Behind, Pleasant Trouble swung along with Doctor Jim. Mother Camp followed on horseback. People ran from every house to greet Juno, or from high on the hillsides waved their hands and shouted "how-dyes" down to her. Soon they were at the Mission, where St. Hilda and Uncle Jerry and Aunt Jane were waiting on the porch, and where pale little boys and girls trooped weakly from the tents to welcome her. And then at a signal from Doctor Jim the four picked up the litter.
"Why, where are you going?" asked Juno.
"Never you mind," said Doctor Jim.
Through the little vineyard they went, up a little hill underneath cedars and blooming rhododendrons, and there on the top was a little cabin built of logs with the bark still on them, with a porch running around all sides but one, and supported by the trunks of little trees. The smell of cedar came from the open door, and all was as fresh and clean as the breath of the forest from which everything came--a home that had been the girl"s lifelong dream. The G.o.ddess of Happy Valley had her own little temple at last.
On the open-air sleeping-porch they sat that night alone.
"I"m going to help raise some money for that Mission down there," said Doctor Jim. "I don"t know where any more good is being done, and I don"t know any people who are more worth being helped than--your people."
Happy Valley below was aswarm with fireflies. The murmur of the river over shallows rose to them. The cries of whippoorwills encircled them from the hillsides and over the mountain majestically rose the moon.
"And you and I are coming down every summer--to help."
Juno gathered his hand in both her own and held it against her cheek.
"Jim--Doctor Jim--_my_ Jim."
THE BATTLE-PRAYER OF PARSON SMALL
Parson Small rose. From the tail-pocket of his long broadcloth coat he pulled a red bandanna handkerchief and blew his nose. He put the big blunt forefinger of his right hand on the text of the open Bible before him.
"Suffer--" he said. He glanced over his flock--the blacksmith, his wife, and her child, the old miller and Aunt Betsey, the Mission teacher and some of her brood, past Pleasant Trouble with his crutch across his half a lap, and to the heavy-set, middle-aged figure just slipping to a seat in the rear with a slouched hat in his hand. The parson"s glance grew stern and he closed the Great Book. Jeb Mullins, the newcomer, was--moonshiner and undesirable citizen in many ways. He had meant, said the parson, to preach straight from the word of G.o.d, but he would take up the matter in hand, and he glared with doubtful benevolence at Jeb"s moon face, grayish whiskers, and mild blue eyes.
Many turned to follow his glance, and Jeb moved in his seat and his eyes began to roll, for all knew that the matter in hand was Jeb.
Straightway the parson turned his batteries on the very throne of King Alcohol and made it totter. Men "disguised by liquer" were not themselves. Whiskey made the fights and the feuds. It broke up meetings.
It made men lie around in the woods and neglect their families. It stole brains and weakened bodies. It made women unhappy and debauched children.
It turned Holy Christmas into a drunken orgy. And "right thar in their very midst," he thundered, was a satellite of the Devil-King, "who was a-doin" all these very things," and that limb of Satan must give up his still, come to the mourner"s bench, and "wra.s.sle with the Sperit or else be druv from the county and go down to burnin" d.a.m.nation forevermore."
And that was not all: this man, he had heard, was "a-detainin" a female,"
an" the little judge of Happy Valley would soon be hot on his trail. The parson mentioned no name in the indictment, but the stern faces of the women, the threatening looks of the men were too much for Jeb. He rose and bolted, and the parson halted.
"The wicked flee when no man pursueth!" he cried, and he raised hands for the benediction.
"Thar"s been so much talk about drinkin"," muttered Aunt Sis Stidham as she swayed out, "that hit"s made me plum" thirsty. I"d like to have a dram right now." Pleasant Trouble heard her and one eye in his solemn face gave her a covert wink.
The women folks had long clamored that their men should break up Jeb"s still; and the men had stood the nagging and remained inactive through the hanging-together selfishness of the s.e.x, for with Jeb gone where then would they drink their drams and play Old Sledge? But now Jeb was "a-detainin" of a female," and that was going too far. For a full week Jeb was seen no more, for three reasons: he was arranging an important matter with Pleasant Trouble; he was brooding over the public humiliation that the parson had visited on him; and he knew that he might be waited upon any day by a committee of his fellow citizens and customers headed by a particular enemy of his. And indeed such a committee, so headed, was formed, and as chance would have it they set forth the following Sunday morning just when Jeb himself set forth to halt the parson on his way to church. The committee caught sight of Jeb turning from the roadside into the bushes and the leader motioned them too into the rhododendron, whispering:
"Wait an" we"ll ketch him in some mo" devilment." In the bushes they waited. Soon the parson hove in view on a slowly pacing nag, with his hands folded on the pommel of his saddle and deep in meditation. Jeb stepped out into the road and the hidden men craned their necks from the bushes with eyes and ears alert.
"Good mornin", Parson Small!" The old nag stopped and the parson"s head snapped up from his revery.
"Good mornin", Jeb Mullins." The parson"s greeting was stern and somewhat uneasy, for he did not like the look on old Jeb"s face.
"Parson Small," said Jeb unctuously, "las" Sunday was _yo"_ day." The men in the bushes thrust themselves farther out--they could hear every word--"an" this Sunday is _mine_."
"Every Sunday is the Lawd"s, Jeb Mullins--profane it not."
"Well, mebbe He"ll loan me this un, parson. You lambasted me afore all Happy Valley last Sunday an" now I"m a-goin" to lick you fer it." The parson"s eye gleamed faintly and subsided.
"I"m on my way to preach the word of G.o.d, Jeb Mullins."
"You"ll git thar in time, parson. Git off yo" hoss!"
"I"ve got my broadcloth on, Jeb Mullins, an" I don"t want to muss it up--wait till I come back."
"You can take it off, parson, or brush off the dust atterwards--climb off yo" hoss." Again the parson"s eye gleamed and this time did not subside.
"I reckon you"ll give me time to say a prayer, Jeb Mullins!"
"Sh.o.r.e--you"ll need it afore I git through with ye."
With a sigh the parson swung offside from Jeb, dexterously pulling a jackknife from his trousers-pocket, opening it, and thrusting it in the high top of his right boot. Then he kneeled in the road with uplifted face and eyes closed:
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"O Lawd," he called sonorously, "thou knowest that I visit my fellow man with violence only with thy favor and in thy name. Thou knowest that when I laid Jim Thompson an" Si Marc.u.m in thar graves it was by thy aid. Thou knowest how I disembowelled with my trusty knife the miserable sinner Hank Smith." Here the parson drew out his knife and began honing it on the leg of his boot. "An" hyeh"s another who meddles with thy servant and profanes thy day. I know this hyeh Jeb Mullins is offensive in thy sight an" fergive me, O Lawd, but I"m a-goin" to cut his gizzard plum" out, an"
O Lawd--" Here Parson Small opened one eye and Jeb Mullins did not stand on the order of his going. As he went swiftly up the hill the committee sprang from the bushes with haw-haws and taunting yells. At the top of the hill Jeb turned:
"I was a-goin" anyhow," he shouted, and with his thumb at his nose he wriggled his fingers at them.
"He"ll never come back now--he"ll be ashamed."
"Friends," called the parson, "the Lawd is with me--peace be unto you."
And the committee said:
"Amen!"
The j.a.panese say: Be not surprised if the surprising does not surprise.
When Jeb walked into meeting the following Sunday no citizen of Happy Valley had the subtlety to note that of them all Pleasant Trouble alone, sitting far in the rear, showed no surprise. Pleasant"s face was solemn, but in his eyes was an expectant smile. Women and men glared, and the parson stopped his exhortation to glare, but Jeb had timed his entrance with the parson"s call for sinners to come to the mourners" bench. It was the only safe place for him and there he went and there he sat. The parson still glared, but he had to go on exhorting--he had to exhort even Jeb.
And Jeb responded. He not only "wra.s.sled with the Sperit" valiantly but he "came through"--that is, he burst from the gloom of evil and disbelief into the light of high purpose and the glory of salvation. He rose to confess and he confessed a great deal; but, as many knew, not all--who does? He had driven the woman like Hagar into the wilderness; he would go out right now and the folks of Happy Valley should see him break up his own still with his own hands.
"Praise the Lawd," said the amazed and convinced parson; "lead the way, Brother Mullins." _Brother_ Mullins! The smile in Pleasant"s eyes almost leaped in a laugh from his open mouth. The congregation rose and, led by Jeb and the parson, started down the road and up a ravine. The parson raised a hymn--"Climbing up Zion"s hill." At his shack Jeb caught up an axe which he had left on purpose apparently at his gate, and on they went to see Jeb bruise the head of the serpent and prove his right to enter the fold. With a shout of glory Jeb plunged ahead on a run, disappeared down a thickened bank, and, as they pushed their way, singing, through the bushes, they could hear him below crashing right and left with his axe, and when they got to him it was nearly all over. Many wondered how he could create such havoc in so short a time, but the boiler was gashed with holes, the worms chopped into bits, and the mash-tub was in splinters.
Happy Valley dispersed to dinner. Lum Chapman took the parson and his new-born father-in-law home with him, his wife following with her ap.r.o.n at her eyes, wiping away grateful tears. At sunset Pleasant Trouble swung lightly up Wolf Run on his crutch and called Jeb down to the gate:
"You got a good home now, Jeb."
"I sh.o.r.e have." Jeb"s religious ecstasy had died down but he looked content.
The parson was mounting his nag and Pleasant opened the gate for him.
"Hit"s sort o" curious, parson," said Jeb, "but when you prayed that prayer jes" afore I was about to battle with ye I begun to see the errer o" my ways."