"When he gets a little older," said the doctor, shaking over his plateful, "he"ll be interested to trace the processes of his father"s thought from a guest and half a peck of stewed chicken, to a robin and half a pint of--"
"Don"t, doctor!" pleaded Mrs. Putney. "He won"t have the least trouble if he"ll keep to the surface."
Putney laughed impartially, and said: "Well, we"ll take the doctor out and weigh him when he gets done. We expected Brother Peck here this evening,"
he explained to Dr. Morrell. "You"re our sober second thought--Well,"
he broke off, looking across the table at his wife with mock anxiety.
"Anything wrong about that, Ellen?"
"Not as far as I"m concerned, Mrs. Putney," interposed the doctor. "I"m glad to be here on any terms. Go on, Putney."
"Oh, there isn"t anything more. You know how Miss Kilburn here has been round throwing ridicule on Brother Peck, because he wants the shop-hands treated with common decency, and my idea was to get the two together and see how she would feel."
Dr. Morrell laughed at this with what Annie thought was unnecessary malice; but he stopped suddenly, after a glance at her, and Putney went on--
"Brother Peck pleaded another engagement. Said he had to go off into the country to see a sick woman that wasn"t expected to live. You don"t remember the Merrifields, do you, Annie? Well, it doesn"t matter. One of "em married West, and her husband left her, and she came home here and got a divorce; I got it for her. She"s the one. As a consumptive, she had superior attractions for Brother Peck. It isn"t a case that admits of jealousy exactly, but it wouldn"t matter to Brother Peck anyway. If he saw a chance to do a good action, he"d wade through blood."
"Now look here, Ralph," said Mrs. Putney, "there"s such a thing as letting yourself _too_ loose."
"Well, _gore_, then," said Putney, b.u.t.tering himself a biscuit.
The boy, who had kept quiet till now, seemed reached by this last touch, and broke into a high, crowing laugh, in which they all joined except his father.
"Gore suits Winthy, anyway," he said, beginning to eat his biscuit. "I met one of the deacons from Brother Peck"s last parish, in Boston, yesterday.
He asked me if we considered Brother Peck anyways peculiar in Hatboro", and when I said we thought he was a little too luxurious, the deacon came out with a lot of things. The way Brother Peck behaved toward the needy in that last parish of his made it simply uninhabitable to the standard Christian.
They had to get rid of him somehow--send him away or kill him. Of course the deacon said they didn"t want to _kill_ him."
"Where was his last parish?" asked the doctor.
"Down on the Maine coast somewhere. Pen.o.bscotport, I believe."
"And was he indigenous there?"
"No, I believe not; he"s from Ma.s.sachusetts. Farm-boy and then mill-hand, I understand. Self-helped to an education; divinity student with summer intervals of waiting at table in the mountain hotels probably. Drifted down Maine way on his first call and stuck; but I guess he won"t stick here very long. Annie"s friend Mr. Gerrish is going to look after Brother Peck before a great while." He laughed, to see her blush, and went on. "You see, Brother Gerrish has got a high ideal of what a Christian minister ought to be; he hasn"t said much about it, but I can see that Brother Peck doesn"t come up to it. Well, Brother Gerrish has got a good many ideals. He likes to get anybody he can by the throat, and squeeze the difference of opinion out of "em."
"There, now, Ralph," his wife interposed, "you let Mr. Gerrish alone.
_You_ don"t like people to differ with you, either. Is your cup out, doctor?"
"Thank you," said the doctor, handing it up to her. "And you mean Mr.
Gerrish doesn"t like Mr. Peck"s doctrine?" he asked of Putney.
"Oh, I don"t know that he objects to his doctrine; he can"t very well; it"s "between the leds of the Bible," as the Hard-sh.e.l.l Baptist said. But he objects to Brother Peck"s walk and conversation. He thinks he walks too much with the poor, and converses too much with the lowly. He says he thinks that the pew-owners in Mr. Peck"s church and the people who pay his salary have some rights to his company that he"s bound to respect."
The doctor relished the irony, but he asked, "Isn"t there something to say on that side?"
"Oh yes, a good deal. There"s always something to say on both sides, even when one"s a wrong side. That"s what makes it all so tiresome--makes you wish you were dead." He looked up, and caught his boy"s eye fixed with melancholy intensity upon him. "I hope you"ll never look at both sides when you grow up, Win. It"s mighty uncomfortable. You take the right side, and stick to that. Brother Gerrish," he resumed, to the doctor, "goes round taking the credit of Brother Peck"s call here; but the fact is he opposed it. He didn"t like his being so indifferent about the salary. Brother Gerrish held that the labourer was worthy of his hire, and if he didn"t inquire what his wages were going to be, it was a pretty good sign that he wasn"t going to earn them."
"Well, there was some logic in that," said the doctor, smiling as before.
"Plenty. And now it worries Brother Gerrish to see Brother Peck going round in the same old suit of clothes he came here in, and dressing his child like a shabby little Irish girl. He says that he who provideth not for those of his own household is worse than a heathen. That"s perfectly true.
And he would like to know what Brother Peck does with his money, anyway. He would like to insinuate that he loses it at poker, I guess; at any rate, he can"t find out whom he gives it to, and he certainly doesn"t spend it on himself."
"From your account of Mr. Peck." said the doctor, "I should think Brother Gerrish might safely object to him as a certain kind of sentimentalist."
"Well, yes, he might, looking at him from the outside. But when you come to talk with Brother Peck, you find yourself sort of frozen out with a most unexpected, hard-headed cold-bloodedness. Brother Peck is plain common-sense itself. He seems to be a man without an illusion, without an emotion."
"Oh, not so bad as that!" laughed the doctor.
"Ask Miss Kilburn. She"s talked with him, and she hates him."
"No, I don"t, Ralph," Annie began.
"Oh, well, then, perhaps he only made you hate yourself," said Putney.
There was something charming in his mockery, like the teasing of a brother with a sister; and Annie did not find the atonement to which he brought her altogether painful. It seemed to her really that she was getting off pretty easily, and she laughed with hearty consent at last.
Winthrop asked solemnly, "How did he do that?"
"Oh, I can"t tell exactly, Winthrop," she said, touched by the boy"s simple interest in this abstruse point. "He made me feel that I had been rather mean and cruel when I thought I had only been practical. I can"t explain; but it wasn"t a comfortable feeling, my dear."
"I guess that"s the trouble with Brother Peck," said Putney. "He doesn"t make you feel comfortable. He doesn"t flatter you up worth a cent.
There was Annie expecting him to take the most fervent interest in her theatricals, and her Social Union, and coo round, and tell her what a n.o.ble woman she was, and beg her to consider her health, and not overwork herself in doing good; but instead of that he simply showed her that she was a moral Cave-Dweller, and that she was living in a Stone Age of social brutalities; and of course she hated him."
"Yes, that was the way, Winthrop," said Annie; and they all laughed with her.
"Now you take them into the parlour, Ralph," said his wife, rising, "and tell them how he made _you_ hate him."
"I shouldn"t like anything better," replied Putney. He lifted the large ugly kerosene lamp that had been set on the table when it grew dark during tea, and carried it into the parlour with him. His wife remained to speak with her little helper, but she sent Annie with the gentlemen.
"Why, there isn"t a great deal of it--more spirit than letter, so to speak," said Putney, when he put down the lamp in the parlour. "You know how I like to go on about other people"s sins, and the world"s wickedness generally; but one day Brother Peck, in that cool, impersonal way of his, suggested that it was not a wholly meritorious thing to hate evil. He went so far as to say that perhaps we could not love them that despitefully used us if we hated their evil so furiously. He said it was a good deal more desirable to understand evil than to hate it, for then we could begin to cure it. Yes, Brother Peck let in a good deal of light on me. He rather insinuated that I must be possessed by the very evils I hated, and that was the reason I was so violent about them. I had always supposed that I hated other people"s cruelty because I was merciful, and their meanness because I was magnanimous, and their intolerance because I was generous, and their conceit because I was modest, and their selfishness because I was disinterested; but after listening to Brother Peck a while I came to the conclusion that I hated these things in others because I was cruel myself, and mean, and bigoted, and conceited, and piggish; and that"s why I"ve hated Brother Peck ever since--just like you, Annie. But he didn"t reform me, I"m thankful to say, any more than he did you. I"ve gone on just the same, and I suppose I hate more infernal scoundrels and loathe more infernal idiots to-day than ever; but I perceive that I"m no part of the power that makes for righteousness as long as I work that racket; and now I sin with light and knowledge, anyway. No, Annie," he went on, "I can understand why Brother Peck is not the success with women, and feminine temperaments like me, that his virtues ent.i.tle him to be. What we feminine temperaments want is a prophet, and Brother Peck doesn"t prophesy worth a cent. He doesn"t pretend to be authorised in any sort of way; he has a sneaking style of being no better than you are, and of being rather stumped by some of the truths he finds out. No, women like a good prophet about as well as they do a good doctor. Now if you, if you could unite the two functions, Doc--"
"Sort of medicine-man?" suggested Morrell.
"Exactly! The aborigines understood the thing. Why, I suppose that a real live medicine-man could go through a community like this and not leave a sinful soul nor a sore body in it among the ladies--perfect faith cure."
"But what did you say to Mr. Peck, Ralph?" asked Annie. "Didn"t you attempt any defence?"
"No," said Putney. "He had the advantage of me. You can"t talk back at a man in the pulpit."
"Oh, it was a sermon?"
"I suppose the other people thought so. But I knew it was a private conversation that he was publicly holding with me."
Putney and the doctor began to talk of the nature and origin of evil, and Annie and the boy listened. Putney took high ground, and attributed it to Adam. "You know, Annie," he explained, "I don"t believe this; but I like to get a scientific man that won"t quite deny Scripture or the good old Bible premises, and see him suffer. h.e.l.lo! you up yet, Winthrop? I guess I"ll go through the form of carrying you to bed, my son."
When Mrs. Putney rejoined them, Annie said she must go, and Mrs. Putney went upstairs with her, apparently to help her put on her things, but really to have that talk before parting which guest and hostess value above the whole evening"s pleasure. She showed Annie the pictures of the little girls that had died, and talked a great deal about their sickness and their loveliness in death. Then they spoke of others, and Mrs. Putney asked Annie if she had seen Lyra Wilmington lately. Annie told of her call with Mrs.
Munger, and Mrs. Putney said: "I _like_ Lyra, and I always did. I presume she isn"t very happily married; he"s too old; there couldn"t have been any love on her part. But she would be a better woman than she is if she had children. Ralph says," added Mrs. Putney, smiling, "that he knows she would be a good mother, she"s such a good aunt."
Annie put her two hands impressively on the hands of her friend folded at her waist. "Ellen, what _does_ it mean?"
"Nothing more than what you saw, Annie. She must have--or she _will_ have--some one to amuse her; to be at her beck and call; and it"s best to have it all in the family, Ralph says."