdheaven. Have you ever thought of that statement of Paul's?"
"Yes, I have," returned Mr. Soffy seriously "But when it comes to those mystical experiences couldn't those early Christians have had delusions?"
"You don't believe, then, that the Bible is the inspired Word of God?"
"Not entirely—no, that is rather an old-fashioned belief."
"Then," said Brother Hallock, seriously, "it is no use for us to discuss. If one believes in the inspiration of the Bible, he can easily believe in revelation. Those two beliefs coupled together lay the foundation for our proofs. There is only one other way that you could accept our truths. That is by the testimony of the Holy Ghost."
"That is rather vague testimony," returned Mr. Soffy, smiling. "I must confess, much as I like to hear your beliefs, there is small chance of my accepting any of them. I belong to the new class of thinkers who pin their understanding to very little."
Venna was watching the two and feeling the contrast of character. Brother Hallock's face shone with the power of strong convictions. Mr. Soffy smiled with the tolerance of a wandering faith.
"However," added Mr. Soffy pleasantly, "Mrs. Hadly is a firm believer in the inspiration of the Bible from cover to cover, so she will be more apt to grasp your ideas."
"Yes, indeed," Venna said with a quiet reverence; "the Bible is God's Word to me. I have a testimony within me of that truth. I can't entirely explain it, but I know that testimony is of God, too."
"Spiritual things are spiritually discerned," returned Brother Hallock. "Thank God, you have that testimony to build upon."
Again the bell rang and Stella opened the door to the girls. They were all together, a pretty, laughing bunch. On seeing Mr. Soffy, they stopped at the door, suddenly quiet.
"You're not afraid of him?" Bessie disdainfully whispered.
"Come in, girls," called Mr. Soffy, pleasantly. So the girls came in, feeling somewhat abashed, now that they were really there.
Venna welcomed them, and introduced them one by one.
"We hope we are not intruding," said Bessie demurely.
"Oh, no," returned Venna, "I want you to meet my friends. We were discussing doctrines of their Church. You may learn something."
"Oh, how interesting!" returned Bessie, the other girls remaining bashfully silent.
"The storm has made it very dark. Let us pull down the shades and light up," said Venna.
They were soon all cozily seated, oblivious to the storm without.
"Mrs. Hadly," said Brother Hallock, earnestly, "we are all Christians here. Would you not like us to have a little cottage prayer-meeting? I think it would help us all to discern truth."
"Yes, indeed," answered Venna.
And so the girls came for fun and found only two very earnest young men whose very presence seemed to bring one nearer to God. Mr. Soffy opened the meeting with prayer, after which Brother Hallock and Brother Johnson spoke alternately upon the faith of the Mormons. Venna listened hungrily. Every word they uttered fell with a decision which spoke of absolute conviction. There were no "may-bes" or waverings here. Inspired by their religion, their words flowed easily and surely.
The girls listened with wonder, not understanding everything perfectly but feeling the power of the speakers.
Mr. Soffy watched them in pleased surprise, appreciating their personalities, but scarcely considering their beliefs.
"The Spirit of God is with them," Venna said within her heart. She was the only one who was searching the truth of their words. But with this eagerness for truth, came the powerful testimony to her soul, that here at last she was to find it.
God works in mysterious ways. The searcher for truth may follow Reason until he is lost in a maze of doctrines. Hopeless he stands, but if the Faith of God is in his heart the everlasting promise is fulfilled at last, and the testimony of the Holy Ghost carries the soul beyond all of Reason's confusion. Then the soul looks back upon the intricate trodden paths, and from its heights it views Reason in a true perspective, and can choose the way to be retrodden in safety.
Oh, if the world could only realize the value of that spiritual uplift that illumines Reason, and without which Reason is a snare.
When the closing prayer had been said by Brother Johnson, there was a hushed silence for a few moments. All felt in some measure the power of the moment.
Mr. Soffy was the first to speak. He held out his hand to Brother Hallock.
"Faith like yours is worth having," he said earnestly. "I hope you can always keep it. I could never possess it, but it commands admiration."
Both the young men flushed with pleasure as they took his hand.
"This from a minister of the orthodox church is indeed a happy surprise," returned Brother Hallock.
"We are not all narrow," returned Mr. Soffy, even more pleasantly as he noticed Venna's evident approval.
Meantime, out in the storm, returning from some parish calls, were Miss Mary and Miss Harriet in their buggy. As they neared Mrs. Hadly's home, both peered out curiously.
"All the shades are drawn. I wonder what's going on inside," remarked Mary.
"I've a good mind to drop in accidentally and see for myself," returned Miss Harriet briskly. "You just hold the reins, Mary."
For an old lady, she was unusually spry. She jumped from her carriage and ascended the steps with her head held high. Sharply she rang the bell. Stella opened rather cautiously. She didn't like the tone of the bell.
"Oh, it's you, Miss Haskell, is it? Come right in," said Stella.
"Who did you think it was?" queried Miss Harriet suspiciously.
"I don't know," returned Stella nervously. "They're all in the living room. Go right in, Miss Haskell."
"All! Who's all?" thought Miss Harriet.
But she lost no time in conjecture. She reached the door of the sitting-room, and there she stood, dum-founded. "She could hardly believe her senses," she told Miss Mary afterwards.
Mr. Soffy was holding the hands of both Mormons, Mrs. Hadly and the girls were beaming upon them, whileherboy was saying,
"We are not all narrow."
"Evidently!" came sharply from the thin lips.
The little group turned. The thin face of Miss Harriet looked down upon them with a spirit in sharp contrast to what they had been enjoying. Anger, disgust, intolerance were expressed in her cutting glance.
Mr. Soffy flushed like a truant school-boy. The girls looked pleased, the young strangers serious.
Venna controlled herself with an effort.
"Won't you come in. Miss Haskell? I want to introduce you to myfriends."
With this the girls smiled outright.
Miss Harriet eyed them with increased anger.
"I don't care to meet yourfriends" she returned, icily. "Mr. Soffy, will you kindly escort me home?"
Mr. Soffy turned to Venna. "Will you kindly excuse me, Mrs. Hadly?"
"Certainly," returned Venna, thinking how wonderfully kind he was to Miss Harriet when she was so rude.
Miss Harriet turned without another word, and majestically sailed out of the house, followed by Mr. Soffy.
Brother Hallock followed the minister with a keen glance.
As the door outside closed, Venna turned to the girls who were exchanging glances.
"I guess, dears, you had better go now. It is getting late, and your mothers might be looking for you."
Bessie spoke up indignantly, "It's a perfect shame for that old fogie to insult you and your friends.Wewill tell our mothers all about it and she'll be treated cool byus, anyway."
"Don't make trouble, dear. Just act as though nothing happened. After such a lovely meeting we must bear no ill-will."
"Not onouraccount, surely," said Brother Hallock. "We are so used to such treatment, we feel only pity for our enemies."
So the girls left, promising to come again.
Outside, Bessie turned to her companions.
"I thought it would be a great lark to have just this happen, but somehow it's not much fun to have those men treated so. Aren't they wonderful? Let's defend them all over town."
"We sure will!" the girls answered.
And so youth and old age started at precisely the same moment, to arouse opposite sentiments in Ashfield, for Venna's Mormon friends.
To a materialist, a miracle is an impossible contradiction to Nature. To the spiritually minded, it is the expression of that Higher Power which controls Nature.
Until Anna and her husband came home, Venna found herself entirely alone with her visitors. Those were two days to be remembered. It was steadily storming without, so they all stayed indoors, and talked and discussed from morning until night. Doubts in her mind that had remained unanswered for years, these two young preachers answered satisfactorily, always going to the Bible to show the authority for their claims.
Venna's interest pleased them and they never tired of her constant queries.
"You have great patience," said Venna, smiling.
"It takes no patience to answer questions," returned Brother Hallock. "The patience is required when no one is interested enough to ask them."
The third day brought Mr. and Mrs. Halloway home. Venna's explanations about the Mormons quite satisfied them.
"Of course, you were right, dear," said Anna in her big-hearted way. "The very idea of their being treated so! Why, we met a number of Mormons when we were West. They are very fine people, indeed. But don't let them take your thoughts away from Christian Science. I don't know much about 'Mormonism' but I imagine it's not at all spiritual."
"On the contrary," returned Venna, very enthusiastically, "it makes one live in a wonderfully spiritual atmosphere!"
"I'm afraid you're being influenced," said Anna anxiously.
"I'm afraid I am," admitted Venna, smiling.
"Oh, dear me! We must place their belief side by side with Christian Science. I'll keep them here until you see I can prove to them they're wrong. We'll have some good arguments—respecting one another, of course!"
"No one could help respecting you!" exclaimed Venna, delighted with the thought of delving deeper into truth.
But the discussions were unfortunately postponed.
The day after Anna's arrival, baby Anna became very ill. Mr. Halloway and Venna both wanted to send for the doctor, but Anna wouldn't hear of it.
"Do you think God will forgive me if I refuse to trust my precious lamb to His care?" she asked, trying to be calm and true to her Christian Science teachings. "This is my test—my first test of faith!"
All day, and all night, Anna knelt by her babe in prayer.
The next morning, little Anna was worse.
Mr. Halloway had to go to the city, and for the first time, he was angry with his wife.
"Anna, you see to it that you have a doctor today. I insist upon it!" and so he left her.
Anna buried her head in the bed-clothes and wept.
"O God!" she murmured, "tell me—should I obey?"
It was an agonizing morning for Anna. She did not admit even Venna to the room, but prayed unceasingly. Her momentary doubt had left her as soon as her husband's presence was gone.
Downstairs, Brother Johnson and Brother Hallock tried to console Venna.
"Oh, but if baby Anna dies without a doctor, it is too awful to think of," exclaimed Venna. "What ought I to do?Compelher to have one?"
"It isherchild," said Brother Hallock seriously.
"Yes, but she will never forgive herself afterwards."
"I can't advise you, Mrs. Hadly. It is very sad, indeed. When Mr. Halloway comes home, I think he will take the matter in his own hands."
There was a sound of crying outside, and Venna recognized Bud's tearful tones and Bessie's soothing voice.
Venna stepped to the door to admit her young friends.
"Bud, dear, what is the matter?" she exclaimed as Bud entered in sobs, with Bessie's protecting arms about him.
"My—my—cat—Missus Hadly—my cat—she died of salvation—way out in the woods—with me—here—an' never knowin'!"
"What does he mean?" asked Venna of Bessie, who was trying to look sympathetic.
"Why, Bud's pussie got lost in the woods, and never came back for weeks. Now he's found her dead, so he thinks it was starvation killed her."
"Yes, an' I'll never—pump—the organ in Mr. Soffy's church again, 'cause I don't like religion any more. I prayed that Flip would come home, an' a lot o' good prayin' does!"
Bud was inconsolable. Venna told him he must not talk that way. God knew why Flip had to be taken from him.
"That's jes' it! An' that's why I won't pump that organ any more!"
Venna turned to Bessie.
"I can't visit with you now, dear. Did you know baby was very sick?"
"Baby is sick, is she?" spoke up Bud. "How'd you feel ifshedied?"
Venna trembled at the suggestion.
"We must all pray for her to get well. Bud."
"A lot o' good prayin' ull do!" declared Bud defiantly. "Did it help Flip? You better git the doctor hustlin' or she'll be a goner, too. Seems ter me there's lots a dyin' goin' on."
"There, there! Bud! Run along and ask Stella for some real sugar cookies. They'll change your thoughts."
"Never! Think I'm thet mean ter eat sugar cookies the day Flip died o' salvation? Ter-night—yer may see me helpin' round. Good-bye!"
Her visitors gone, Venna excused herself from the young missionaries and went upstairs. Perhaps she could persuade Anna.
Gently she knocked at the door, but there was no response.
She quietly opened it. There upon the floor lay Anna, white and motionless. Trembling, Venna knelt by her side.
"Anna, dear Anna!" she exclaimed, shaking her gently.
But there was no response.
Venna hurried downstairs and phoned for the doctor to come at once.
"May I go up and try to revive her?" asked Brother Hallock.
Together they went up to Anna's room. Brother Hallock looked from the prostrate mother to the moaning babe.
"My! This is sad!" he exclaimed. "But don't worry. Let us bathe her head. She has fainted with exhaustion, that is all."
Anna soon opened her eyes, and looked around with a dazed, helpless expression.
"Baby! baby! Where is she, Venna? Have they taken her away?"
"No, dear, she is right here on the bed. We'll help you to the couch and you must lie perfectly still. I'll take care of baby. The doctor is coming, Anna."
"As you say," returned Anna, too weak to resist, and again she swooned as she was being helped to the couch.
Venna felt great relief when the bell rang and the old village doctor appeared. Entering the room brusquely, he made a general survey. First he went to Anna.
"Revive her again quickly, and give her plenty of hot milk. Worn out, that's all."
Then he went to baby Anna. After a careful examination, he turned to Venna and slowly shook his head.
"I need a consultation here. This is a serious case—very serious."
Venna paled.
"O Dr. Jensen! consult with the best doctor you know. Is there time to get one from New York?"
"No!" declared Dr. Jensen, "she must be attended to quickly, or you'll lose her to-night. Itmaybe paralysis."
Venna's heart beat wildly.
"Oh, no! no! Don't say it is that awful disease!"
She had been reading the papers, telling of the little ones dying daily in New York.
"We'llhopenot. I'll not lose a moment. I'll go myself after Dr. Becker." And he hurried off.
Brother Hallock looked at the babe in serious thought. This was a time when the Lord could show these good women the power given to His servants.
Venna was speaking soothing words to Anna, who was again regaining consciousness.
"O Venna, if baby should die, I would never forgive myself," she murmured brokenly.
Venna's ready tears came.
"My dear Anna, be brave. God can save her even now. Have faith."
"What has my faith done for me?" she asked bitterly.
Brother Hallock quietly withdrew and joined his companion.
It seemed a long time before Dr. Jensen returned. In reality it was only half an hour.
The two doctors consulted long and earnestly.
In the adjoining room Venna and Anna awaited their decision fearfully.
Finally they were called and looked into the serious faces of the two doctors with anxious questioning.
Dr. Jensen cleared his throat and then spoke huskily.
"My dear ladies, we regret to tell you, there is no hope. The child cannot live many hours. It is paralysis."
Dr. Jensen caught Anna as again she swooned.
"Don't think of the child," he said brusquely, turning to Venna. "We must attend to the mother, she's in bad shape."
Dr. Jensen then gave directions to Venna, who immediately went downstairs to get the required restoratives.
Brother Hallock met her in the hall. Quickly she told him the sad news.
"Have the doctors given her up entirely?"
"Yes," returned Venna, striving to keep back her tears.
"Then may we administer to the child?"
"For what?" asked Venna puzzled.
"For recovery," returned the young missionary. "You have sought man's aid. Will you refuse God's?"
"But Anna tried faith?" returned Venna.
"Sometimes faith is so strong that it works even in error. But it is not God's way. God's commands are sure. If you do not believe we have His divine authority to heal, will you let us have permission to try?"
Venna looked into Brother Hallock's earnest gray eyes and felt the power of his convictions.
"Yes," she answered simply.
The doctors gone, Venna sat by Anna's bed, soothing the tired head in its restless forced sleep, the result of Dr. Jensen's quieting medicine.
In the next room she heard the missionaries, moving quietly as they administered to baby Anna.
A great unaccountable peace suddenly came over her, and she felt the presence of Divinity surrounding her.
"Surely there are guardian angels, as Brother Hallock teaches," she thought with a sudden great joy.
She looked up. Brother Hallock stood in the doorway. He motioned her to come. She arose and followed him to the bed of baby Anna.
Could it be possible? Was she dreaming? There lay the wee babe, looking up at her with its sweet, winsome baby smile.
"You have saved her," exclaimed Venna in joyous gratitude.
"We have done nothing. God has saved her. We are but the humble instruments in His hands!"