"O, Peace," cried an eager voice at her elbow, as she climbed the stone steps to the vestibule, "Miss Gordon told me to give this to you--"
"How"d she know I would be here?" demanded Peace aggressively.
"Why, Dr. Shumway told us--"
"I might have known someone would squeal," was the irritated reply. "Men folks are worse than women about gabbling. They _never_ can keep their mouths shut. I wanted to s"prise the people myself."
Miss Gordon"s message-bearer drew back somewhat disconcerted by her reception. But the cloud on the small face, growing rosy and round once more, abruptly lifted, and Peace, with a gleam of mischief in her eyes, inquired, "Did he tell you _his_ secret, too?"
"What secret? No, you tell us about it," they clamored.
The aisle was almost blocked at that point by the tall form of d.i.c.kson Shumway, leaning on his cane, for his injured limb was none too strong yet, and Peace purposely waited till she was directly behind him, when she said in a shrill, high voice, which made everyone look and listen, "Why, Dr. Shumway is going to marry my sister Gail as soon as ever he can get her to settle the day. _Now_ will you give away any more of my secrets, Dr. d.i.c.k?" For at the sound of her voice the young giant had turned a startled face toward the delighted crowd at the door, but a burst of tempestuous applause drowned whatever he might have replied; and Peace, triumphant, slipped past him to her seat, while the congregation showered him with congratulations.
Not until she had taken her place among her cla.s.smates did Peace find time to glance at the sc.r.a.p of paper which Miss Gordon"s messenger had thrust into her hand, and this is what she read:
""The Handwriting on the Wall." Dan. 5:25-27. Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin. Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting."
Turning to the girl who had given her the bit of writing, she snarled, "You"re trying to April Fool me. Miss Gordon never gave you that."
"She did, too. It was our Golden Text a few weeks ago. Today is Review Sunday, and when the superintendent calls on our cla.s.s you are to read what is on that piece of paper."
"But I can"t read it," Peace protested.
"Why not? It"s perfectly plain writing."
"Well, what does it mean, Agnes? I never saw such words before. How do you p.r.o.nounce them?"
Agnes rattled off the text without a glance at the paper, and Peace lapsed into indignant silence. As if anyone would suppose that she could believe such an outrageous thing as that!
Agnes saw the look of unbelief in the brown eyes, and said haughtily, "If you think I"m lying, ask someone else."
"I"m going to," was the frank retort. "Where is Miss Gordon? Ain"t she going to be here today?"
"Yes, but she will be late. She had to go back home for something she forgot, and she thought maybe our cla.s.s might be called on "fore she got here again. Ours is the third lesson."
Peace glanced about her. Already the orchestra had begun to play, and she would attract too much attention if she left her seat, but she _must_ ask someone else what those queer words meant. O, there was Faith coming down the aisle. She probably would be cross about it, but she would know. Peace leaned over the arm of the pew and seized her sister"s dress as she pa.s.sed. Faith raised her eyebrows questioningly, but halted long enough to say, "Well?"
"How do you p"onounce these words?" asked the smaller girl, holding out the wrinkled slip; and Faith glibly read under her breath, ""Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin. Thou art weighed in the balances and art found wanting.""
Peace glared at her witheringly, and s.n.a.t.c.hed the paper from her hand.
Did everyone take her for a fool just because she had been in the hospital six months?
Her glance fell upon the stately figure of President Campbell, just settling himself comfortably in the Bible Cla.s.s, a few seats in the rear. "He won"t lie to me," she whispered confidently. "Nor he won"t joke me, either."
Frantically she beckoned to him, but he did not see her, and as the music had ceased by this time, she caught up her crutches and hobbled back to consult him. It seemed as if every eye in the house was focused upon her, and her face burned hotly as she stumbled down the aisle; but she _must_ know what those words meant before it came her turn to speak, else the whole congregation would laugh at her.
The President took the crumpled slip, and, after a hasty survey, whispered slowly, ""Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin. Thou art weighed in the balances and art found wanting.""
Poor, bewildered Peace crept back to her seat. "I don"t see any sense to it," she pondered, studying the cryptic message with puzzled eyes. "It must be right, or Grandpa wouldn"t have said so. Sounds like "pickle,"
but it"s spelled with a "t." It must be "tickle," I guess."
A sharp nudge from her nearest neighbor"s elbow brought her out of her revery with a start. The superintendent was calling for the Golden Text of Lesson III.
Peace leaped to her feet, her crutches forgotten, and her voice rang clearly through the big room. "Minnie, Minnie, tickle the parson. Thou are wanted for the balance that is found waiting."
There was a moment of intense hush, then a ripple of amus.e.m.e.nt swept over the congregation, but before it could break into the threatened roar of laughter, the superintendent with rare tact announced, "Let us sing Hymn Number 63, "Sweet Peace, the Gift of G.o.d"s Love"."
As the notes of the organ swelled through the house, Peace sank into her place, apparently overcome with confusion and mortification. Immediately an arm stole gently about her shoulders, and a familiar voice whispered comfortingly in her ear, "Never mind, little girl, there is no harm done." Miss Gordon, flushed and breathless, had slipped into the pew behind her cla.s.s just in time to hear poor Peace"s blunder; and knowing how sensitive a child"s heart is, she sought to make light of the matter.
But Peace, scarcely heeding, vaguely asked, "Never mind what? O, their laughing? I"m used to that. I don"t care."
But she looked disturbed, distraught, and it was very evident to her that she neither saw nor heard the rest of the service. Even when the benediction had been p.r.o.nounced and hosts of friends gathered about her to express their delight at her presence with them once more, she seemed abstracted and made her escape as soon as she could get away.
This was so unlike harum-scarum Peace that her sisters wondered, although they attributed it to chagrin over her blunder, and considerately refrained from asking questions. But when they had reached home once more, and were gathered in the cool library waiting for Gussie"s summons to dinner, Peace abruptly burst forth, "I b"lieve I could walk without those old crutches. I stood up without "em this morning when I forgot about using them."
She glanced defiantly from one face to another, as if expecting a storm of protest; but to her great surprise, Mrs. Campbell smiled encouragingly as she mildly inquired, "Why don"t you try it, dear?"
The crutches fell to the floor with a crash. Peace took several halting steps across the room, as if afraid to trust herself. The blood flew to her pale cheeks, dyeing them crimson, a look of wonder, almost alarm, shone in her eyes, her breath came in startled gasps, and clasping her hands together in rapture, she half whispered, "I can walk, I can WALK!
I CAN WALK! My legs are all right again!"
Suddenly she let out a scream of wildest exultation, seized her hat from the library table where she had thrown it, and rushed pell-mell from the door.
"Peace!" cried Mrs. Campbell, starting up in alarm.
"O, Peace!" echoed the sisters, giving chase.
"Stop, Peace!" thundered the President, hurrying after them all.
"Where are you going?" the whole family demanded.
"To tell St. John and--"
"But we haven"t had dinner yet" protested Gail.
"It doesn"t matter!" Peace was out of the house and down the steps by this time. "I must tell St. John!"
"But childie, Jud hasn"t harnessed the horses."
"O, Grandpa, I _can"t_ wait. It will be so long. My feet won"t keep still! I can walk! I must tell St. John!" Shaking her hat at them as she ran, as if to ward them off, she fled down the quiet Sunday street, leaving the family hanging in open-mouthed amazement over the picket fence, staring after her. And the last glimpse they caught of their transported Peace as she whisked around the corner was a pair of lithe, brown-clad legs climbing aboard a northbound car. She was on her way to tell St. John and Elspeth the wonderful tidings.
Peace could walk again!