"Lois punctuates with exclamation points," Gifford explained good-naturedly, meaning to take the sting out of Dr. Howe"s reproof, but hurting her instead.
"But, bless my soul," said the rector, "what does Helen say to this sort of talk?"
"I don"t think she says anything, at least to him;" Gifford answered. "It is so unimportant to Helen, she is so perfectly satisfied with Ward, his opinions are of no consequence. She did fire up, though, about Davis,"
and then he told the story of Elder Dean and Helen"s angry protest.
Dr. Howe listened, first with grave disapproval, and then with positive irritation.
"Dean," Gifford concluded, "has taken it very much to heart; he told me--he"s a client of mine, a stupid idiot, who never reasoned a thing out in his life--he told me that "not to believe in eternal d.a.m.nation was to take a short cut to atheism." He also confided to me that "a church which could permit such a falling from the faith was in a diseased condition."
I don"t believe that opinion has reached Ward, however. It would take more grit than Dean possesses to dare to find fault with John Ward"s wife to her husband."
"What folly!" cried the rector, his face flushed with annoyance. "What possessed Helen to say such a thing! She ought to have had more sense.
Mark my words, that speech of hers will make trouble for Ward. I don"t understand how Helen could be so foolish; she was brought up just as Lois was, yet, thank Heaven, her head isn"t full of whims about reforming a community. What in the world made her express such an opinion if she had it, and what made her have it?"
Dr. Howe had risen, and walked impatiently up and down the room, and now stood in front of Gifford, with a forefinger raised to emphasize his words. "There is something so absurd, so unpleasant, in a young woman"s meddling with things which don"t belong to her, in seeing a little mind struggle with ideas. Better a thousand times settle down to look after her household, and cook her husband"s dinner, and be a good child."
Lois laughed nervously. "She has a cook," she said.
"Don"t be pert, Lois, for Heaven"s sake," answered her father, though Miss Deborah had added,--
"Gifford says dear Helen is a very good housekeeper."
"Pray," continued the rector, "what business is it of hers what people believe, or what she believes herself, for that matter, provided she"s a good girl, and does her duty in that station of life where it has pleased G.o.d to put her,--as the wife of a Presbyterian minister? "Stead of that she tries to grapple with theological questions, and gets into hot water with the parish. "Pon my word, I thought better of the child! I"ll write and tell her what I think of it." (And so he did, the very next day. But his wrath had expended itself in words, and his letter showed no more of his indignation than the powdery ashes which fell out of it showed the flame of the cigar he was smoking when he wrote it.) "And as for Ward himself," the rector went on, "I don"t know what to think of him. Did you know he had given up his salary? Said "Helen had enough for them to live on," and added that they had no right to any more money than was necessary for their comfort; anything more than that belonged to the Lord"s poor. Bless my soul, the clergyman comes under that head, to my mind. Yes, sir, he"s willing to live on his wife! I declare, the fellow"s a--a--well, I don"t know any word for him!"
There was a chorus of astonishment from the ladies.
""Christian" would be a pretty good word," said Gifford slowly. "Isn"t he following Christ"s example rather more literally than most of us?"
"But to live on his wife!" cried Dr. Howe.
"I don"t believe," Gifford responded, smiling, "that that would distress John Ward at all."
"Apparently not," said the rector significantly.
"He loves her too much," Gifford went on, "to think of himself apart from her; don"t you see? They are one; what difference does it make about the money?"
"Could you do it?" asked Dr. Howe.
"Well, no," Gifford said, shrugging his shoulders; "but then, I"m not John Ward."
"Thank Heaven!" said the rector devoutly.
"But it is a mistake, all the same," Gifford went on; "it is unbusiness-like, to say nothing of being bad for his people to have the burden of support lifted from them; it pauperizes them spiritually."
After the relief of this outburst against John Ward, Dr. Howe felt the inevitable irritation at his hearers. "Well, I only mention this," he said, "because, since he is so strange, it won"t do, Gifford, for you to abet Helen in this ridiculous skepticism of hers. If Ward agreed with her, it would be all right, but so long as he does not, it will make trouble between them, and a woman cannot quarrel with an obstinate and bigoted man with impunity. And you have no business to have doubts yourself, sir."
The two sisters were much impressed with what the rector said. "I must really caution Giff," said Miss Deborah to Lois, "not to encourage dear Helen in thinking about things; it"s very unfeminine to think, and Gifford is so clever, he doesn"t stop to remember she"s but a woman. And he is greatly attached to her; dear me, he has never forgotten what might have been,"--this in almost a whisper.
Both the sisters talked of Dr. Howe"s anger as they went home.
"He"s right," said Miss Deborah, who had dropped her nephew"s arm, so that she might be more cautious about the mud, and who lifted her skirt on each side, as though she was about to make a curtsy,--"he"s right: a woman ought to think just as her husband does; it is quite wrong in dear Helen not to, and it will bring unhappiness. Indeed, it is a lesson to all of us," she added.
Respect was an instinct with Gifford, and he did not stop to think that it was a lesson by which Miss Deborah would have no opportunity to profit.
But he was not listening closely to the chatter of the little ladies; he was thinking of Lois"s indifference. "She even looked bored, once," he thought; "but that does not necessarily mean that she cares for Forsythe.
I will trust her. She may never love me, but she will never care for him."
CHAPTER XIV.
The feeling in Lockhaven about Helen Ward"s unbelief was not confined to Elder Dean; for every one who knew Mrs. Davis knew what the preacher"s wife thought of Tom"s salvation, and judged her accordingly. As for the widow herself, the hope Helen had given her quite died out under the fostering care of Elder Dean. She grew more bitter than ever, and refused even to speak on the subject.
"No, ma"am," she said wearily, when Helen went to see her after the funeral,--"no, ma"am, "tain"t no use to talk. Elder Dean"s been here, and I know there ain"t no good hopin". Even the preacher don"t say there"s any good hopin". What you said was a comfort, ma"am, but "twasn"t true.
"Twasn"t religion. It"s in the Bible that there"s a h.e.l.l, and there"s no use sayin" there isn"t; sayin" there isn"t won"t keep us from it, Elder Dean says, and I guess he"s about right. I"m sure I"m much obliged to you, ma"am; but I"m a Christian woman myself, and I can"t deny religion."
There was no use arguing; custom and a smattering of logic settled her convictions, and no reasoning could move her dreary hopelessness.
Helen told John of it, her head resting on his breast, and comforted by his mere presence. "I know you believe in h.e.l.l," she ended, "but, oh, John, it is so horrible!"
He stroked her hair softly. "I am afraid, dearest," he said, "Mrs. Davis is right. I am afraid there is no possibility of hope. The soul that sinneth, it shall die, and shall not the Judge of all the earth do right?"
Helen sprang to her feet. "Oh," she cried pa.s.sionately,--"that is just it,--He does do right! Why, if I thought G.o.d capable of sending Tom to h.e.l.l, I should hate Him." John tried to speak, but she interrupted him.
"We will never talk of this again, never! Believe what you will, dearest,--it does not matter,--but don"t speak of it to me, if you love me. I cannot bear it, John. Promise me."
"Oh, Helen," he said, with tender reproach, "would you have me conceal my deepest life from you? It would seem like living apart, if there were one subject on which we dared not touch. Just let me show you the truth and justice of all this; let me tell you how the scheme of salvation makes the mystery of sin and punishment clear and right."
"No," she said, the flush of pain dying out of her face, but her eyes still shining with unshed tears,--"no, I cannot talk of it. I should be wicked if I could believe it; it would make me wicked. Don"t ever speak to me of it, John."
She came and put her arms around him, and kissed his forehead gently; and then she left him to struggle with his conscience, and to ask himself whether his delay had caused this feeling of abhorrence, or whether the waiting had been wise and should be prolonged.
But Helen"s words to Mrs. Davis were repeated, and ran from mouth to mouth, with the strangest additions and alterations. Mrs. Ward had said that there was no h.e.l.l, and no heaven, and no G.o.d. What wonder, then, with such a leaven of wickedness at work in the church, Elder Dean grew alarmed, and in the bosom of his own family expressed his opinion of Mrs.
Ward, and at prayer-meeting prayed fervently for unbelievers, even though she was not there to profit by it. Once, while saying that the preacher"s wife was sowing tares among the wheat, he met with an astonishing rebuff.
Alfaretta dared tell her father that he ought to be ashamed of himself to talk that way about a saint and an angel, if ever there was one.
Mr. Dean was staggered; a female, a young female, and his daughter, to dare to say such a thing to him! He opened his mouth several times before he was able to speak.
Alfaretta was at home for her evening out, and her young man was with her, anxious for the clock to point to nine, that he might "see her home." They had intended to leave the elder"s early, and wander off for a walk by the river, but prayers were delayed a little, and after that Alfaretta had to listen to the good advice given every week; so Thaddeus lost all hope of the river-walk, and only watched for nine o"clock, when he knew she must start. But in this, too, he was doomed to disappointment, for the outburst which so stunned the elder detained Alfaretta until after ten, thereby causing Helen no little anxiety about her prompt and pretty maid.
The elder had closed his admonitions by warning his daughter not to be listening to any teachings of the preacher"s wife, for she was a backslider, and she had fallen from grace. "In the first place,"
said the elder, laying down the law with uplifted hand, "she"s a Episcopalian,--I heard her say that herself, when she first come here; and her letter of dismissal was from a church with some Popish name,--St.
Robert or Stephen,--I don"t just remember. I"ve seen one of those churches. Thank the Lord, there isn"t one in Lockhaven. They have candles burnin", and a big bra.s.s cross. Rags of Popery,--they all belong to the Scarlet Woman, I tell you! But she"s a backslider even from that, fer they have some truth; she"s a child of the Evil One, with her unbelief!"
This was more than Alfaretta could bear. "Indeed, pa," she cried, "you don"t know how good she is, or you wouldn"t be sayin" that! Look how she"s slaved this winter fer the families that "a" been in trouble, havin" no work!"
""Tain"t what she"s done, Alfaretta," said her father solemnly; "works without faith is of no avail. What says the Scripture? "A man is justified by faith" (by faith, Alfaretta!) "without the deeds of the law." And what says the confession?"