The sisters spoke some gentle words of this young mother, dead now for more than twenty years, and then went softly away, full of sympathy, yet fearing to intrude, though wondering in their kind hearts what could be the matter. But their curiosity faded; Mr. Denner"s grave was a much more important thing than Helen"s unknown grief.
"I dare say she misses her husband?" Miss Ruth suggested.
But Miss Deborah thought that quite improbable. "For she could go home, you know, if that was the case."
And here the sisters dropped the subject.
As for Helen, she still lingered in the silent graveyard. She felt, with the unreasoning pa.s.sion of youth, that the dead gave her more comfort than the living. Lois had scarcely dared to speak to her since that talk in their sitting-room, and Dr. Howe"s silence was like a pall over the whole house. So she had come here to be alone, and try to fancy what her husband and her uncle had said to each other, for Dr. Howe had refused to enter into the details of his visit.
His interview with her husband had only resulted in a greater bitterness on the part of the rector. He had waited for John Ward"s answer to his letter, and its clear statement of the preacher"s position, and its a.s.sertion that his convictions were unchangeable, gave him no hope that anything could be accomplished without a personal interview. Discussion with a man who actually believed that this cruel and outrageous plan of his, was appointed by G.o.d as a means to save his wife"s soul, was absurd and undignified, but it had to be. The rector sighed impatiently as he handed her husband"s letter to Helen.
"He is lost to all sense of propriety; apparently he has no thought of what he owes you. Well, I shall go to Lockhaven to-morrow."
"It is all for me!" Helen said. "Oh, uncle Archie, if you would just understand that!"
Dr. Howe gave an explosive groan, but he only said, "Tell Lois to pack my bag. I"ll take the early train. Oh, Helen, why can"t you be like other women? Why do you have to think about beliefs? Your mother never doubted things; why do you? Isn"t it enough that older and wiser people than you do not question the faith?"
At the last moment he begged her to accompany him. "Together, we can bring the man to his senses," he pleaded, and he secretly thought that not even the hardness and heartlessness of John Ward could withstand the sorrow in her face. But she refused to consider it.
"Have you no message for him?" he asked.
"No," she answered.
"Sha"n"t I tell him how you--miss him, Helen?"
A light flashed across her face, but she said simply, "John knows," and her uncle had to be content with that.
Dr. Howe grew more intolerant with each mile of his journey. Every incident touched him with a personal annoyance at the man he was going to see. The rattling, dingy cars on the branch railroad afflicted him with an irritated sense of being modern; the activity about the shabby station jarred upon his remembrance of Ashurst"s mellow quiet; the faces of the men in the lumber-yards, full of aggressive good-nature, offended his ideas of dignity and reserve. A year ago, Dr. Howe would have thought all this very entertaining, and simple, and natural. Now, that a man who lived in such a place, among such people, should have it in his power to place the Howes in a conspicuous and painful position was unbearable!
By the time he reached the parsonage, to which an officious young person of whom he had inquired his way conducted him, he had attained a pitch of angry excitement which drove all theological arguments out of his mind.
Alfaretta greeted him with a blank stare, and then a sudden brightening of her face as he gave his name.
"You"re her uncle!" she cried. "How is she? and when is she comin" back?
She ain"t sick?"--this with quick alarm, for Dr. Howe had not answered her questions.
"No, no, my good woman," he said impatiently, "certainly not. Where is your master?"
"The preacher"s not home," the girl answered coldly. She was not used to being called "my good woman," if she did live out. "You can wait, if you want to;" but there, her anxiety getting the better of her resentment, she added, "Is she comin" back soon?"
"I"ll wait," said Dr. Howe briefly, walking past her into John Ward"s study.
"Insufferable people!" he muttered. He looked about him as he entered the room, and the poverty of the bookshelves did not escape his keen eyes, nor the open volume of Jonathan Edwards on the writing-table. There was a vase beside it, which held one dried and withered rose; but it is doubtful if the pathos of the flower which was to await Helen"s return would have softened him, even if he could have known it. He stopped and glanced at the book, and then began to read it, holding it close to his eyes, while, with his other hand behind him, he grasped his hat and stick.
He read the frequently quoted pa.s.sages from Edwards, that G.o.d holds man over h.e.l.l as a man might hold a spider or some loathsome insect over the fire, with the satisfaction one feels in detecting a proof of the vicious nature of an enemy. "Ward is naturally cruel," he said to himself. "I"ve always thought so. That speech of his about slavery showed it."
He put down the book with an emphasis which argued ill for his opinion of a man who could study such words, and began to pace up and down the room like some caged animal, glancing once with a smothered exclamation at the old leather-covered volume, which had fallen upon the floor; he even gave it a furtive kick, as he pa.s.sed.
He was so occupied with his own thoughts, he did not see John Ward come up the garden path and enter the parsonage, and when, a moment afterwards, the preacher came into the room, Dr. Howe started at the change in him. These weeks of spiritual conflict had left their mark upon him. His eyes had a strained look which was almost terror, and his firm, gentle lips were set in a line of silent and patient pain. Yet a certain brightness rested upon his face, which for a moment hid its pallor.
Through fear, and darkness, and grief, through an extraordinary misconception and strange blindness of the soul, John Ward had come, in his complete abnegation of himself, close to G.o.d. Since that June night, when he met the temptation which love for his wife held out to him, he had clung with all the pa.s.sion of his life to his love for G.o.d. The whole night, upon his knees, he besought G.o.d"s mercy for Helen, and fought the wild desire of flight the longing to take her and go away, where her unbelief could not injure any one else, and devote his life to leading her to light; go away from his people, whom G.o.d had committed to him, and whom he had betrayed, leave them, stained with the sin he had permitted to grow unchecked among them, and give his very soul to Helen, to save her. But the temptation was conquered. When the faint, crystal brightness of the dawn looked into his study, it saw him still kneeling, his face hidden in his arms, but silent and at peace. G.o.d had granted his prayer, he said to himself. He had shown him the way to save Helen. At first he had shrunk from it, appalled, crying out, "This is death, I cannot, I cannot!" But when, a little later, he went out into the growing glory of the day, and, standing bareheaded, lifted his face to heaven, he said, "I love her enough, thank G.o.d,--thank G.o.d." A holy and awful joy shone in his eyes. "G.o.d will do it," he said, with simple conviction. "He will save her, and my love shall be the human instrument."
After that had come the days when John had written those imploring letters to his wife, the last of which she had answered with such entire decision, saying that there was no possible hope that she could ever believe in what she called a "monstrous doctrine," and adding sorrowfully that it was hard even to believe in G.o.d,--a personal G.o.d, and she could be content to let doctrines go, if only that light upon the darkness of the world could be left her.
Then he had sent his last letter. He had written it upon his knees, his eyes stung with terrible tears; but his hand did not falter; the letter was sent. Then he waited for the manifestation of G.o.d in Helen"s soul: he distrusted himself and his own strength, but he never doubted G.o.d; he never questioned that this plan for converting his wife was a direct answer to his prayers.
Now, when he saw Dr. Howe, he had a moment of breathless hope that her uncle had come to tell him that Helen had found the truth. But almost before the unreasonableness of his idea struck him, he knew from Dr.
Howe"s face that the time was not yet.
"I am glad to see you," he said, a little hurriedly; the thin hand he extended was not quite steady.
The rector"s forehead was gathered into a heavy frown. "See here," he answered, planting his feet wide apart, and still holding his hat and stick behind him, "I cannot give you my hand while you are ignorant of the spirit in which I come."
"You come for Helen"s sake," John replied.
"Yes, sir, I do come for Helen"s sake," returned Dr. Howe, "but it is because of your conduct, because of the heartless way in which you have treated my niece. You cannot expect me to have a friendly feeling for the man who is cruel to her." For the moment he forgot that this was to be a theological dispute. "Now, sir, what explanation have you to give of this outrageous affair?"
"Helen"s soul shall be saved," John said, his voice growing firmer, but losing none of its gentleness.
Dr. Howe made an impatient gesture. "Helen"s soul!" he cried. "Is it possible that a sane man can seriously excuse his conduct on such a ground? Why, it is incredible! How do you suppose the world will regard your action?"
"What have you or I to do with the world?" the other answered.
"We live in it," said Dr. Howe, "and if we are wise men we will not, for a mad whim, violate its standards of propriety. When a man turns his wife out of his house, he must consider what meaning is attached to such an action by the world. You blast Helen"s life, sir, and her family is necessarily involved in the same disgrace."
John looked at him with clear, direct eyes. "I save Helen"s soul, and her family will rejoice with me when that day comes."
"Her family," the other replied contemptuously, "are not troubled about Helen"s soul; they are quite satisfied with her spiritual condition."
"Do they know what it is?" John asked.
"Certainly," answered the rector, "of course. But it isn"t of the slightest consequence, anyhow. The main thing is to cover up this unfortunate affair at once. If Helen comes back right away, I think no one need know what has happened."
"But there is nothing to cover up," John said simply; "there is no shame that Helen should accept G.o.d"s way of leading her to himself."
"Lord!" exclaimed Dr. Howe, and then stopped. This would never do; if Ward became angry, he would only grow more obstinate.
"If you are so troubled about her unbelief," the rector said, feeling that he was very wily, "I should think you would see the need of daily influence. You could accomplish more if she were with you. The constant guidance of a clergyman would be of the utmost value. I suppose you think she is with me, but I doubt"--his lip curled a little--"if I can give her quite the instruction you desire."
"Oh, I had not hoped for that," John answered. "But her surroundings will not influence Helen now. Impelled by my grief, she must search for truth."
Dr. Howe was too much excited to notice the reproof in John"s words.
"Well, it will teach her to think; it will push her into positive unbelief. Agnosticism!--that"s what this "search for truth" ends in nowadays! Come, now, be reasonable, Ward; for Heaven"s sake, don"t be a--a--don"t be so unwise. I advise this really in your own interests.
Why, my dear fellow, you"ll convert her in half the time if she is with you. What? And don"t you see that your present att.i.tude will only drive her further away? You are really going against your own interests."
"Do not play the part of the Tempter," John said gently; "it ill becomes Christ"s minister to do that. Would you have me pray for guidance, and then refuse to follow it when it comes? G.o.d will give me the strength and courage to make her suffer that she may be saved."
Dr. Howe stared at him for a moment. Then he said, "I--I do not need you to teach me my duty as Christ"s minister, sir; it would be more fitting that you should concern yourself with your duty as a husband." The vein in his forehead was swollen with wrath. "The way in which you pride yourself upon devising the most exquisite pain for your wife is inhuman,--it is devilish! And you drag her family into the scandal of it, too."
John was silent.