"I wonder if St. Peter at the Gate of Heaven will distinguish between the 'Pious' and the 'Godly'?"—Irony of Boss Holden.
Bud lost no time in circulating the news that baby Anna was sick, and would doubtless die like Flip. Due to the character of the "simple life," most of the women forgot their prejudices and only thought that some neighbor was in trouble, so those that did not immediately run up to the house, at any rate phoned to see what they could do.
Brother Hallock and Stella were kept busy answering the phone or door bell, and delivering messages to Venna.
"How kind hearted they are after all!" exclaimed Venna, gratefully.
When Dr. Jensen came back to see Venna about quarantining the house, he was amazed to find her all smiles.
"O Dr. Jensen," she said joyously, admitting him, "baby is fine and Mrs. Halloway is almost in hysterics with joy."
"I don't understand you," said Dr. Jensen, looking dazed.
"Come and see!" exclaimed Venna.
He followed her upstairs to the room he had left such a short time ago.
Here in the little bed lay baby Anna, laughing at her toes. Beside her, sat Anna, with tears of joy streaming down her face.
"I'll be—!" But he checked his exclamation as he looked at Venna, dumfounded.
"You may well be surprised. Doctor. But with God nothing is impossible."
"I—I must have made a mistake—but yet—we were both so sure; strange! It's beyond me!"
Then Venna told him about the young preachers' gift of healing.
"Pooh! Nonsense!" exclaimed Dr. Jensen. "Don't let yourself believe such nonsense! Well, I must hurry off to the Board of Health and confess that we made our first mistake. It couldn't have been paralysis!"
So Dr. Jensen reported his error to the authorities, but Anna and Venna thanked God for the miracle.
When Mr. Halloway returned he was told the wonderful story. But, contrary to their expectations, he was not at all sceptical.
"I saw her this morning and I see her tonight," he said, very much impressed. "Thatis what I callproof!"
Anna and Venna asked the young preachers to prolong their stay.
"Both of us—and Mr. Halloway also, want to understand your beliefs thoroughly."
So the young missionaries consented to stay until they had given their message to its fullest extent.
When Bud spread the story of baby Anna's miraculous recovery, sentiment swayed like a pendulum, and the prejudice, temporarily overcome by sympathy, now asserted itself with greater force. Mr. Allworth was seen talking to groups of his parishioners and always gravely shaking his head.
"It is the work of Satan," he declared more than once.
He even felt it his duty to call upon Miss Haskell and consult with her upon this awful menace that had entered Ashfield!
"Is there no legal way of putting these young men out of town?" asked Mr. Allworth.
"Not unless you can persuade Mayor Holden they are doing mischief. It's hard to convince a man like him who is so worldly and not in touch with the Lord."
"Yes," spoke up Miss Mary piously, "but we might pray before attempting to convince him."
"You are right," said Miss Harriet with decision, "I'll go to him myself. Though he did insult me in his store, I'll show him I'm not afraid of him!"
So the "trio" prayed, after which Miss Harriet set out upon her dutiful errand. It was in the afternoon, so she would have a chance to see him alone. Sure enough, as she entered the store, there sat the postmaster, proprietor and Mayor, making out his monthly post-office report for Washington. Not a soul was in the store.
Boss Holden looked up with an inward groan. His monthly report was anything but pleasant, and here was Miss Harriet! He could tell by her expression that she had official business to transact!
"What can I do for you?" he asked, with rough kindness.
"I've come, Mayor Holden, to enter a protest against those young Mormon preachers remaining in town!"
"What have they done?" asked Holden, laying down his pen, and settling back in his chair comfortably.
His simple question and keen glance disconcerted Miss Haskell for a moment. Then she felt the fighting spirit rise within her.
"Whathaven'tthey done. Mayor Holden? They've gained such an influence over the young girls, I believe they'd all leave for Utah tomorrow, if asked, and they're spreading around town that they saved baby Anna from certain death.Ifthey did, it was, because Satan helped them to it. Are all our labors in the churches to come to naught, while you sit calmly by and say nothing, 'till it's too late?"
Boss Holden smiled unpleasantly.
"To put the complaint in a nutshell. Miss Harriet, they've really done nothing yet, except get themselves liked and saved a baby! Can't oust them on that!"
"You refuse, then, to put them out?" asked Miss Harriet, stiffening with righteous scorn. "I can plainly see, Mayor Holden, how you never could enter a church! If you encourage evil influence here, you have no right to be Mayor of Ashfield!"
"Perhaps you'd like the job?" asked Mayor Holden, with rising anger.
"When women get the vote, they may have such opportunity," returned Miss Harriet, sharply. "I ask you again, do you refuse?"
"Damm't, I do! And I hope those decent fellows will stay here long enough to hand out their influence. To hell with all this gossip!"
Miss Haskell shuddered.
"Such language in the presence of a lady! I might have expected it. Well, Mayor Holden, ifyouwon't do your duty,Ishall!"
And with great dignity she left the store.
Holden mopped his brow with his handkerchief.
"What fool trick will she be up to now?" he muttered. "Join that church bunch? Guess not, Holden! You have too much respect for yourself," he chuckled.
Miss Harriet, Miss Mary and Mr. Allworth united forces in their great cause of duty toward Ashfield. They sent out notices to their neighbors, writing both mothers and fathers to attend meetings, in which the trio took turns in disclosing the "awful evils" in the "Mormon Menace." No children or young girls were admitted. The parents were horrified at the disclosures.
At these meetings, Mr. Allworth exerted his influence in true Methodist style. With tears and pleadings, he begged the people to "Beware!" The response was quick and decisive. They forbade their girls to go near Mrs. Hadly. The girls sullenly obeyed, but openly defended "The Mormons." This intensified the impression of the diabolical influence they possessed.
Meanwhile, all unconscious of the village murmurings, Venna, Anna and her husband were enjoying their visitors to the utmost. Anna's deep gratitude for the recovery of her babe helped the young missionaries in their convincing arguments.
Both Venna and Anna demanded Biblical proof for all doctrines. But Mr. Halloway accepted Mormonism after a few short talks.
"You go on reasoning, Anna," he said kindly, "but I've got enough proof right here in these two young men themselves. If ever God was with men. He's with these two. Haven't I seen enough of the world to know they have something different to other men? I've led the practical life and have learned to know men directly I meet them. They couldn't fool me. These men are not doing Satan's work. How do I know it? Because Iknow men. Now, if they're not of Satan, they have to be of God—or how did they save our babe? That's all the reasoning I want. I'm ready to have themteach mereligion now. Thank God, there's some real religion in the world—somethingsubstantialto work on!"
Venna wondered at the girls' absence, but was too busy to give it much thought.
Toward the end of the week Bud came in the back door with a mysterious caution.
"Say, Stella, don't yer squeal I've been here. I want ter see Missus Hadly alone!"
"Come here. Bud," called Venna from the sitting room, as she heard his voice.
Bud entered cautiously, his eyes round with wonder.
"An' yer sitting here so calm like!" he exclaimed in open admiration.
"And why not, Bud dear?" she asked, laughing.
"Yer too good for Ashfield, Missus Hadly!" said Bud, gingerly touching one of her curls. "The divil's got holt o' this place!"
"What do you mean, Bud?"
"I mean I come ter warn yer an' yer friends. There's goin' ter be a des-tin-ation ter-night."
"Destination? You've got your big word wrong again. Bud. Use a smaller one."
"I tho't a big game ought ter hev a big word. Well, there's goin' ter be a show down o' feeling."
"Oh, you mean demonstration. I see—well, a demonstration of what feeling. Bud?"
"Feeling agin the Mormon fellers! Outside yer house ter night! I overheard Mister Allworth talking wi' Miss Harriet. I'll never like a minister again! Nasty, mean, isn't it?"
Venna looked serious. "Tell meeverythingyou heard, Bud."
"Heard only words now an' then. I almost fell off the roof a' listenin'. Mother'll paddle me if she finds me here. Must be goin'. This house is got an awful name—all for nuthin', jes 'cause angels like you ain't the style no more."
Venna put her arms around Bud and hugged him close.
"You blessed lambie—if all the world were as fair as you!" she exclaimed, kissing both his round cheeks, much to Bud's pleasure.
"Run along now, dear. Don't get in trouble about us. You're good to warn us—we'll be prepared? Sugar cookies in the kitchen, you know!"
When Bud left her, Venna stood for a moment in troubled thought. "Is it possible thatChristianscan do these things to those who love the same God?" she asked, for the first time coming in conflict with the religious intolerance of the day. She had blissfully imagined that religious intolerance was a thing of the past. But Venna was only upon the threshold of religious experience.
When we undertake to defend Christendom we often assist the devil.
It was almost dark when the Halloways, Venna and the missionaries had finished their evening meal. Venna decided to say nothing about Bud's information, as doubtless the warning grew out of his own imagination after hearing some unfavorable comments upon the "Mormons." No doubt the village was hating them. Brother Hallock said most of the Eastern people believed the lies circulated about the Church.
Venna felt a little uneasy as they all went into the sitting room. Suppose Bud had spoken the truth?
"Oh, it couldn't be," she decided.
She pulled down the shades and turned on the lights. She felt a strange comfort tonight in shutting out the outside world. Soon she was entertaining them with her violin. Never did she play better. Her music expressed her mixed feelings—now sad, now questioning, now joyously triumphant. Brother Hallock watched her with a wrapt expression, entirely lost to his surroundings.
At last her notes died away in a gentle trembling pianissimo. No one spoke as she laid down her violin. For a few moments each one enjoyed the spell of her genius.
Venna seated herself by the window and, drawing the shade aside, looked out. Suddenly she started. Coming down the hill, she saw a large group of about forty villagers, led by Mr. Allworth and Miss Harriet. What did it mean? She thought of Bud. She watched them as they approached. They were all talking excitedly.
"What interests you, Venna?" asked Anna.
"Quite a crowd are coming this way," she said, anxiously, as she turned to her friends. "I fear from what Bud said today, they are antagonistic to Brother Johnson and Brother Hallock."
"They are, are they?" spoke up Mr. Halloway brusquely, as he arose, went to the window and looked out. "Just let them utter any sentiments around here, and there will be trouble."
"Oh, dear, please don't pay any attention to them," pleaded Anna. "We'll lock the doors and not answer the bell at all. We are not interested in whattheythink."
The young missionaries looked serious.
"I'm sorry we've brought trouble to you good people," said Brother Hallock.
"You've brought us everything good; it's these people who bring us the bad," returned Halloway, as he went out to secure the locks.
The crowd had neared the house and as Halloway re-entered the sitting-room, the bell rang loudly.
"Let them ring," said Halloway in disgust. "Mayor Holden shall hear of this. He's not the kind to allow it."
"I'll go myself to the Mayor if they annoy you," said Brother Hallock.
"Oh, no! You must stay here," said Venna anxiously.
He smiled at her fears.
Once again the bell rang.
Receiving no answer, one young Methodist boy of sixteen shouted—
"Come out here, you Mormons! We want to give you your walking papers. If you don't go soon, we'll make it hot for you!"
No one made any attempt to stop the lad. He evidently expressed the opinion of the crowd.
"I'm not going to have you annoyed this way. I shall see the Mayor myself," said Brother Hallock, jumping up and going to the door.
Venna stepped in front of him and held the door fast, while the others were excitedly talking in the sitting-room, and did not notice.
"Do not open it," she said; "I fear for you."
He looked down into her anxious face with a calm smile.
"This—is nothing for us. We are used to almost any abuse. I shall never forget your kindness, though," he added earnestly.
And gently he took her hand from the door, and turning the lock, he opened it.
Standing face to face with the villagers who had crowded through the gate, he looked from side to side without a word. The dignity and fearlessness of Brother Hallock subdued them, for as he made to go down the steps, they moved apart to let him pass.
Silently he made his way through their midst, and Venna watched him walking leisurely toward Mayor Holden's, the crowd staring after him in wondering surprise.
Quickly she closed the door again.
"Well," said Miss Harriet sharply, "we all acted as though we were afraid. What's the matter with us all anyway?"
"It's the devil's power," said Mr. Allworth, shaking his head slowly. "I felt as though he cast a spell around us."
"And I, too," said Miss Mary, meekly.
"It will take more than our good intentions to get rid of that man!" declared Miss Harriet. "We'd better go home."
And so the crowd slowly turned tail. From under the stoop, a little figure bobbed up, and gazed after the retreating forms.
"Golly! That's no game fight!" said Bud, disappointed. "Tho't we'd had somethin' 'citing and could ha' used my water pistol. Gee! All he had ter do was ter look at 'em!"
The next day an official poster was put up on the post outside of Holden's store.
"Anyone attempting to annoy their neighbor, will be dealt with according to law."Signed"Mayor Holden."
"Anyone attempting to annoy their neighbor, will be dealt with according to law.
"Signed
"Mayor Holden."
And at mail time Bud stationed himself beside the post, with hands thrust into pockets filled with gum-drops. As each citizen approached, he nodded his head sideways.
"See that sign? Some law here alrighty! Pity the feller thet breaks it!"
—
The afternoon after this unpleasant experience, Mr. Soffy called.
"I want to assure you, Mrs. Hadly, Miss Haskell told me nothing of her intentions—I presume because she knows I would have prevented her. I guess they all feel pretty small now, however."
"I was sure you had no knowledge of it," returned Venna, seriously. "But I do think your influence in this matter is needed. Won't you defend these two good men at your morning service next Sunday?"
"I—I—hardly think I could dothat" returned Mr. Soffy, coloring to his temples. "You see, Mrs. Hadly,Iknow they are fine men, but to declare the fact in the little church would cause considerable antagonism and really do no good."
"The declaration of truthalwaysdoes goodfinally."
"Well, yes, figuratively speaking, but we ministers have to be practical, too, you know."
"Mr. Soffy, what avails the Church if it countenances error? I thoughtyouwere above that 'worldly wisdom' reasoning!" she said, looking up into his face with great disappointment.
How beautiful she was as she stood pleading the cause of the Mormons! His whole soul thrilled with the perfection of her! If he should sacrifice a little materially, what was that to gaining her love?
"And if I should grant you this request, what wouldyoudo for me?" he asked, smiling down at her.
"Oh, anything you could ask of me!" she declared in extravagant delight.
Before Venna realized what had happened, his arm had encircled her waist and his kiss was upon her cheek.
Venna drew back quickly and faced him in astonished anger.
"How dare you!" she said, trembling like a frightened child.
"Idarebecause I love you, Venna. God knows how much. It's thebestthat's in me that loves you, not the worst. It is not my fault that I love you, or that you love me, as I believe you do. You resent my love from duty, don't you? You think I'll think less of you if you love me? No, dear, love is love's excuse. The world wouldn't understand, but the world needn't know. You and I can love ideally without the aid of the law, can't we?"
Venna listened to this man, and watched his fine eloquent eyes convey his devotion to her while speaking. There was no doubting his sincerity.
What a paradox! A Christian minister asking love of a married woman without a twinge of conscience! Surely the world was whirling around and morality was simply a question mark!
Steadily she looked at him in silence, trying to fathom his nature and understand.
"You are angry with me?" he asked gently.
"No, Mr. Soffy, I don't think I am. But Ipityyou; oh! how I pity you!" she said sadly.
"You don'tloveme, then?" he asked in a tone of agitation and fear.
"No, Mr. Soffy, I don't evenrespectyou."
"Why?" he asked, his pride clearly hurt.
"I hardly thinkyoucould understand," returned Venna sadly. "There is a great barrier between us, a barrier of spiritual understanding. I realize your sin. You do not."
"Wherein have I sinned?" he asked. "Is it a sin to devote one's life to his ideal, and love her above all else?"
"Yes," returned Venna, "when we love her more than our duty."
"And whatisduty?" he asked, cynically.
"Ask your God, Mr. Soffy. He will answer you so that you may understand. Good-bye," she added, holding out her hand.
He took it and pressed it hard.
"When can I see you again?" he asked eagerly.
"Never, Mr. Soffy."
"You don't meanthat?" he asked, growing suddenly pale.
"Yes," she answered simply, looking at him with a great pity in her lovely eyes.
Without a word, he slowly dropped her hand and left her.
She looked from the window and watched him walk down the steps, his head bowed in thought.
When he reached the gate, he met Brother Hallock. The two shook hands and exchanged a few words.
"What a contrast!" thought Venna, watching the two men. "The one sacrificing all for duty—the other sacrificing duty for self!"
Brother Hallock came directly into the room to Venna.
"Mrs. Hadly, Brother Johnson and myself have decided to resume our journey tomorrow."
"Oh, we will all be so disappointed if you go so soon," returned Venna, suddenly feeling that she needed this man's presence.
"We couldn't think of staying after the affair last night. It wouldn't be fair to you. Besides, our duty calls us away now. You know we missionaries are not out to enjoy ourselves," he added, smiling.
"There are so many things I want to ask you yet," she said, hoping she might detain him a few days longer.
"And we will be so glad to answer them. Uncle Sam's post-office will handle our correspondence, I hope. We will never forget you all, and when you return to New York, we will call, and I will introduce you to our Mission President's family and other saints. I know you will enjoy our meetings."
"IknowI shall," returned Venna, happy in the thought. "I appreciate your religion more and more by contrasting it with others," she added.
"It will bear the light," replied Brother Hallock seriously. He looked at her intently a moment and then added, "No good thing needs to be hidden in the dark. Onlyevilfears the light."
Venna dropped her eyes. Could it be possible he divined Mr. Soffy's love for her?
She felt his persistent gaze. She raised her eyes and fearlessly met his.
"I agree with you, Brother Hallock. I hope God will always give me power to make my life an open book!"
He gave a quick sigh of relief.
"Thank God for that sentiment!" he returned earnestly.
The happiness derived from doing our duty is the greatest joy the world affords.
"How I miss Brother Hallock and Brother Johnson!" exclaimed Anna, as she and Venna settled down to a quiet afternoon with their sewing and books.
"Yes, we will all miss their influence—even babe," returned Venna, looking at little Anna playing on her pillow.
Baby smiled her assent.
Anna leaned over and kissed her.
"My precious little angel!" she said, hugging her wee one tight. "You know, Venna, I always called her 'angel,' but now my pet name for her has a significance!"
"Yes," replied Venna, "how much more beautiful life seems, now that we have learned so many wonderful truths. You know, Anna, life has a different perspective for me now. When I think of the wonderful purpose God had in placing us here and the short period of probation that our lives afford us, I have no other thought than to do my highest duty."
"And that is?" asked Anna.
"First, living up to all my vows. I know you'll be surprised at my decision. Read this letter I received this morning from Will."
Anna took the letter and read:
"Dearest Venna:
"I'm in a strange mood tonight. I feel as though life had ended for me. I don't know why I should write toyousince you have cast me off as worthless. But somehow I'm not myself. I'm weak stuff to write to one who despises me. But love makes a fool of a man anyway. The counterfeit of love ruins a man's youth, and then when the real thing comes along, it's just about as bad. No satisfaction in any of it! I'd be glad to finish myself tonight—but I love you too much to create a scandal. Are you so hard that you can't even write me a friendly word? I'll be true to you, whether you love me or not. You might be at leastkind. Write me a letter—any kind of a one, won't you?
"Venna, if you ever love a man you think good enough for you, let me know and I'll slip out. You haven't the least conception of my love for you. You're so ignorant of the world. You think of those other women. They were nothing to me. I guess you're right about men not stooping to such actions, but there are two sides to every question, Venna. They tempt the young men. They deserve all they get. I'm sorry for my past because of you. I don't pitythem.
"It's useless to write more. You'll write the same hard, uncompromising note in return, I suppose.
"Well, throw my devotion to the dogs if you wish. You may need it, though. If so, it's yours.
"Always your devoted husband,
"Will."
As Anna handed back the letter to Venna, her eyes were filled with tears.
"There's lots of good in your husband, Venna," she said seriously.
"And I am stifling it," returned Venna quietly. "In the light of the Gospel, I see myself as I really am. I'm not living to save souls, but to save myself from unpleasant experiences. Anna, I'm going back to Will."
Anna's eyes glistened through her tears.
"You dear girl! Now you've struck the right keynote to your life. God will bless you for it."
"He has already. I have never felt so happy as since I wrote this letter. Read it."
Anna read eagerly.
"Dear Will:
"I shall come home tomorrow. We will begin all over again and make our lives a success.
"Yours faithfully,
"Venna."
Anna looked up with a smile. "Wonderful, Venna! But couldn't you write 'Yours lovingly?'"
"It wouldn't be true," replied Venna, coloring.
"You can't love him then?" asked Anna doubtfully.
"No, but I loveduty, Anna, and I'll pray God to make me love him in time. I'll do mybest."
"You can't do more," returned her friend. "So I am to lose you also. I don't think I'll stay here long alone. I've come to dislike Ashfield so."
"It don't seem the same, does it? We mustn't forget, however, that here we received the Truth."
So the following day Venna quietly left Ashfield. None knew of her going, and as she sat in the train, bound for New York, she was thankful she was leaving the "simple life" which only two months ago she was idealizing.
At the New York station, Will Hadly met her. She felt shocked at the change in him. He was thin and pale, with that drawn look upon his face which betokened mental worry.
Her heart smote her. Pity surged within her, and she looked up at him with real concerned emotion, which he mistook for love.
"Dearest," he whispered, "I can scarcely believe my exile is over! I received your letter this morning. The servants are so delighted you're coming. They're hustling all day to make the home fit to receive their queen!"
When they reached the Fifth Avenue home, Venna entered with a strange, trembling fear. A new life was before her—a happy life, but one of sacrifice—and sacrifice was a new experience!
As they entered the door, the fragrance of roses greeted her. Everywhere flowers! Hadly had spared no expense to have the home filled with nature's best.
"A garland of roses for my bride!" he said, gaily laughing at her surprise. "And now to the feast!" he exclaimed, leading her into the dining-room. Here the daylight had been shut out, and all the lights were ablaze.
The table was set for two, with every conceivable dainty for a joyous feast.
"Does my bride approve?" he asked tenderly.
Venna looked up at him tearfully. "You couldn't have done better." was all she said.
The dinner over, Venna and her husband went into the old library. Venna looked around and vivid memories of her life filled her eyes with tears.
"What troubles you?" Hadly asked, fearing she was regretting her step.
"This room makes me think of dear father. It was almosthisroom."
"Yes, I know," returned Hadly, relieved. "Look over your shoulder, you will see a present for my bride."
Venna turned and there upon the wall, she beheld a life-sized portrait of her father, gazing down upon them, with an almost life-like smile.
"O Will!" she exclaimed.
She could say nothing more, but moved slowly to the picture and stood gazing up at the familiar face with an expression of intense yearning. She did not even hear the bell.
Hadly heard it, however, and stepped to the hall.
"We see no one tonight," he instructed the servant. Then he quietly closed the door and stepped over to Venna's side. Putting his arm about her, he gently drew her to him.
"You like it?" he asked, pleased.
"Oh, it was so thoughtful of you!" she exclaimed gratefully. "I can feel his presence here tonight."
The door opened so quietly that neither one noticed it.
Hadly stooped and kissed Venna.
A loud laugh made them turn suddenly.
"The kiss of death!" mocked a woman's voice in scorn.
There in the doorway stood a woman heavily veiled.
She leveled a pistol at Hadly and a loud shot followed.
Her aim was true. Hadly fell heavily at Venna's feet. The woman turned and fled.
No sound escaped Venna's lips. White as death she stooped and gently lifted his head. The servants, hearing the shot, rushed in. She ordered them to summon aid. In fear and trembling they instantly obeyed.
Alone with her husband, a terrible fear possessed her. Was he dead? Was she too late with her pity?
Slowly his eyes opened and looked up into her face.
"Venna girl," he whispered, "it's all over—my dream—it's a rude awakening, but it's best—best for you—Venna, my bride!"
"No! No! Will! We will save you! Have courage!"
She stooped and tenderly kissed his forehead, then gently stroked his hair.
He smiled happily.
"The kiss of death! Yes—how sweet! Good-bye, Venna—find a man worthy of the best—little"—
The sentence was never finished. When help came, they found Venna sobbing hysterically with Hadly in her arms!—dead!
"Our extremity is God's opportunity."
It was just a month since Will Hadly's death.
Pale and serious in her black mourning gown, Venna sat alone in the library answering letters. This was her first opportunity, as every minute of her time had been so far taken up with lawyers.
She had found her financial affairs in excellent condition, new and careful investments having been made by her husband. However, she was surprised that his supposed fortune was entirely gone. He died penniless, having gambled away everything he possessed.
This was a sad revelation to her, but money from him was not needed. How conscientious he had been with her own!
She took up two letters from Brother Johnson and Brother Hallock. They were filled with sympathy and good advice.
In a few weeks they would be through with their country work and be living in New York.
How she longed to see them! Religious longings had grown within her since the tragic death of her husband.
She answered both letters slowly, asking many questions and requesting answers. She was in that nervous condition which makes one feel that not one minute of life can be lost, and every problem must be immediately solved.
As she was folding up these letters, the maid announced a caller.
"I can't see any one yet," said Venna, shrinking from the outside world.
"The lady told me to give you this card, and you might make an exception."
Venna took the card. "May a friend of Brother Hallock's see you a few minutes?" was informally written.
"I will see her," said Venna.
A short, stout woman entered the room and held out a friendly hand to Venna as she came forward.
"I'm so glad to meet you, dear Mrs. Hadly," she said in a quiet, pleasant voice. "Brother Hallock wrote me that you might like to have one of our faith call upon you. I hope I'm not intruding?"
"No, indeed," returned Venna, feeling a quickening influence from this bright, motherly person.
"I'm Sister Maddon. My husband is president of the —— Company, so we have to live East now. I miss the West so much, but I'm thankful we have a conference of our people here. I want you to meet all the Latter-day Saints right soon, won't you?" she asked cordially.
Venna looked down at her black dress.
"Yes, I know," continued her new friend, sitting next to Venna and taking her thin white hand in her own large, capable one. "Don't think because I don't dwell upon it, that I fail to understand your sorrow. It's kinder to help one forget and not bring sad things to the surface. It won't do anyone any good to sit at home and grieve. Let me tell you about our people here, and then perhaps you will want to meet them soon."
For the next hour Venna completely lost herself in listening to her caller's vivid description of the Eastern Conference work, its leaders and their difficulties. When the hour had passed, she felt as though she had known this woman many years. She expressed herself to this effect.
"It is the Spirit of the Lord, dear girl, that draws us together," she explained with a bright, happy smile. "The spirit of the world never does that, does it?"
"No, indeed!" exclaimed Venna. "Somehow I never shrunk from the world as I do now."
"When you have the Gospel firmly written on your heart, you will be eager to enter the world and help it."
When her visitor left, Venna promised to spend the following Saturday with her.
"No one will be there but you and I and the children. We'll have a cosy day that will take you out of yourself," assured Sister Maddon.
—
As Sister Maddon left the house, Mrs. Hansom entered.
"My dear Venna," she said, putting her arms around her niece affectionately, "you look pale as death. I insist on your packing up some things and coming home with me for a month."
"No, no! Auntie dear, I couldn't stand it, really. So many people all the time. If it were only you, dear, but"—
"Don't you know everyone understands and sympathizes with you?"
"Of course—that's just it. They sympathize and condole, until I can't stand it. Don't think I'm ungrateful, but just leave me alone for a little while. Just you come to see me, dear, and I'll come around finely."
"Who was that lady who just went out?"
Venna hesitated. She had told her aunt nothing of her Mormon faith. She hardly felt equal to her disapproval, but she couldn't deceive. It was plainly her duty to declare herself.
"Auntie dear," she said quietly, "that lady is a friend of a Mormon missionary who visited us in the country. He is a wonderful young man, and quite converted Anna, her husband and myself."
Mrs. Hansom at first look puzzled, then suddenly frightened.
"You don't mean you entertained a Mormon?"
"Yes, two of them," returned Venna, slightly smiling.
"And—and Anna allowed it?" queried her aunt, dismayed.
"Not only allowed it, but felt sad at their going." This was too awful for words. Mrs. Hansom gazed at her niece with shame and sorrow.
"You weren't influenced by such people, were you? What do you mean by 'Converted?' Wasn't your father's faith good enough for you, Venna?"
"I've lost nothing of dear father's faith," returned Venna, looking up at his picture, as her eyes became moist. "How sad it is that Christians won't understand these good Mormon people! I have simply strengthened the weak and tottering faith I possessed by learning and accepting added great truths. Oh, if you only knew these missionaries, you would feel their power!"
"Evidently you have felt their power," returned Mrs. Hansom cooly. "I never thought I would live to see this day!"
There was no anger in the keen, searching look Venna gave her aunt. She was trying to read her soul and fathom the mystery of this un-Christian attitude toward the Mormons. There seemed only one explanation.
"Auntie, those anti-Mormon lecturers, who have poisoned the minds of so many Church people, are terribly responsible before God for their lies. When Brother Hallock returns to the city, I'll have you meet him and then you'll know the truth."
"I would not have him enter my door!" returned Mrs. Hansom.
"You wouldn't, then, consider the other side?" asked Venna.
"Not in the case of the Mormons."
Venna did not answer for a moment. Her eyes wandered again to her father's picture.
"Father would have listened," she said softly.
Her aunt colored.
"Yes, I believe dear John would listen to anyone. He was too soft-hearted for this world. Yes, and in those days I would have, too, I suppose. But Dr. Hansom has taught me that compromise kills. I am much stronger for his great influence," she added with pride.
Venna looked at her aunt with a great pity. How she had changed. She seemed to reflect her husband's character as far as her weak nature would permit.
"Auntie, if you refuse to hear the defense how can you judge?"
"It isn't always well to listen to Satan's defense—it often blurs your conceptions—those are Dr. Hansom's exact words. I've heard him give them more than once."
Venna smiled in spite of herself.
"I'm talking to auntie—not to Dr. Hansom," she said kindly.
"Dr. Hansom and I think alike on all subjects," she returned firmly. "Now, Venna, I hope you'll get over this foolishness very quickly. We could never tolerate it, you know. I must get home now, for the 'Auxiliary' meeting is at my house. You won't return with me?"
"Not to-day, auntie. Please come often, won't you?"
"I'm afraid you need it, child!" exclaimed her aunt anxiously. And with a kiss and a pat of the rebellious curls, she was gone.
Venna stood in front of "Daddy's" picture and the tears streamed down both pale cheeks.
"Dear Daddy, if you were only here! You were so fair to everyone. You would understand. Oh, how I need you!"
Suddenly a great wave of happiness swept over her being. She felt a presence in the room. She turned. There in the door-way, with arms outstretched, stood Daddy,herDaddy, with the same old loving smile of approval and understanding.
Motionless she stood, gazing with unspeakable joy.
What a great love shone from his eyes—a protecting love that seemed to thrill her with new confidence and hope.
"Daddy!" she exclaimed and stepped toward him.
She was about to clasp his hand, but he vanished from her touch.
Venna, dazed, stood alone. But the influence of his presence remained with her. New rapturous emotion filled her breast, new hopes, new determination were hers!
She knelt down and prayed.
"O God! I thank Thee for this wonderful vision! Help me to be worthy!"
She arose from her knees with a radiant countenance.
"Daddy is not dead!" she murmured happily. "He knows! He will help me!"
To be popular and also truthful is beyond the power of man.
Sister Maddon was busy bustling about the kitchen, giving directions to her maid for the lunch to be prepared for their new visitor, Mrs. Hadly.
"Now, Mary, make the table look just as cheery as you can. Put the flowers at both ends, and choose the doilies with the brightest colors."
"Me, too, mudder?" piped up the three-year-old urchin tugging at her skirts.
"Yes, sugar plum, if you're awfully good and don't ask for anything at the table."
"Me good!" exclaimed the delighted child, dropping his mother's skirts and running in to tell his older sister.
"That means I'm to wash you up," said eight-year-old Eleanor, catching the youngster and smothering him with kisses.
The kitchen door opened to admit a noisy boy of ten.
"Golly! mother! Things smell good around here. Going to be a company dinner?"
"Yes, Teddy, and if you don't look just as clean as wax, you can't enter the domains!" returned his mother, smiling.
"Me for a wash-up!" exclaimed Teddy, throwing his hat high in the air. "Just watch me! I wouldn't miss a feed for anything."
Mother indulgently handed him a fresh cookie as he went out.
"You're the bestest ever!" he exclaimed.
Another minute brought twelve-year-old blue-eyed Grace to the door.
"Mother dear, I can't find baby's best dress. I have her all fluffed up except that. May I dress now?"
"Yes, dearie. I'll finish baby myself."
And so when Venna arrived, everyone, spic and span, was ready to meet her.
When Venna first entered the large living room in the Maddon home, it seemed to her that children popped out of every corner.
Mrs. Maddon proudly introduced each one, even holding out baby Ann for inspection.
"And this is our smallest, teeniest one," she said, as Venna took the bundle of lace.
"You little angel," said Venna, smiling. "I've been loving another baby Ann this summer." Then Venna told of the child's sickness and recovery.
"Brother Hallock is a man of great faith," said Sister Maddon. "I know him well. We'll be glad to get him back."
When they were all seated at the table, every little head bowed with their mother's.
"I think Grace may ask the blessing," said Sister Maddon.
"God bless the food prepared for our use. May it strengthen and help us for the work before us. Amen," said Grace softly.
Venna looked from one face to the other with admiration.
"What a perfect home picture, Sister Maddon! And this custom of asking the blessing—I like it so much. Something you seldom see in the East."
After a "homey" lunch, which Venna enjoyed more because of the merry faces of the children, Mrs. Maddon and Venna went upstairs alone.
"I want to show you some pictures of the West," she said, taking out a large portfolio full of photographs.
"This was my home," she said, looking fondly at a picture of a large, comfortable house with surrounding porches, upon which played the children.
"Bless their hearts! How they did love the freedom out there. There's no open places for them to play here."
"Are all Mormon families as large as yours?" asked Venna.
"Most of them are larger," returned Sister Maddon, laughing.
"How do youevermanage?" asked Venna in wondering admiration.
"That's what all the Eastern women say! My dear Mrs. Hadly, women in the East don't know how to really enjoy life. Theythinkthey do. They imagine that 'dolling up,' going to balls and theatres and whist parties, give them a good time. But they're not as happy as we are. They pity us and—we pity them!"
"No, I don't believe they know true happiness. One or two children is the limit as a rule—except among the lower classes."
"The lower classes then are the best off."
"But suppose, Sister Maddon, a husband turns out badly. Then a woman must have a struggle to get along."
"That happens sometimes," returned Mrs. Maddon. "But as a rule our men are as near perfect husbands as the Lord ever intended. You see our boys are brought up to be chaste and pure. There is an equal standard of morality for our boys and girls, so they don't sow their wild oats before they're married and then offer their wife a remnant of manhood. We Mormon women can't understand how some Eastern women marry these worn-out sports. I wouldn't want one for the father of my children. My darlings are my whole ambition in life. I believe I was created for that ambition and its attainment."
"Don't any of your girls ever long for a career?" asked Venna.
"Oh, yes, many of them. And Mormon parents always try to develop every talent a girl has. But even our ambitious women finally marry and have large families. They have to be in the world a few years to realize that the highest womanly ambition is to be a mother."
There was a general shouting among the children downstairs.
"Something is pleasing them," said Mother Maddon, laughing.
In a few minutes Teddy bounced in.
"What d'you think, mother? Brother Hallock's come back!" he declared excitedly.
"Already? Why, that's fine, to be sure. We'll come down directly."
"You bet it's dandy!" agreed Teddy, bouncing out again and going downstairs two steps at the time.
Mother Maddon turned to Venna.
"How those children do adore him! You see he lives with us when in the city and every spare minute he spends with those children—he certainly deserves a good, wholesome wife. But I don't have to worry about him yet. He has another year of mission work, and missionaries aren't allowed to speak of love to any woman. So I have a whole year to give him good advice!" she said, laughing. "Come, we must go down to him."
Venna needed no urging. She was anxious to talk with him.
Brother Hallock received both women with great friendliness. The children, fearful of letting him go, clung around him as he held out both hands.
There was great sympathy in the keen glance he gave Venna. He realized her state of mind by the great change in her.
"A little while with these youngsters would bring the roses back to your cheeks, Mrs. Hadly," he said, kindly.
"I'm sure it would," returned Venna, looking at the children with a wistful smile. "How fortunate this woman is!" she thought.
He noticed her expression.
"What do you think of a 'Mormon' family?" he asked.
"I think it is Theodore Roosevelt's idea of what every American family should be," returned Venna.
After a very happy afternoon and a promise to come again, Venna took her leave. Brother Hallock escorted her home.
"Won't you come in?" asked Venna when they reached the house.
"Not to-night, thank you. But if you are willing, I will call to-morrow afternoon."
And so they parted. Venna to a good night of refreshing sleep. Brother Hallock to a rather restless night, with dreams of his saving Venna from all kinds of catastrophes.
The next afternoon Venna lost herself in more discussion and explanation of the "Mormon" faith. Her afternoon in Brother Hallock's company would have been perfect, but for the fact that her Aunt Emily came in upon them unexpectedly. Venna introduced her to Brother Hallock. She frigidly acknowledged the introduction, said a few parting words to Venna—she was going away for two weeks with Dr. Hansom—and then quickly left the house.
Brother Hallock relieved Venna's embarrassment.
"Don't feel badly on my account," he said, smiling. "There are very few ministers' wives that tolerate us at all. We expect that."
The next morning's mail brought a short letter to Venna.
"Dear Venna:
"Dr. Hansom and I are grieved beyond words. Are you so under the spell of those evil-minded Mormons that you intend to disgrace us all? Do you stop for a moment to consider that all your friends will cast you off? Dr. Hansom said, 'I wouldn't want to acknowledge a Mormon as a relative.' But he is so good and kind he would not cast you off, for my sake. O, Venna, recover yourself, before it is too late and your life is ruined! Dr. Hansom will ask all his people to pray for your deliverance. I gave him your message, asking him to discuss the subject with you. He says, "There is nothing to discuss. As soon waste time talking over fairy tales."
"So you see his great and generous mind has only pity for you, dear. When we come back, let us come to the dear old Venna we always loved, with her simple faith.
"Yours always lovingly,
"Aunt Emily."
Venna laid the letter down with a sigh. Then she opened another from Ashfield.
"Dear Venna,
"This is just a short note from your Anna. How we all miss you more and more! I can't return to the city until the paralysis epidemic is over, so you have the advantage over me. I suppose by the time we come back you'll know all the good Mormons in the city.
"Mr. Soffy called and asked for your address. I told him you left word that I should give it to no one. He got very red and walked out with a very angry expression. Bud also wanted to write, so I held his hand and helped spell his words. Here is his letter enclosed. Let me know how you are and if you are overcoming your great sorrow. Time will show you, dear, it was all for the best.
"Lovingly,
"Anna."
Venna smiled as she unfolded Bud's letter.
"Dear Missus Hadly:
"Wot I can't spell, yer friend will. Ashfield is so powerful lonesome since yer went. They have it yer in Utah with the Mormons and thet yer husband has tin other wives. Yer friend says taint true, so don't yer think I believe it.
"Mr. Soffy give a sermon on Delusions—I got thet word right this time for I said it over an over all week. Every one said it was sure fine. Miss Mary said it was meant ter hit yer, an I up an' told her, Mr. Soffy was dirty mean ter cast inflections on yer. Miss Mary toldmawot I said, and she up an gave me a lickin. But wen I wus sore all over, I felt a sort o satisfactory in suffrin fer won I love. I up an tole Boss Holden this, an' he says yer worth all the humiliation we can give yer.
"Write ter me to yer friend so ma won't see it.
"Yours always in emotion,
"Bud."
"Dear Bud!" said Venna softly, "some day your devotion shall be repaid!"
"For all eternity."
The winter of 1916-17 will always be a memorable one in America. The awful reports of the war in the Old World filled the New World with constant fear that we, too, would be dragged into it in spite of all overtures for Peace by President Wilson.
This public interest together with her activities in religious work brought Venna completely out of her solitude, and made her once more happy and ambitious. She opened her home to the young Mormon missionaries and never was there a time when two or three were not staying with her. So heartily did she embrace the Mormon faith, that it soon seemed as though it had always been hers, and her new friends seemed nearer to her than the old ones. Most of her society friends dropped her entirely, but Venna had no time for them now, so she did not miss their attention.
It hurt Venna to see her aunt's continual attitude of despair for her lost condition. She and Dr. Hansom were still Venna's friends, but their relations were strained and they seldom stayed long in one another's company. All Venna's efforts to discuss with them failed.
Summer came again, but Venna entertained no thoughts of the country. Both her time and her money were too much needed in the city. She had become quite expert in Red Cross work and enjoyed it more than anything else.
It was one week after America had declared war. Venna was reading the papers with intense interest when Brother Hallock called.
She had come to look for his frequent calls as a necessity. At last love had come into her life and Brother Hallock was her greatest joy. Together they constantly planned for the Church and Red Cross work.
"So it has come at last!" said Venna seriously.
"Yes, at last! America has tried to keep out of it; but we, too, must bear our share of the world's burden. I intend to do my part. Venna, I have news for you. I'm released."
"From what?"
"From my mission. I can go back West anytime now."
"You will go West?" she asked with a sudden fear of losing him.
"Very soon, yes; I feel as though I don't want to waste time. I'm going home to work off some of the debt incurred by my mission and then I shall volunteer."
Both stood silent for a few moments, looking into one another's eyes with a realization of a future of sacrifice.
"How can I possibly spare you?" she asked, laying her hand gently upon his arm.
Her touch thrilled him.
"Don't you think it will be hard for me?" he said, with emotion.
She stood thoughtful for a moment. She felt his great love for her, but then it was not permitted for him to speak of it. She would not tempt him to break mission rules.
She looked up smiling.
"When do you expect to go?"
"Next week," he answered, smiling his appreciation of her effort.
"You will write to me, of course?"
"Directly I arrive!" came promptly. "And you?"
"I won't tell you now what I intend doing. You might not approve," she replied, laughing.
"What new idea now?" he asked, looking curiously at her flushed, eager countenance.
"You must not know until you volunteer. So let me know when you go to France, won't you?"
So Brother Hallock left for the West the following week, wondering what surprise Venna had planned.
Everything seemed changed to Venna, after his departure.
The cold indifference of her society friends seemed to turn into a constant stinging rebuke. Many of her Mormon associates were only visitors in the East for the winter. She had grown fond of them all, and as one by one left for the West, she longed to go, too. Walter wrote as he had promised, but his letter was so disappointing, it was almost impossible for her to be her own smiling self.
How she had longed for that first letter! How she had watched the mails! Surely when he had returned home and had been honorably released, he would write of his love for her! These were her expectations, her longings.
Was it all a mistake after all? Had she onlyimaginedhe loved her?
This was the first letter from the man she loved—a kind, friendly letter, which her trembling hands had opened to her own chagrin.
"Salt Lake City.
"Dear Sister Venna:
"I meant to write to you sooner, but have been rushed here and there on business and social calls at such a rate, I have scarcely had time to eat. My dear sister, you can't conceive how strange an experience it is to come home from a mission. Everyone makes a great deal more of you than you deserve and mothers—well, if every mother acted like my mother did (I expect they all do), the boys must all feel fine about their small sacrifices. Mother follows me from room to room, and whenever I'm at home she tries her best to make me realize I'm just the grandest son in Christendom, so do my sisters. The girls and mother vie with one another to excel in their goodness to me. If I were not well dosed with the scorn and abuse of the East, I'm afraid this wonderful home adoration would unbalance me, and deprive me of my humility.
"It seems mighty good to be in dear old Salt Lake again; but it is so strange, Venna, how all my former companions seem changed to me. Of course, I know it is I who have changed the most. I have grown away from them in many ways. I find myself criticising many little things in their lives that I never noticed before I left for the East. I find myself correcting them, and they laughingly tell me I have gotten the 'preaching habit' and must come down to earth a little.
"Yes, there's no doubt a missionary's life takes one beyond himself, as it were. I wish all the boys had the privilege of living in the mission field for two years. I believe every one of them would lose the desire for small follies.
"Give my love to all the saints and especially to dear Sister Maddon.
"Write to me soon and tell me all the 'doings' of the Mission. God bless you in your wonderful devotion.
"Your brother in the Gospel,
"Walter Hallock."
"What a cool, ordinary letter!" thought Venna as she re-read his letter for the twentieth time.
She was dressing to go out for a ride with Mrs. Maddon who had phoned to her in the morning asking her to take a few hours from her duties to ride out into the country, and "we will have a good old chat," she had added.
Dear Mrs. Maddon! How Venna loved this cheerful friend. In spite of herself, Venna always brightened in her company. Yes, an afternoon with her would be refreshing.
As the bell announced her coming Venna quickly folded Walter's letter and tucked it away in her waist. In true womanly fashion, she carried that first letter always with her.
Soon the two women were comfortably settled and whizzing through the hot city streets to the cool, green country without. Venna was at the wheel. She seldom had a chauffeur now, much to the disgust of her aunt and Dr. Hansom. She tried to explain that she wished to be in good practice—some day she would drive in France—but this was listened to with a smile.
Once out on almost deserted country roads, Venna slackened speed, and the two friends gazed out upon the passing panorama of sunlit fields and dark, cool woodlands with evident satisfaction.
"How I envy Anna Halloway!" exclaimed Venna suddenly. "Did you know I received a letter from her lately? As soon as they reached the West, they looked around for real country life high up in the mountains. You know both Anna and her husband hate city life. They found a place called 'Ephraim,' and they've bought a home there. Anna says she looks at the mountains and feels nearer heaven already. She's so happy to have such a place to bring up her babe in. I'm glad for her, but I miss her so!"
"Is she the only one you miss?" asked Sister Maddon, laughing. "And is she the only one you have heard from lately?"
Venna blushed and gave the machine a little spurt.
"Oh, no," she returned, trying to look indifferent. "I meant to tell you I heard from Walter about a week ago. He wishes me to give you his love. Here is his letter. Won't you read it?"
Sister Maddon read and then handed the letter back to Venna.
"Good as no letter at all—don't you think so?" she questioned Venna, smiling.
The machine received another spurt, as Venna determined to conceal her hurt.
"Why, no," she answered calmly, "it was very kind of him to write at all when he is so busy."
Mrs. Maddon laughed one of her joyous little ripples.
"Now, look here, Venna dear, I didn't persuade you to come out to-day just because your health needed it. It isn't only much needed fresh air that has paled you lately. You mustn't mind a mother like me getting interested in your great love for Walter, and his great love for you. You don't mind me speaking frankly, dear?"
Venna turned to her friend impulsively.
"I couldn't mind anything fromyou, Sister Maddon, but you've guessed wrong this time. That letter ought to prove it to you."
"It proves nothing—except that Walter won't propose to a rich girl when he is without a cent and must soon go to war."
"How do you knowthat?" exclaimed Venna, her large eyes scanning her friend's face eagerly.
"Because he told me so!" came with another joyous ripple.
"You don't mean"—
"Yes, Idomean that your place is out West as soon as you can get there. We'll miss you here, but your place is with that good boy of ours as long as he is here. Don't lose time. He may be in France soon.He'llnever propose to you, you'll have to show him how!"
Venna brought the car to a sudden standstill. The road was empty. She buried her face on Mother Maddon's shoulder and sobbed for joy. The mother's heart was touched.
"Tears of joy, aren't they, dear?" she said, patting the curls lovingly. "Just think howhefeels, away out West. We mustn't lose any time."
—
Two weeks later Venna and Walter stood smiling into one another's eyes with the rapture of a great love.
Suddenly Walter's eyes clouded. "Even if I had not volunteered, Venna, I would have nothing to offer you until I had proved myself, but this war—God knows when it will end, and then every man has to start life again, perhaps blind or crippled."
As he spoke, Venna trembled with a fearful premonition of the world's future sorrows, but when he finished, she looked her love into his soul, smiling bravely.
"How better can a woman show her love than when a man needs her most? You know a Mormon girl marries for eternity, not just for the few years of this life—and if you come back from the war afflicted, who could better care for you than I? As for money, I've been thinking a great deal about my wealth to-day. It seems wicked to be rich, when so many are starving. I shall keep a very little for the future. The rest of my wealth I'll give to the Belgians and French. So you see, Walter, neither of us will have money after the war. With so great a love in our hearts, should we think of material things?"
"I have determined to go to France also, Walter," she added, smiling.
"Yougo to France?" he asked, surprised.
"And why not? Should I not be as patriotic as you? Women are needed badly. I am quite a Red Cross nurse now, you know."
"Yes, you're right," he answered seriously. "But I had never thought ofyougoing. What a world of sacrifice we are now living in!"
"Let us try to hold our heads high and smile at adversity," she replied, smiling back at him.
"For God and America!" he added, taking her tenderly in his arms. "O Venna," he said, passionately, "what have I done to deserve such a woman as you! For all eternity! How little the outside world realizes the inspiration of that word. Shall we go through the temple together, Venna? Shall we be married there before we go to Europe?"
"Yes, Walter—for all eternity!" she answered softly.