The congregation did not disperse; nothing since the Elder"s death had so moved them. They gathered in knots on the church steps and in the aisles, and talked long and earnestly. There was but one sentiment, one voice.
"It"s a thousand shames she ain"t a man," said some of the young men.
"It "ud be a thousand times more ef she wuz," retorted Angy Plummer. "I"d like to see the man that "ud do what she does, a comin" right close to the very heart o" yer"s ef she was your mother "n" your sister "n" your husband, and a blessed angel o" G.o.d, all ter once."
"But Angy, we only meant that then we could hev her for our minister,"
they replied.
Angy turned very red, but replied, energetically,--
"There ain"t any law agin a woman"s bein" minister, thet I ever heerd on.
Howsomever, Mis" Kinney never"d hear to anythin" o" that kind. I don" no"
for my part how she ever mustered up courage to do what she"s done, so kind o" backward "n" shy"s she is for all her strength. But for my part, I wouldn"t ask for no other preachin" all the rest o" my life, than jest to hear Mis" Kinney read one o" her husband"s sermons every Sunday."
"Why, Angy Plummer!" burst from more lips than one. But the bold suggestion was only the half-conscious thought of every one there, and the discussion grew more and more serious. Slowly the people dispersed to their homes, but the discussion still continued. Late into night, by many a fireside, the matter was talked over, and late the next night, and the next, until a vague hope and a still vaguer purpose sprang up in the parish.
"She said she"d read another some day," they reiterated. "Most likely she"d "s soon do it next Sunday, "n" sooner, "cause she"d be more used to"t than ef she waited a spell between."
"But it won"t do to take it for granted she"s goin" to, "n" not git anybody," said Deacon Swift, in great perplexity. "I think Brother Plummer "n" me"d better go "n" ask her."
"No," said Angy, "let me go. I can talk it over better"n you can. I"ll go."
And Angy went. The interview between the two women was long. Angy pleaded as n.o.body else in the parish could have done; and Draxy"s heart was all on her side. But Draxy"s judgment was unconvinced.
"If I could be sure, Angy, that it would be best for the people, I should not hesitate. But you know very well, if I begin I shall keep on," she said.
She consulted Reuben. His heart, too, was on the people"s side, but his judgment was like hers, perplexed.
"One thing"s very certain, daughter: there is not anybody they can ever find to settle here, or that they are likely to, who can preach as the Elder did. His old sermons are worlds better than any new ones they"ll get."
"Yes, indeed, I know that," said Draxy. "That"s what makes me feel as if I must do it."
This had been her strongest motive. Only too well she knew what would be the probable calibre of a man who would come to this poor and lonely little village which she so loved.
At last she consented to make the experiment. "I will read for you every Sunday, two sermons of Mr. Kinney"s," she said, "until you hear of some one whom you would like to settle for your minister."
Angy Plummer, clapped her hands when her father repeated at tea on Thursday evening what "Mis" Kinney" had said.
"That"s good"s settlin" her," she exclaimed. "Oh, I never thought she"d come to it," and real tears of joy stood in Angy"s eyes.
"I don"t know "bout that, Angy," replied the Deacon; "there"s a good deal to be thought on, fust "n" last. Folks "11 talk like everythin", I expect, "n" say we"ve got a woman preacher. It wouldn"t never do for any great length o" time; but it will be a blessin" to hear some th" Elder"s good rousin" comfortin" sermons for a spell, arter the stuff we hev been a havin", "n" they can"t say she"s any more "n" a reader anyhow. That"s quite different from preachin"."
"Of course it is," said Angy, who was wise enough to keep some of her thoughts and hopes to herself; "they"re"s different"s any other two things. I don"t suppose anybody"d say you was a settin" up to preach, if you"d ha" read the sermons, "n" I don"t see why they need to any more o"
Mis" Kinney." And so, on the next Sunday Draxy"s ministry to her husband"s people began. Again with softened and gladdened faces the little congregation looked up to the fair, tall priestess with her snow-white robes and snow-white hair, and gleaming steadfast eyes, standing meekly between the communion-table and the chair in which sat her golden-haired little son. Her voice was clearer and stronger than ever; and there was a calm peacefulness in her whole atmosphere which had not been there at first.
Again the people crowded around, and thanked her, and clasped her hands.
This time she answered them with cordial good cheer, and did not tremble.
To little Reuby also they spoke gratefully.
"You help too, Reuby, don"t you?" said Angy Plummer,--"do you like it?"
"Very much, ma"am; mamma says I help, but I think she"s mistaken," replied the little fellow, archly.
"Yes you do, you darling," said Mrs. Plummer, stooping and kissing him tenderly. Angy Plummer loved Reuby. She never looked at him without thinking that but for his existence the true mother-heart would perhaps never have been born in her bosom.
The reading of the sermons grew easier and easier to Draxy, Sunday by Sunday. She became conscious of a strange sense of being lifted out of herself, as soon as she began to speak. She felt more and more as if it were her husband speaking through her; and she felt more and more closely drawn into relation with the people.
"Oh, father dear," she said more than once, "I don"t know how I shall ever give it up when the time comes. It makes me so happy: I feel almost as if I could see Seth standing right by me and holding my gown while I read.
And father, dear," she proceeded in a lower, slower voice, "I don"t know but you"ll think it wrong; I"m almost afraid to tell you, but sometimes I say words that aren"t in the sermons; just a sentence or two, where I think Seth would put it in if he were here now; and I almost believe he puts the very words into my head."
She paused and looked anxiously and inquiringly at her father.
"No, Draxy," replied Reuben solemnly, "I don"t think it wrong. I feel more and more, every Sunday I listen to you, as if the Lord had set you apart for this thing; and I don"t believe he"d send any other angel except your husband on the errand of helpin" you."
The summer pa.s.sed, and the parish gave no signs of readiness for a new minister. When Draxy spoke of it, she was met by such heartfelt grief on all sides that she was silenced. At last she had a long, serious talk with the deacons, which set her mind more at rest. They had, it seemed, consulted several neighboring ministers, Elder Williams among the number, and they had all advised that while the congregation seemed so absorbed in interest, no change should be made.
"Elder Williams he sez he"ll come over regular for the communion," said Deacon Plummer, "and for baptisms whenever we want him, and thet"s the main thing, for, thank the Lord, we haint many funerals "n course of a year. And Mis" Kinney, ef ye"ll excuse my makin" so bold, I"ll tell ye jest what Elder Williams said about ye: sez he, It"s my opinion that ef there was ever a woman born thet was jest cut out for a minister to a congregation, it"s that Elder"s wife o" your"n; and sez we to him "Thet"s jest what the hull town thinks, sir, and it"s our opinion that ef we should try to settle anythin" in the shape of a man in this parish, there wouldn"t be anythin" but empty pews for him to preach to, for the people"d all be gone up to Mis" Kinney"s.""
Draxy smiled in spite of herself. But her heart was very solemn.
"It is a great responsibility, Deacon Plummer," she said, "and I feel afraid all the time. But my father thinks I ought to do it, and I am so happy in it, it seems as if it could not be a mistake."
As months went on, her misgivings grew less and less; and her impulses to add words of her own to her husband"s sermons grew more and more frequent.
She could not but see that she held the hearts of the people in her hands to mould them like wax; and her intimate knowledge of their conditions and needs made it impossible for her to refrain from sometimes speaking the words she knew they ought to hear. Whenever she did so at any length, she laid her ma.n.u.script on the table, that they might know the truth. Her sense of honesty would not let her do otherwise. It was long before anybody but Angy Plummer understood the meaning of these intervals. The rest supposed she knew parts of the sermon by heart.
But at last came a day when her soul was so stirred within her, that she rose up boldly before her people and said,--
"I have not brought any sermon of Mr. Kinney"s to read to you to-day. I am going to speak to you myself. I am so grieved, so shocked at events which have taken place in this village, the past week, that I cannot help speaking about them. And I find among Mr. Kinney"s sermons no one which meets this state of things."
The circ.u.mstances to which Draxy alluded had been some disgraceful scenes of excitement in connection with the Presidential election. Party spirit had been growing higher and higher in Clairvend for some years; and when, on the reckoning of the returns on this occasion, the victorious party proved to have a majority of but three, sharp quarreling had at once broken out. Accusations of cheating and lying were freely bandied, and Deacon Plummer and George Thayer had nearly come to blows on the steps of the Town House, at high noon, just as the school-children were going home.
Later in the afternoon there had been a renewal of the contest in the village store, and it had culminated in a fight, part of which Draxy herself had chanced to see. Long and anxiously she pondered, that night, the question of her duty. She dared not keep silent.
"It would be just hypocrisy and nothing less," she exclaimed to herself, "for me to stand up there and read them one of Seth"s sermons, when I am burning to tell them how shamefully they have behaved. But I suppose it will be the last time I shall speak to them. They"ll never want to hear me again."
She did not tell her father of her resolution till they were near the church. Reuben started, but in a moment he said, deliberately,--
"You"re quite right, daughter; may the Lord bless you!"
At Draxy"s first words, a thrill of astonishment ran over the whole congregation. Everybody knew what was coming. George Thayer colored scarlet to the roots of his hair, and the color never faded till the sermon was ended. Deacon Plummer coughed nervously, and changed his position so as to cover his mouth with his hand. Angy put her head down on the front of the pew and began to cry.
"Render, therefore, unto Caesar the things that are Caesar"s and unto G.o.d the things that are G.o.d"s," came in clear ringing tones from Draxy"s lips.
Then she proceeded, in simple and gentle words, to set forth the right of every man to his own opinions and convictions; the duty of having earnest convictions and acting up to them in all the affairs of life. George Thayer and the Deacon looked easier. Her words seemed, after all, rather a justification of their vehemence of feeling.
But when she came to speak of the "things that are G.o.d"s," her words pierced their very souls. The only thing that enabled George Thayer to bear up under it at all was, as he afterwards said in the store, keeping his "eyes fixed steady on old Plummer," ""cause, you know, boys, I never jined the church nor made any kind o" profession o" goin" in for any things o" G.o.d"s, nohow; not but what I"ve often wished I could see my way to: but sez I to myself, ef he kin stan" it I kin, an" so I held out. But I tell you, boys, I"d rather drive the wust six-hoss team I ever got hold on down Breakneck Hill "n the dark, than set there agin under thet woman"s eyes, a blazin" one minnit, "n fillin" with tears the next: "n" I don"t care what anybody sez; I"m a goin" to see her an" tell her that she needn"t be afeard o" ever hevin to preach to me s" good s" by my name, in the meeting "us agin, by thunder!"
"Suppose the blessed Saviour had come walking through our streets, looking for his children last Wednesday," said Draxy, "He would say to himself, "I shall know them, wherever I find them: I have given them so many badges, they will be sure to be wearing some of them. They suffer long and are kind; they envy not, vaunt not, are not puffed up: they are not easily provoked, think no evil, seek not their own, rejoice in the truth; they do not behave unseemly." Alas, would the dear Jesus have turned away, believing Himself a stranger and friendless in our village? Which one of you, dear men, could have sprung forward to take him by the hand? What terrible silence would have fallen upon you as he looked round on your angry faces!"
Tears were rolling down little Reuby"s face. Slyly he tried to wipe them away, first with one hand, then with the other, lest his mother should see them. He had never in his life seen such an expression of suffering on her face. He had never heard such tones of pain in her voice. He was sorely perplexed; and the sight of his distressed little face was almost more than the people could bear.