The moment was at hand. September had waned, the nights were cooling, his parishioners were returning from the East. One of these was Eleanor Goodrich, whom he met on a corner, tanned and revived from her long summer in Ma.s.sachusetts. She had inherited the kindly shrewdness of glance characteristic of gentlefolk, the glance that seeks to penetrate externals in its concern for the well-being of those whom it scrutinizes. And he was subtly aware, though she greeted him cordially, that she felt a change in him without being able to account for it.
"I hear you have been here all summer," she said reproachfully. "Mother and father and all of us were much disappointed that you did not come to us on the Cape."
"I should have come, if it had been possible," he replied. "It seems to have done you a world of good."
"Oh, I!" She seemed slightly embarra.s.sed, puzzled, and did not look at him. "I am burned as disgracefully as Evelyn. Phil came on for a month.
"He tells me he hasn"t seen you, but that isn"t surprising, for he hasn"t been to church since June--and he"s a vestryman now, too."
She was in mourning for her father-in-law, who had died in the spring.
Phil Goodrich had taken his place. Eleanor found the conversation, somehow, drifting out of her control. It was not at all what she would have desired to say. Her colour heightened.
"I have not been conducting the services, but I resume them next Sunday," said the rector. "I ought to tell you," he went on, regarding her, "in view of the conversation we have had, that I have changed my mind concerning a great many things we have talked about--although I have not spoken of this as yet to any of the members of the congregation."
She was speechless, and could only stare at him blankly.
"I mean," he continued, with a calmness that astonished her afterwards, "that I have changed my whole conception as to the functions and future of the Church, that I have come to your position, that we must make up our minds for ourselves, and not have them made up for us. And that we must examine into the truth of all statements, and be governed accordingly."
Her att.i.tude was one of mingled admiration, concern, and awe. And he saw that she had grasped something of the complications which his course was likely to bring about.
"But you are not going to leave us!" she managed to exclaim.
"Not if it is possible to remain," he said, smiling.
"I am so glad." She was still overpowered by the disclosure. "It is good of you to tell me. Do you mind my telling Phil?"
"Not at all," he a.s.sured her.
"Will you forgive me," she asked, after a slight pause during which she had somewhat regained her composure, "if I say that I always thought, or rather hoped you would change? that your former beliefs seemed so--unlike you?"
He continued to smile at her as she stepped forward to take the car.
"I"ll have to forgive you," he answered, "because you were right--"
She was still in such a state of excitement when she arrived down town that she went direct to her husband"s law office.
"I like this!" he exclaimed, as, unannounced, she opened the door of his sanctuary. "You might have caught me with one of those good-looking clients of mine."
"Oh, Phil!" she cried, "I"ve got such a piece of news, I couldn"t resist coming to tell you. I met Mr. Hodder--and he"s changed."
"Changed!" Phil repeated, looking up at her flushed face beside him.
Instead of a law-book, he flung down a time table in which he had been investigating the trains to a quail shooting club in the southern part of the state: The transition to Mr. Hodder was, therefore, somewhat abrupt. "Why, Nell, to look at you, I thought it could be nothing else than my somewhat belated appointment to the United States Supreme Court.
How has Hodder changed? I always thought him pretty decent."
"Don"t laugh at me," she begged, "it"s really serious--and no one knows it yet. He said I might tell you. Do you remember that talk we had at father"s, when he first came, and we likened him to a modern Savonarola?"
"And George Bridges took the floor, and shocked mother and Lucy and Laureston," supplied Phil.
"I don"t believe mother really was as much shocked as she appeared to be," said Eleanor. "At any rate, the thing that had struck us--you and me--was that Mr. Hodder looked as though he could say something helpful, if he only would. And then I went to see him afterwards, in the parish house--you remember?--after we had been reading modern criticism together, and he told me that the faith which had come down from the fathers was like an egg? It couldn"t be chipped. I was awfully disappointed--and yet I couldn"t help liking him, he was so honest. And the theological books he gave me to read--which were so mediaeval and absurd! Well, he has come around to our point of view. He told me so himself."
"But what is our point of view, Nell?" her husband asked, with a smile.
"Isn"t it a good deal like Professor Bridges", only we"re not quite so learned? We"re just ordinary heathens, as far as I can make out. If Hodder has our point of view, he ought to go into the law or a trust company."
"Oh, Phil!" she protested, "and you"re on the vestry! I do believe in Something, and so do you."
"Something," he observed, "is hardly a concrete and complete theology."
"Why do you make me laugh," she reproached him, "when the matter is so serious? What I"m trying to tell you is that I"m sure Mr. Hodder has worked it out. He"s too sincere to remain in the Church and not have something constructive and satisfying. I"ve always said that he seemed to have a truth shut up inside of him which he could not communicate.
Well, now he looks as though he were about to communicate it, as though he had discovered it. I suppose you think me silly, but you"ll grant, whatever Mr. Hodder may be, he isn"t silly. And women can feel these things. You know I"m not given to sentimentality, but I was never so impressed by the growth in any personality as I was this morning by his.
He seems to have become himself, as I always imagined him. And, Phil, he was so fine! He"s absolutely incapable of posing, as you"ll admit, and he stood right up and acknowledged that he"d been wrong in our argument.
He hasn"t had the services all summer, and when he resumes them next Sunday I gathered that he intends to make his new position clear."
Mr. Goodrich thrust his hands in his pockets and gave a low whistle.
"I guess I won"t go shooting Sat.u.r.day, after all," he declared. "I wouldn"t miss Hodder"s sermon for all the quail in Harrington County."
"It"s high time you did go to church," remarked Eleanor, contemplating, not without pride, her husband"s close-cropped, pugnacious head.
"Your judgments are pretty sound, Nell. I"ll do you that credit. And I"ve always owned up that Hodder would be a fighter if he ever got started.
It"s written all over him. What"s more, I"ve a notion that some of our friends are already a little suspicious of him."
"You mean Mr. Parr?" she asked, anxiously.
"No, Wallis Plimpton."
"Oh!" she exclaimed, with disdain in her voice.
"Mr. Parr only got back yesterday, and Wallis told me that Hodder had refused to go on a yachting trip with him. Not only foolishness, but high treason." Phil smiled. "Plimpton"s the weather-vane, the barometer of that crowd--he feels a disturbance long before it turns up--he"s as sensitive as the stock market."
"He is the stock market," said Eleanor.
"It"s been my opinion," Phil went on reflectively, "that they"ve all had just a trace of uneasiness about Hodder all along, an idea that Nelson Langmaid slipped up for the first time in his life when he got him to come. Oh, the feeling"s been dormant, but it existed. And they"ve been just a little afraid that they couldn"t handle him if the time ever came. He"s not their type. When I saw Plimpton at the Country Club the other day he wondered, in that genial, off-hand manner of his, whether Hodder would continue to be satisfied with St. John"s. Plimpton said he might be offered a missionary diocese. Oh we"ll have a fine old row."
"I believe," said Eleanor, "that that"s the only thing that interests you."
"Well, it does please me," he admitted, "when I think of Gordon Atterbury and Everett Constable and a few others,--Eldon Parr,--who believe that religion ought to be kept archaic and innocuous, served in a form that won"t bother anybody. By the way, Nell, do you remember the verse the Professor quoted about the Pharisees, and cleansing the outside of the cup and platter?"
"Yes," she answered, "why?"
"Well--Hodder didn"t give you any intimation as to what he intended to do about that sort of thing, did he?"
"What sort of thing?"
"About the inside of Eldon Parr"s cup,--so to speak. And the inside of Wallis Plimpton"s cup, and Everett Constable"s cup, and Ferguson"s cup, and Langmaid"s. Did it ever strike you that, in St. John"s, we have the sublime spectacle of Eldon Parr, the Pharisee in chief, conducting the Church of Christ, who, uttered that denunciation? That"s what George Bridges meant. There"s something rather ironical in such a situation, to say the least."
"I see," said Eleanor, thoughtfully.
"And what"s more, it"s typical," continued Phil, energetically, "the big Baptist church on the Boulevard is run by old Sedges, as canny a rascal as you could find in the state. The inside of has cup has never been touched, though he was once immersed in the Mississippi, they say, and swallowed a lot of water."