"Yes, I do. He"s the best-looking man in the bunch. He"s so tall and straight, too, and so--so bishop-y in the set of his clothes. They fit him. But he doesn"t jabber as much as the rest. I s"pose "twould be just like the things that happen to me to find out that that giant bean-pole which keeps teetering around the room is the bishop." She indicated a very tall, very slender man, who at that moment chanced to pa.s.s their retreat.
"No," her companion answered promptly, "that is not the bishop. His name is Shumway,--Dr. Shumway--"
"Dr. Shumway!" echoed the child. "The man the bishop is going to send to our church? Well, I don"t wonder the people mean to kick! Ain"t he the homeliest ever?"
"Who told you that?" gravely asked the stranger preacher, all the smile gone from his kindly eyes.
"That he"s homely? No one. I can see it for myself."
"I mean who told you that the people intend to kick?"
"Oh! Grandpa was talking to Grandma last evening. The paper said Dr.
Shumway was to take the place of Dr. Glaves. It"s a pity they can"t divide up, ain"t it? Dr. Glaves would look less like an elephant if he didn"t have so much meat on him and Dr. Shumway needs a lot more"n he"s got."
"Who is your grandfather?" interrupted the man beside her, ignoring the candid criticisms of his entertainer.
"Dr. Campbell, President of the State University," she answered proudly.
"Oh!" He was silent a moment; then as if musing aloud, he murmured, "So they mean to kick, do they?"
"Well, wouldn"t you? This is the third time South Avenue Church has asked for one partic"lar man and got a different fellow. It"s time they kicked, seems to me. I guess the bishop likes to lord it over the churches and have his own way in things."
"Perhaps he thinks he knows best what kind of a man is needed in his different charges."
"P"r"aps he does, but he made an awful bungle when he sent Dr. Glaves down here,--that"s sure."
"Possibly that was a mistake," replied her companion in a queer, strained voice. "But no one is sorrier than the bishop himself when he blunders."
"Then I sh"d think he would be more careful about giving us another misfit. We are tired of "em."
"Dr. Shumway is a man whom everyone loves," said the ministerial-looking gentleman warmly.
"I"m glad of that, then; but I am sorry he is coming to South Avenue Church just the same. He doesn"t look as if he could stand being kicked any more"n Papa could. Has he got any children?"
"Yes, five, I believe."
"Any my size?"
"I think his family is pretty well grown up, my girl."
"That"s lucky, for if the church _should_ happen to wear him out like they did Papa, why, his children could take care of themselves when he died and not have to dig like we did, and fin"ly be adopted or else sent to the poor farm."
The big man fidgeted in his pew and looked quite uncomfortable as the relentless voice continued, "I sh"d hate to be a bishop and have such things blamed onto me; but if the bishop hadn"t _insisted_ on sending Papa to that Pendennis Church when they had asked for someone else, maybe he might be living with his family yet, instead of with the angels."
"Who was your Papa?" the gruff voice gently asked.
"Peter Greenfield."
"Oh!"
"Did you know him?"
"Yes. Yes, indeed. He was one of my--I am the--I knew him well. He was a good preacher and a splendid man. The Church suffered a great loss in his death."
"His family suffered a worser one, "cause Mamma got sick and then we had two angels behind the Gates, and no one here to tell us what to do, and Gail not eighteen."
"Tell me about it."
The missionary meeting had long since dissolved into several committee meetings, and the hum of voices in the great auditorium drowned the conversation in the dim recess at the rear of the room; but Peace had entirely forgotten her surroundings, and without restraint she poured out the simple story of her father"s sacrifices in her concise, forceful way, laying bare family secrets and relating with telling effect the pathetic struggle of the six sisters left alone to face the battle with the world.
"And then we came to live with Grandpa and Grandma Campbell," she finished. "They are just like truly relations to us, but they can never make up for our own father and mother, any more than we can really take the place of their own little girls which died. Why, has the Conference quit? Everybody"s bustling all around the room now. I wonder where Grandma went? Is it time to go home?"
"In a moment or two," replied the man, thoughtfully stroking his smoothly-shaven chin. "Some of the committees are evidently still in session."
"And I never looked at Allee"s Alb.u.m all the while I was here! I had to come, else Grandma couldn"t, "cause the girls are all in school "xcept Hope, and she has gone to see the _iniquities_ at the Library. So I brought this along to keep myself awake with, "cause I thought it would likely be a stupid, sleepy meeting today. They always are when a lot of fat old ladies get to talking _ecstatics_,"--she meant statistics--"but I"ve had a very nice time listening and watching those funny preachers; and I"m glad you came along to talk to me--"
"Bishop Malthouse!" someone from the rostrum shouted.
The dignified gentleman rose hastily, stooped and kissed the white cheek of the child, and departed after a hurried, "Sounds as if I was wanted."
At that moment Mrs. Campbell rustled up to the little recess where the wheel-chair stood, glanced apprehensively at the figure reclining among the cushions, and briskly asked, "Tired, dearie?"
"No, Grandma. I"ve had a lovely time. But who is that minister just going up the aisle?"
Mrs. Campbell glanced over her shoulder. "Bishop Malthouse, dear."
"Bishop--!" Words failed her.
"Yes, the man who appoints the ministers of this Conference."
"O, Grandma! And I told him some dreadful things about himself. We"ve been talking most of the afternoon."
Mrs. Campbell"s heart smote her. "What did you say to him, girlie?"
Peace briefly recounted their conversation as she remembered it, and sighed tragically, "I talk too much. Faith says I tell all I know to everyone I meet."
"That little tongue of yours does run away with itself sometimes,"
replied the woman, dismayed at Peace"s revelations; but perceiving how distressed the child felt over her blunder, she forbore to chide her; and in silence they wound their way homeward.
The President was late for dinner that night, but when he did arrive, the whole family knew from his very step that he was the bearer of good news.
"Grandpa"s glad," sang Peace, as he hurried into the room and took his place at the table.
"Did--have you been--?" began Mrs. Campbell, hesitatingly.
"To the Official Board Meeting?" he finished. "Yes, that is why I am so late."
"The meeting was in regard to the new preacher?"