"Yes; you journalists are expected to know everything, and it must be wearing to have to learn all that there is to know."
"Oh, it"s easy enough to learn instead how to appear to know."
The clergyman regarded him with a quizzical look.
"Is that the way it is done? I"ve often wondered at the infallibility of your guild."
"A trick, of the trade, I a.s.sure you. We have to seem to be infallible to secure any attention at all, you see; and we soon learn the knack of it."
The clergyman, as if unconsciously, drew back a little farther into the shadow of the heavy draperies veiling the nook in which they stood.
"I dare say," he observed, as if speaking at random, "that one of your clever professional writers would be able, for instance, to give the reader quite an inside view even in church matters."
Rangely"s face changed, and he in turn altered his position by leaning his elbow against the heavy middle sash of the window. The two men were thus not only concealed from the pa.s.sing crowd, but stood with faces screened from each other by the shadow.
"Oh, even that might be possible," Rangely returned lightly.
"There is so much interest in church matters now," the other continued dispa.s.sionately. "I noticed that the "Churchman" had rather a striking article two or three weeks ago on a layman"s point of view of the bishop question. Did you see it?"
"I seldom see the "Churchman,"" Rangely replied in a voice not wholly free from constraint.
"It is a pity you didn"t see this, it was so well done. It is true that it proved me to be all sorts of a heretic; but if I am, of course it should be known."
There was a pause of a moment. Outside in the drawing-room rose the constant babble of speech, unintelligible and confusing. Then above it Rangely laughed softly.
"The wisdom of the journalist," he remarked, "is as nothing compared to that of the clergy. How did you discover that I wrote it?"
"Discover? Isn"t that a word applied to finding things by seeking?"
"What of that?"
"I was merely thinking that you give me credit for more leisure and more curiosity than I possess if you suppose me to have tried to find out about that article."
Rangely laughed again.
"Mr. Strathmore," he said with a new resolution in his tone, "will you pardon me if I am frank? I want to ask you what I can do to help you to secure the election."
"Don"t think I am given to word-splitting, Mr. Rangely, but I"ve no wish to _secure_ it. If the church needs me--but, after all, we need not quibble. Will you pardon me if I say that your question is rather remarkable coming from the author of the "Churchman" paper."
"Although I wrote the "Churchman" article, I wrote also the "Eagle"
editorial," was the reply. "I see things in a different light. The fact is that I was trapped into writing that stuff for the "Churchman," and now I"m anxious to undo any harm I may have done."
"I am glad that you do not really think me as bad as that article made me out," Strathmore said. "There have been some queer things about this election. Mrs. Gore has a letter that a woman has written which ill.u.s.trates how injudicious some of those interested have been."
"What sort of a letter?"
"A letter that is amusing in a way. Of course I only mention the thing confidentially. Very likely, though, Mrs. Gore might be willing to let you see it if you are interested. It was written to a clergyman in the western part of the State by Mrs. Wilson."
"Mrs. Wilson?"
"Mrs. Chauncy Wilson. Of course you know that she is much interested in the matter. It isn"t a very discreet doc.u.ment. I shall be much relieved when the whole thing is settled. It causes too much excitement, especially for us who have been named in connection with the office."
"It can"t be pleasant," Rangely a.s.sented.
"It is not, I a.s.sure you. Now it is my duty to be talking to ladies and helping Mrs. Gore. She told me that she depended on me."
He moved forward as he spoke, and the two were soon in the company again. Rangely weltered through the crowd to Mrs. Gore and asked about the letter.
"It is a trump card," she said. "I am glad you spoke about it. I was wondering how it could be used to the best advantage. Mr. Strathmore talks about its being a private letter, but I have a shrewd suspicion that he wouldn"t mind if somebody else used it. Come in to-morrow about five, and we"ll talk it over."
Maurice Wynne was naturally not entirely at home in this sort of a gathering. He had not overcome his shyness and want of familiarity with social usages, so that he was especially relieved when he found himself comfortably seated in a corner with Mrs. Herman, to whom he could talk freely.
"Isn"t there something that can be done for Phil, Mrs. Herman?" he asked earnestly. "I haven"t seen him since I left the Clergy House. I had to come away without saying good-by to him, and in answer to my letter he says that Father Frontford advises him not to see me for the present."
Mrs. Herman sighed, playing with her fan.
"Life is hard for a nature like his," answered she. "He is born to be a martyr. He has the martyr temperament. It"s part of our inheritance from Puritanism, I suppose."
Maurice smiled, looking up impulsively.
"I can"t see why you lay so much stress on Puritanism," he said. "What has Puritanism resulted in? Its whole struggle has come to an end in doubt and agnosticism and flippancy. Intellectual curiosity has taken the place of spiritual stress; ethical casuistry or theological amus.e.m.e.nts seem to me to stand instead of religious conviction."
Mrs. Herman regarded him with an inquiring smile.
"You make me feel old," she interposed; "it is so long since I went through that stage. Will you pardon me for saying that you are not quite a disinterested observer?"
"It is the eyes newly open that see most clearly," he responded, throwing back his head with a little laugh. "The Puritan came into the wilderness to establish a city of G.o.d. Time has shown that he dreamed an impossible dream. The result of that effort has been the establishment of a religious liberty"--
"One might almost say a religious license, I own," she interpolated.
"A religious liberty or license as you like, but at any rate something that would have seemed to them appallingly wicked,--a thousand times worse than anything they fled from into the desert."
Mrs. Herman was silent a moment while he waited for her answer. Her eyes grew darker, and the color flushed in her cheeks.
"It is odd enough for me to be the champion of Puritanism," she said at length, "and yet it seems to me that after all they did their work well, and that it was permanent. They left on the land the stress of sincerity and earnestness. Creeds fall away just as leaves drop from the trees, but each leaf has helped. Religions decay, but the salvation of the race must depend upon human steadfastness to conviction."
"Then I suppose that you think Phil is nearer to the heart of things than I am."
"Not in the least. The difference between you is superficial rather than real so long as you are both true to your convictions."
"But it seems to me," Maurice objected, "that Phil is looking at truth as a sort of fetish. He seems to feel that the root of the matter is in a dogma, and a dogma is only the fossil remains of a truth that is gone by."
She laughed appreciatively.
"Have you caught the fever for making epigrams? I"m afraid there"s a good deal of truth in what you say about Cousin Philip. He can"t help looking at religion as an end rather than a means."
"Has it ever struck you that he might finish by going over to the Catholics?"
"No," she answered, "I confess I"d never thought of it; but I see what you mean."