"Some of us have done worse than that, and yet--"
"And yet we didn"t get into Colcord for them. But that"s what counts.
You can do what you like as long as you ain"t put in jail. Look at your father--"
"So when he comes home--" he interrupted, craftily.
She leaned forward, throwing the quilt from her knees. "See here," she asked, confidentially, "how would you feel if you saw your son coming up out of h.e.l.l?"
"How should I feel? I should be glad he was coming up instead of going down. You would, too, wouldn"t you? And now that he"s coming up we must keep him up. That"s the point. So many poor chaps that have been in his position feel that because they"ve once been down they"ve got to stay down. We must make him see that he"s come back among friends--and you must tell us what to do. You must give your mind to it and think it out.
He"s your boy--so it"s your duty to take the lead."
Her cold eye rested on him as if she were giving his words consideration. "Why don"t you ask your father to take the lead? He sent him to Colcord."
Thor got no further than this during the hour he spent with her, seeing that Uncle Sim had been right in describing the case as one for ingenuity--and something more. Questioning himself as to what this something more could be, he brought up the subject tentatively with Jasper Fay, whom he met on leaving the house. Thor himself stood on the door-step, while Fay, who wore gardening overalls, confronted him from the withered gra.s.s-plot that ended in a leafless hedge of bridal-veil.
"She"s never been a religious woman at all, has she?"
Fay answered with a distant smile. "She did go in for religion at one time, sir; but I guess she found it slim diet. It got to seem to her like Thomas Carlyle"s hungry lion invited to a feast of chickenweed.
After that she quit."
"I had an idea that you belonged to the First Church and were Dr.
Hilary"s parishioners."
Fay explained. "Dr. Hilary married us, but we haven"t troubled the church much since. I never took any interest in the Christian religion to begin with; and when I looked into it I found it even more fallacious than I supposed." To account for this advanced position on the part of a simple market-gardener he added, "I"ve been a good deal of a reader."
Thor spoke slowly and after meditation. "It isn"t so much a question of its being fallacious as of its capacity for producing results."
Fay turned partially round toward the south, where a haze hung above the city. His tone was infused with a mild bitterness. "Don"t we see the results it can produce--over there?"
"That"s right, too." Thor was so much in sympathy with this point of view that he hardly knew how to go on. "And yet some of us doctors are beginning to suspect that there may be a power in Christianity--a purely psychological power, you understand--that hasn"t been used for what it"s worth."
Fay nodded. He had been following this current of contemporary thought.
"Yes, Dr. Thor. So I hear. Just as, I dare say, you haven"t found out all the uses of opium."
"Well, opium is good in its place, you know."
"I suppose so." He lifted his starry eyes with their mystic, visionary rapture fully on the young physician. "And yet I remember how George Eliot prayed that when her troubles came she might get along without being drugged by that stuff--meaning the Christian religion, sir--and I guess I"d kind o" like that me and mine should do the same."
Thor dropped the subject and went his way. As far as he had opinions of his own, they would have been similar to Fay"s had he not within a year or two heard of sufficiently authenticated cases in which sick spirits or disordered nerves had yielded to spiritual counsels after the doctor had had no success. He had been so little impressed with these instances that he might not have allowed his speculations with regard to Mrs. Fay to go beyond the fleeting thought, only for the fact that on pa.s.sing through the Square he met Reuben Hilary. In general he was content to touch his hat to the old gentleman and go on; but to-day, urged by an impulse too vague to take accurate account of, he stopped with respectful greetings.
"I"ve just been to see an old parishioner of yours, sir," he said, when the preliminaries of neighborly conversation had received their due.
"Have you, now?" was the non-committal response, delivered with a North-of-Ireland intonation.
"Mrs. Fay--wife of Fay, the gardener. I can"t say she"s ill," Thor went on, feeling his way, "but she"s mentally upset." He decided to plunge into the subject boldly, smiling with that mingling of frankness and perplexity which people found appealing because of its conscientiousness. "And I"ve been wondering, Dr. Hilary, if you couldn"t help her."
"Have you, now? And what would you be wanting me to do?"
Thor reflected as to the exact line to take, while the kindly eyes covered him with their shrewd, humorous twinkle. "You see," Thor tried to explain, "that if she could get the idea that there"s any other stand to take toward trouble than that of kicking against it, she might be in a fair way to get better. At present she"s like a prisoner who dashes his head against a stone wall, not seeing that there"s a window by which he might make his escape."
There was renewed twinkling in the merry eyes. "But if there"s a window, why don"t you point it out to her?"
Thor grinned. "Because, sir, I don"t see it myself."
"T"t, t"t! Don"t you, then? And how do you know it"s there?"
Thor continued to grin. "To be frank with you, sir, I don"t believe it is there. But if you can make her believe it is--"
"That is, you want me to deceive the poor creature."
"Oh no, sir," Thor protested. "You wouldn"t be deceiving her because you do believe it."
"So that I"d only be deceiving her to the extent that I"m deceived myself."
"You"re too many for me," Thor laughed again, preparing to move on. "I didn"t know but that if you gave her what are called the consolations of religion--that"s the right phrase, isn"t it--"
"There is such a phrase. But you can"t _give_ people the consolations of religion; they"ve got to find them for themselves. If they won"t do that, there"s no power in heaven or earth that can force consolation upon them."
"But religion undertakes to do something, doesn"t it?"
The old man shook his head. "Nothing whatever--no more than air undertakes that you shall breathe it, or water that you shall drink it, or fire that you shall warm yourself at its blaze."
Thor mused. When he spoke it was as if summing up the preceding remarks.
"So that you can"t do anything, sir, for my friend, Mrs. Fay?"
"Nothing whatever, me dear Thor--but help her to do something for herself."
"Very well, sir. Will you try that?"
"Sure, I"ll try it. I"m too proud of the Word of G.o.d to thrust it where it isn"t wanted--_margaritas ante porcos_, if you"ve Latin enough for that--but when any one asks for it as earnestly as you, me dear Thor--"
Having won what he asked, Thor shook the old man"s hand and thanked him, after which he hurried off to the garage to take out his runabout and bring Lois"s father home from town.
CHAPTER IX
As November and December pa.s.sed and the new year came in, small happenings began to remind Thorley Masterman that he was soon to inherit money. It was a fact which he himself could scarcely credit. Perhaps because he was not imaginative the condition of being thirty years of age continued to seem remote even when he was within six weeks of that goal.
He was first impressed with the rapidity of his approach to it on a morning when he came late to breakfast, finding at his plate a long envelope, bearing in its upper left-hand corner the request that in the event of non-delivery it should be returned to the office of Darling & Darling, at 27, Commonwealth Row. A glance, which he couldn"t help reading, pa.s.sed round the table as he took it up. It was not new to him that among the other members of the household, closely as they were united, there was a sense of vague injustice because he was coming into money and they were not.
The communication was brief, stating no more than the fact that in view of the transfer of the estate which would take place a few weeks later, Mr. William Darling, the sole trustee, would be glad to see the heir on a day in the near future, to submit to him the list of investments and other properties that were to make up his inheritance. Thor saw his grandfather"s money, so long a fairy prospect, as likely to become a matter of solid cash. The change in his position would be considerable.
As yet, however, his position remained that of a son in his father"s family, and, in obedience to what he knew was expected of him, he read the note aloud. Though there was an absence of comment, his stepmother, in pa.s.sing him his coffee, murmured, caressingly, "Dear old Thor."
"Dear old Thor," Claude mimicked, "will soon be able to do everything he pleases."