"Oh, it"s nothing except what you probably know. It was evening and I"d been riding all day and thinking about--about a hundred things, Lois, and then suddenly I had a sense that some one was sitting across from me, felt that he"d been there for some time, and had a vague idea that he was another traveller. All at once he leaned over toward me and I heard a voice say: "I want you to be a priest, that"s what I want." Well I jumped up and cried out, "Oh, my G.o.d, not that!"--made an idiot of myself before about twenty people; you see there wasn"t any one sitting there at all.
A week after that I went to the Jesuit College in Philadelphia and crawled up the last flight of stairs to the rector"s office on my hands and knees."
There was another silence and Lois saw that her brother"s eyes wore a far-away look, that he was staring unseeingly out over the sunny fields. She was stirred by the modulations of his voice and the sudden silence that seemed to flow about him when he finished speaking.
She noticed now that his eyes were of the same fibre as hers, with the green left out, and that his mouth was much gentler, really, than in the picture--or was it that the face had grown up to it lately? He was getting a little bald just on top of his head. She wondered if that was from wearing a hat so much. It seemed awful for a man to grow bald and no one to care about it.
"Were you--pious when you were young, Kieth?" she asked. "You know what I mean. Were you religious? If you don"t mind these personal questions."
"Yes," he said with his eyes still far away--and she felt that his intense abstraction was as much a part of his personality as his attention. "Yes, I suppose I was, when I was--sober."
Lois thrilled slightly.
"Did you drink?"
He nodded.
"I was on the way to making a bad hash of things." He smiled and, turning his gray eyes on her, changed the subject.
"Child, tell me about mother. I know it"s been awfully hard for you there, lately. I know you"ve had to sacrifice a lot and put up with a great deal and I want you to know how fine of you I think it is. I feel, Lois, that you"re sort of taking the place of both of us there."
Lois thought quickly how little she had sacrificed; how lately she had constantly avoided her nervous, half-invalid mother.
"Youth shouldn"t be sacrificed to age, Kieth," she said steadily.
"I know," he sighed, "and you oughtn"t to have the weight on your shoulders, child. I wish I were there to help you."
She saw how quickly he had turned her remark and instantly she knew what this quality was that he gave off. He was SWEET. Her thoughts went of on a side-track and then she broke the silence with an odd remark.
"Sweetness is hard," she said suddenly.
"What?"
"Nothing," she denied in confusion. "I didn"t mean to speak aloud. I was thinking of something--of a conversation with a man named Freddy Kebble."
"Maury Kebble"s brother?"
"Yes," she said rather surprised to think of him having known Maury Kebble. Still there was nothing strange about it. "Well, he and I were talking about sweetness a few weeks ago. Oh, I don"t know--I said that a man named Howard--that a man I knew was sweet, and he didn"t agree with me, and we began talking about what sweetness in a man was: He kept telling me I meant a sort of soppy softness, but I knew I didn"t--yet I didn"t know exactly how to put it. I see now. I meant just the opposite. I suppose real sweetness is a sort of hardness--and strength."
Kieth nodded.
"I see what you mean. I"ve known old priests who had it."
"I"m talking about young men," she said rather defiantly.
They had reached the now deserted baseball diamond and, pointing her to a wooden bench, he sprawled full length on the gra.s.s.
"Are these YOUNG men happy here, Kieth?"
"Don"t they look happy, Lois?"
"I suppose so, but those YOUNG ones, those two we just pa.s.sed--have they--are they---?
"Are they signed up?" he laughed. "No, but they will be next month."
"Permanently?"
"Yes--unless they break down mentally or physically. Of course in a discipline like ours a lot drop out."
"But those BOYS. Are they giving up fine chances outside--like you did?"
He nodded.
"Some of them."
"But Kieth, they don"t know what they"re doing. They haven"t had any experience of what they"re missing."
"No, I suppose not."
"It doesn"t seem fair. Life has just sort of scared them at first. Do they all come in so YOUNG?"
"No, some of them have knocked around, led pretty wild lives--Regan, for instance."
"I should think that sort would be better," she said meditatively, "men that had SEEN life."
"No," said Kieth earnestly, "I"m not sure that knocking about gives a man the sort of experience he can communicate to others.
Some of the broadest men I"ve known have been absolutely rigid about themselves. And reformed libertines are a notoriously intolerant cla.s.s. Don"t you thank so, Lois?"
She nodded, still meditative, and he continued:
"It seems to me that when one weak reason goes to another, it isn"t help they want; it"s a sort of companionship in guilt, Lois. After you were born, when mother began to get nervous she used to go and weep with a certain Mrs. Comstock. Lord, it used to make me shiver. She said it comforted her, poor old mother.
No, I don"t think that to help others you"ve got to show yourself at all. Real help comes from a stronger person whom you respect.
And their sympathy is all the bigger because it"s impersonal."
"But people want human sympathy," objected Lois. "They want to feel the other person"s been tempted."
"Lois, in their hearts they want to feel that the other person"s been weak. That"s what they mean by human.
"Here in this old monkery, Lois," he continued with a smile, "they try to get all that self-pity and pride in our own wills out of us right at the first. They put us to scrubbing floors--and other things. It"s like that idea of saving your life by losing it.
You see we sort of feel that the less human a man is, in your sense of human, the better servant he can be to humanity. We carry it out to the end, too. When one of us dies his family can"t even have him then. He"s buried here under plain wooden cross with a thousand others."
His tone changed suddenly and he looked at her with a great brightness in his gray eyes.
"But way back in a man"s heart there are some things he can"t get rid of--an one of them is that I"m awfully in love with my little sister."
With a sudden impulse she knelt beside him in the gra.s.s and, Leaning over, kissed his forehead.
"You"re hard, Kieth," she said, "and I love you for it--and you"re sweet."