"Will you go before the deacons of the church and tell them that--if it is necessary?"
"No," replied Bylow uneasily; "at least I don"t want to go before any meeting. I only know that"s right; that"s the way it happened; and I don"t want any one to blame Mr. Hartigan." Here Charlie abruptly ended and went away.
Higginbotham turned back to his house. Hannah listened with the keenest attention and then said: "It"s easy to straighten it all out. I"ll see Belle and tell her to go to Jim at once and keep him from talking. You know what he is when he gets going. He"ll talk too much and spoil it all." Thus these two loyal friends laid plans to screen him.
At Jebb"s house, Higginbotham took the earliest occasion to warn Jim.
"Now don"t talk. Simply answer one or two questions when asked and as briefly as possible. "Yes" or "No" is enough. You know we"ve got to satisfy the old Deacon Blight crowd somehow." And Jim promised to obey.
Dr. Jebb called the meeting to order and, at once, Higginbotham arose and said: "Mr. Chairman, I think it would be better for Mr. Hartigan to retire to another room." So Jim went out.
Dr. Jebb then gave a brief and rather halting account of a "certain rumour reflecting on the sobriety of his a.s.sistant." Before he had more than outlined the facts, Higginbotham jumped up:
"Dr. Jebb, you have alluded to a rumour. I call it a shameful fabrication, with no basis in fact. I have made a thorough investigation and am prepared, with two reliable witnesses, to prove that Mr. Hartigan went to the Bylow cabin to prevent a disgraceful spree, as he did once before. They had prepared by getting a keg of whiskey. This liquid sin, if I may so call it, Mr. Hartigan spilled on the floor; unfortunately, it was in a small, close cabin and the fumes affected his head so that he was temporarily ill. These are the facts; and to prove them I have two reliable witnesses. Call in Charlie Bylow and John Lowe." He looked with a pretense of expectation toward the door; getting no response he said: "Humph, not arrived yet. Well, we won"t wait. In the meantime, I must say that to my mind altogether too much has been made of this accident and I am satisfied to dismiss the subject if the rest of the deacons consent."
"No, I don"t consent; I don"t think we should," said Deacon Blight. "We can"t afford to have a scandal about our spiritual leader. Let"s prove it or disprove it right now."
And, acting on the majority vote, Dr. Jebb called Jim Hartigan to appear. Dr. Jebb was supposed to be chairman, but Higginbotham was irrepressible.
"I want to ask one or two questions," he called out; and, without waiting for permission, he began: "Now, Mr. Hartigan, I understand that you went to the Bylow Corner last Sat.u.r.day night to prevent a whiskey spree, as we know you have done before; that in some way the fumes of the liquor entered your head and so overpowered you that you were ill afterward; and that it was a painful surprise to you, as one well known to be a teetotaller. Isn"t that so?"
"Well, yes," said Jim, in some perplexity; "but it was this way----"
"Never mind the way of it," said Higginbotham emphatically. Then, turning to the others: "I don"t see that we need go any further."
"Hold on, hold on," said Deacon Blight; "I"d like to ask one or two questions. You admit being under the influence of liquor at Bylow"s?"
"Yes," was the reply.
"Were you ever under the influence of liquor before?"
"I was."
"Once, or more than once?"
"More than once," said Jim. He would have said "many times" but for a scowl from Higginbotham.
"Oh, ho!" said the deacon. "When was that?"
"Before I was converted."
"Never since?"
"No; except last Sat.u.r.day."
Here Dr. Jebb interrupted. "It seems to me that we need not follow the subject any further than to inquire into the mental att.i.tude of the brother who fell into the snare. I know it is one of absolute contrition now, especially as the affair was of the nature of an accident during the discharge of his duty. It seems to me, therefore, that we should accept his expression of penitence coupled with a promise to abstain so long as he is here with us."
Jim volunteered to abstain for all time, but Higginbotham"s moderate counsels prevailed.
Deacon Blight thought that the transgressor should be suspended from office pending a fuller investigation. Deacon Higginbotham thought that it had already been more than fully investigated. Deacon Whaup had never heard of the affair until this evening, but thought that Mr. Hartigan ought to retire during further discussion.
As soon as Jim was outside, Higginbotham, fully determined to stop all further talk, said: "Dr. Jebb, I move we accept the promise Mr. Hartigan has given and table the whole matter. It is absurd to follow it further in the light of what we know--making a big mountain of a very small mole-hill."
Blight, however, didn"t think so. He argued for delay and for stern measures. Dr. Jebb put the motion and it was carried with but one dissenting vote; and so the matter was officially closed. As they dispersed, Dr. Jebb reminded them that the deliberations of the Board of Deacons were to be considered strictly confidential.
And Jim went forth with strange and mixed feelings. He was grateful for Higginbotham"s determined protection and yet he would have held the Board in higher respect if it had punished him severely. Such was the nature of the ardent Celt.
CHAPTER XXII
The Three Religions Confront Him
Jack Shives"s blacksmith shop, off the Main Street of Cedar Mountain, was noted for two things: the sound, all-round work it turned out in the smithy line, and the "perchers," an ever-present delegation of village characters that sat chewing straws as they perched on the shop lumber.
Most of them came to hear old Shives talk, for Jack was a philosopher and no subject was out of his field. Hartigan liked Shives, enjoyed the shop with its smoke and flying sparks, and took a keen relish in the unfettered debate that filled in the intervals between Shives"s ringing blows on the anvil.
Dr. Jebb thought himself a very up-to-date divine. He had tried to have a sort of free discussion in his study Sunday nights after meeting, but the restraint of parsondom was over it all. He was really a painfully orthodox old person; all his up-to-dateness was within the covers of the catechism, and the real thinkers kept away. Dr. Carson had better success, but he was a bitter politician, so that all who differed from him on national or local politics avoided his house. The blacksmith shop, however, was open for all, and the real discussions of the village were there. Shives had a masterful way of a.s.suming the chairmanship, and of doing the job well, often while pounding the anvil; sometimes an effective punctuation of his remarks came in the hiss of hot iron thrust in the tank, and Shives enjoyed the humour of obliterating his opponent for the moment in a cloud of steam.
Jim Hartigan, with his genial, sociable instincts, was found in Shives"s shop more often than in the tiny room which, with the bed, table, and books, was all he had in the way of home. Dr. Jebb was afraid to take any large part in these deliberations. They were apt to discuss what he considered the undiscussable foundations of the Church. But Dr. Carson was one of the most strenuous of the debators.
"I tell you, there ain"t a bit o" use o" your talking," said Shives. "If I stick my finger in that fire, I"m a-going to get burnt and all the prayers and repentance I can put up ain"t a-going to wipe off that burn.
I"ve got to suffer for what I do just the same, whether I belong to church or not."
"Sure, now," said Hartigan, "if I see your point, there is little to it.
You are talking about sin being its own punishment, which is true; but suppose a doctor came along and by his work and skill saved you from losing the finger altogether and in the end your finger was little the worse and you were much the wiser--what about your theory then?"
"That is not the point. If it was the same thing, when I hurt my finger I would only have to say, "I repent; the Lord will take my punishment,"
and at once my finger would be restored as it was before."
"Well, that may be your Church"s creed, but it isn"t mine," said Hartigan; and they wrangled till the blacksmith halted in his raking of the coals, turned to Hartigan, and beating in the air with his coal rake like a band leader with his baton, he said with punctuated emphasis: "My creed tells me I must suffer for my own doings just as surely as if I lay my finger on this anvil and hit it a crack with the hammer, and no man can save me from that, and if you tell me that G.o.d is a wild beast and merely wants a victim to punish, no matter who, then I want to know where the justice comes in. There is not any greater wickedness than to let the guilty escape, except it be to punish the innocent; and that"s the whole sum and substance of your religion, which was neatly summed up by old Blue Horse down at Pine Ridge. After he had heard the missionary explaining it for about the thousandth time, he said: "Ho, me see now; your G.o.d is my devil."
"I tell you there"s only one sum and substance of all religion that"s worth while, and that is to be a kind, decent neighbour, do your work, and help others to do theirs. You will find that set forth, straight as a string, in your own textbook, where it says, "Love your neighbour as yourself."" And the blacksmith drew the radiant iron from the forge to pound, pound, pound, amid the laughter that proclaimed the defeat of the Preacher.
Hartigan was never strong on theology. At college he had neglected the chance to learn the cut and parry in that strangest of all games, and the puzzle for which he had no quick answer was that of the burnt finger. In the smithy debates the answer had to be quick, or it was no answer at all. He had lost the chance and was mortified to see the verdict of the crowd against him.
"Jack," he said, "I want you to come to church and see how simple it all is."
"Church. Huh! I think I see myself," said the blacksmith.
"That"s not fair," said Hartigan. "You condemn church without going to see what it is."
"Oh, I"ve been there a-plenty."
"When?"
"Twenty years ago."