"I mean do you Faith Healers"--
"That is not our t.i.tle," Mrs. c.r.a.pps said with gentle insistence.
"Are you called Mind Curers, then?"
"No," the priestess responded, with an air lofty yet condescending; "with those forms of error we have no dealing or sympathy. It is true that those who teach faith-healing, mind-cure, or any sort of religious rejuvenance, have in part taken our high tenets; but they have in each case obscured them by errors and follies of their own. We are the Christian Faith Healed,--not healers, you will observe, because we believe that all mankind are really healed, and that all that is needed is that they recognize and acknowledge this precious truth."
The ladies present looked at one another in some confusion, and Ashe caught in the eyes of Mrs. Staggchase, who sat half facing him, a gleam of amus.e.m.e.nt. This emboldened him to repeat the question which had been abandoned by its first asker, who had evidently been overwhelmed by the delicacy of the distinction of sects made by Mrs. c.r.a.pps.
"Do you then," he asked, "deny the existence of death?"
"Utterly," the seeress returned, bending upon him a bold look as if to challenge him to differ from what she a.s.serted. "It is as amazing as it is melancholy that mankind should have submitted to the indignity of death so long."
"How can they submit to that which does not exist?"
"It exists in seeming, but not in reality."
A murmur ran through the company, and Philip met the eyes of Mrs.
Fenton, who shook her head slightly, as who would say that discussion was futile.
"But--but how"--one hearer began falteringly, and then stopped, evidently too overwhelmed by the astounding nature of the proposition laid down to be able even to frame a question.
"Indeed," Mrs. c.r.a.pps said, taking up the word, "we may well ask how.
It transcends the incredible that the monstrous delusion of death should ever have been entertained for an instant. The explanation lies in sin. Death is but the projection of a sin-burdened conscience upon the mists of the unknown. Thank G.o.d that it has been given to our generation to tear away the veil from this falsehood, and to recognize the absolute unreality of the phantom which the ignorance and superst.i.tion of guilty humanity have conjured up." The smooth, deliberate voice of Mrs. Staggchase broke the silence which this declaration produced.
"It is then your idea that death comes entirely from the belief of mankind?"
"What we call death undoubtedly has that origin," Mrs. c.r.a.pps answered.
"How then could so extraordinary a delusion have had a beginning?"
A faint shade crossed the face of the seeress, but it merged instantly into a smile of patient superiority.
"That is the question unbelief always asks," she said. "It seems so difficult to answer, and yet it is really so simple. The idea of death of course arose from a distorted projection of the condition of sleep upon the diseased imagination. With sin came the bewilderment of human reason, and the delusion followed as an inevitable morbid growth."
"Then the earlier generations of mankind were immortal?"
"Undoubtedly. We have traces of the fact in all the old mythologies."
"But what became of them?"
"Once the idea of death had entered the world," Mrs. c.r.a.pps said impressively, "it spread like the plague until it had infected all mankind. Even those who had lived for ages to prove it false were not able to resist the prevalence of the thing they knew to be untrue,--any more," she added, dropping her eyes, and speaking in a tone sad and patient, "than we who to-day understand that there is no such thing as death can resist the overwhelming power of the belief of the ma.s.ses of the race. The might of the will of the majority, directed by an appalling delusion, compels us to submit to that which we yet know to be an unreality."
Again there was a hush. The woman was appealing to the most fundamental facts of human experience and the most poignant emotions of human life, and boldly denying or confounding both. It seemed to Ashe that the only possible answer to such talk was an accusation either of madness or blasphemy. The silence was once more broken by Mrs. Staggchase.
"But if there is no such thing as death," she observed, with the faintest touch of irony perceptible in her well-bred voice, "of course you do not really die; and since you do not share the general delusion in thinking yourselves to be dead, it would seem to follow that although you may be dead for the world in general, you are still immortal for yourselves and each other."
The black eyes of Mrs. c.r.a.pps sparkled, but she controlled herself, and shook her head with an air of gentle remonstrance.
"It proves how strong is the hold upon mankind of this delusion," she said, "that what I tell you appears incredible. The truth is always incredible, because the blind eyes of humanity can see only half-truths except by great effort. I have tried to enlighten you, and I can do no more. It is for you and not for myself that I speak."
She rose from her chair, which seemed to be the signal for the breaking up of the a.s.sembly, and that her cleverness in securing the last word was not without its effect was apparent by the murmurs of the company.
In another moment, however, Ashe heard as at Mrs. Gore"s the exchange of greetings and bits of news, the making of appointments for shopping or theatre-going, and all the trivial chat of daily life. He stood aside until the crowd should thin, and in the mean time had the felicity of being near Mrs. Fenton. He began to feel himself almost overcome by the delight of being so near her, of meeting her clear glance, frank and sympathetic, of hearing her voice, of noting the ripples of her hair, the curve of nostril and neck. He was like a boy in the first budding of pa.s.sion before reason has softened the extravagance of his feeling. The talk of the afternoon, his indignation at the words of Mrs. c.r.a.pps, his feeling that he had been a.s.sisting at a sacrament of impiety, were all forgotten as he stood talking to his neighbor.
"Come," she said at length, "I must speak to Mrs. Frostwinch before I go."
He bent forward to remove a chair which was in her way, and her gloved hand brushed against his. He covered the spot with his other hand as if he would preserve the precious touch.
"I found Mr. Ashe at the door," Mrs. Fenton said to the hostess, "and I would not let him turn back. I was too much interested in his errand."
"I am sorry if he needed urging to come in," Mrs. Frostwinch responded with graceful courtesy; "but what was the errand?"
"Mrs. Wilson asked me to see you in relation to the election," Ashe answered.
"Elsie is having a beautiful time managing this election," commented Mrs. Frostwinch. "She hasn"t been so amused for a long time. She thinks Father Frontford is a puppet in her hands, while he knows that she is one in his."
"I hope," Mrs. Fenton put in, "that you may be able to help Mr. Ashe. I can answer for it that he is not making the matter one of amus.e.m.e.nt."
Ashe could not help flushing. He thanked her with a glance, and turned again to Mrs. Frostwinch.
"I do not know or like the electioneering of such affairs," he said gravely; "but since there is a strong effort being made on the other side it certainly seems necessary to do whatever can be done fairly."
A few last visitors who had been chatting among themselves now came forward to say good-by. Mrs. Fenton also took leave, and Ashe found himself alone with his hostess and Mrs. c.r.a.pps.
"Mrs. c.r.a.pps, Mr. Ashe," Mrs. Frostwinch said.
It seemed to him that there was in the manner of Mrs. Frostwinch something of condescension, as if the Faith Healed was a sort of upper servant. He had himself not outlived the ingenuous period wherein a youth feels that the preservation of truth in the world depends upon his not covering his impressions, and he was accordingly extremely cold in his manner.
"Ah, a new disciple to our faith, I trust," Mrs. c.r.a.pps said, fixing upon him her keen, bold eyes.
"I have never even heard of your doctrine until to-day," he answered.
"But surely it must strike you at once," she responded, with a manner evidently meant to be insinuating.
He hesitated. He remembered that he had been expressly warned not to say anything against the vagaries with which Mrs. Frostwinch was concerned; but his conscience would not allow him to evade this direct challenge.
"It struck me as being blasphemous," he responded with unnecessary fervor.
Mrs. c.r.a.pps raised her eyes to the ceiling, and uttered a theatrical sigh.
"Oh, sacred truth!" she exclaimed.
"Come, Mrs. c.r.a.pps," Mrs. Frostwinch interposed almost sharply, "you know that Mr. Ashe is right. It is blasphemous, and I feel as if I"d allowed my house to be used for a sacrifice to false G.o.ds. If you will excuse us, I wish to speak with Mr. Ashe on business. Will you kindly come to the library, Mr. Ashe."
As he followed, Philip caught sight in a mirror of the face of Mrs.
c.r.a.pps. It wore a singular smile, but whether of anger or contempt he could not tell.
"I dare say, Mr. Ashe," Mrs. Frostwinch remarked, as soon as they were seated in the library, "that it seems strange to you that I have that woman speak in my parlors. Of course I don"t mean to apologize, but I am sorry that you should hear things that shocked you."