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Thesummerflewby。TheawasgladwhenRayKennedyhadaSundayintownandcouldtakeherdriving。Outamongthesandhillsshecouldforgetthe"newroom"whichwasthesceneofwearingandfruitlesslabor。Dr。Archiewasawayfromhomeagooddealthatyear。HehadputallhismoneyintominesaboveColo—
radoSprings,andhehopedforgreatreturnsfromthem。
Inthefallofthatyear,Mr。KronborgdecidedthatTheaoughttoshowmoreinterestinchurchwork。Heputittoherfrankly,onenightatsupper,beforethewholefamily。
"HowcanIinsistontheothergirlsinthecongregationbeingactiveinthework,whenoneofmyowndaughtersmanifestssolittleinterest?"
"ButIsingeverySundaymorning,andIhavetogiveuponenightaweektochoirpractice,"Theadeclaredrebelliously,pushingbackherplatewithanangrydeter—
minationtoeatnothingmore。
"Onenightaweekisnotenoughforthepastor’sdaugh—
ter,"herfatherreplied。"Youwon’tdoanythinginthesewingsociety,andyouwon’ttakepartintheChristianEndeavorortheBandofHope。Verywell,youmustmakeitupinotherways。Iwantsomeonetoplaytheorganandleadthesingingatprayer—meetingthiswinter。DeaconPottertoldmesometimeagothathethoughttherewouldbemoreinterestinourprayer—meetingsifwehadtheorgan。
MissMeyersdon’tfeelthatshecanplayonWednesdaynights。Andthereoughttobesomebodytostartthehymns。
Mrs。Potterisgettingold,andshealwaysstartsthemtoohigh。Itwon’ttakemuchofyourtime,anditwillkeeppeoplefromtalking。"
ThisargumentconqueredThea,thoughsheleftthe
tablesullenly。Thefearofthetongue,thatterroroflittletowns,isusuallyfeltmorekeenlybytheminister’sfamilythanbyotherhouseholds。WhenevertheKronborgswantedtodoanything,eventobuyanewcarpet,theyhadtotakecounseltogetherastowhetherpeoplewouldtalk。
Mrs。Kronborghadherownconvictionthatpeopletalkedwhentheyfeltlikeit,andsaidwhattheychose,nomatterhowtheminister’sfamilyconductedthemselves。Butshedidnotimpartthesedangerousideastoherchildren。Theawasstillunderthebeliefthatpublicopinioncouldbeplacated;thatifyoucluckedoftenenough,thehenswouldmistakeyouforoneofthemselves。
Mrs。Kronborgdidnothaveanyparticularzestforprayer—meetings,andshestayedathomewhenevershehadavalidexcuse。Thorwastoooldtofurnishsuchanexcusenow,soeveryWednesdaynight,unlessoneofthechildrenwassick,shetrudgedoffwithThea,behindMr。Kronborg。
AtfirstTheawasterriblybored。Butshegotusedtoprayer—
meeting,goteventofeelamournfulinterestinit。
Theexerciseswerealwaysprettymuchthesame。AfterthefirsthymnherfatherreadapassagefromtheBible,usuallyaPsalm。Thentherewasanotherhymn,andthenherfathercommenteduponthepassagehehadreadand,ashesaid,"appliedtheWordtoournecessities。"Afterathirdhymn,themeetingwasdeclaredopen,andtheoldmenandwomentookturnsatprayingandtalking。Mrs。
Kronborgneverspokeinmeeting。Shetoldpeoplefirmlythatshehadbeenbroughtuptokeepsilentandletthementalk,butshegaverespectfulattentiontotheothers,sittingwithherhandsfoldedinherlap。
Theprayer—meetingaudiencewasalwayssmall。Theyoungandenergeticmembersofthecongregationcameonlyonceortwiceayear,"tokeeppeoplefromtalking。"
TheusualWednesdaynightgatheringwasmadeupofoldwomen,withperhapssixoreightoldmen,andafewsicklygirlswhohadnotmuchinterestinlife;twoofthem,in—
deed,werealreadypreparingtodie。Theaacceptedthemournfulnessoftheprayer—meetingsasakindofspiritualdiscipline,likefunerals。Shealwaysreadlateaftershewenthomeandfeltastrongerwishthanusualtoliveandtobehappy。
ThemeetingswereconductedintheSunday—Schoolroom,wheretherewerewoodenchairsinsteadofpews;
anoldmapofPalestinehungonthewall,andthebracketlampsgaveoutonlyadimlight。TheoldwomensatmotionlessasIndiansintheirshawlsandbonnets;someofthemworelongblackmourningveils。Theoldmendroopedintheirchairs。Everyback,everyface,everyheadsaid"resignation。"Oftentherewerelongsilences,whenyoucouldhearnothingbutthecracklingofthesoftcoalinthestoveandthemuffledcoughofoneofthesickgirls。
Therewasoneniceoldlady,——tall,erect,self—respect—
ing,withadelicatewhitefaceandasoftvoice。Sheneverwhined,andwhatshesaidwasalwayscheerful,thoughshespokesonervouslythatTheaknewshedreadedgettingup,andthatshemadearealsacrificeto,asshesaid,"tes—
tifytothegoodnessofherSaviour。"Shewasthemotherofthegirlwhocoughed,andTheausedtowonderhowsheexplainedthingstoherself。Therewas,indeed,onlyonewomanwhotalkedbecauseshewas,asMr。Kronborgsaid,"tonguey。"Theothersweresomehowimpressive。Theytoldaboutthesweetthoughtsthatcametothemwhiletheywereattheirwork;how,amidtheirhouseholdtasks,theyweresuddenlyliftedbythesenseofadivinePresence。
Sometimestheytoldoftheirfirstconversion,ofhowintheiryouththathigherPowerhadmadeitselfknowntothem。OldMr。Carsen,thecarpenter,whogavehisser—
vicesasjanitortothechurch,usedoftentotellhow,whenhewasayoungmanandascoffer,bentonthedestructionofbothbodyandsoul,hisSaviourhadcometohimintheMichiganwoodsandhadstood,itseemedtohim,besidethetreehewasfelling;andhowhedroppedhisaxeand
kneltinprayer"toHimwhodiedforusuponthetree。"
Theaalwayswantedtoaskhimmoreaboutit;abouthismysteriouswickedness,andaboutthevision。
Sometimestheoldpeoplewouldaskforprayersfortheirabsentchildren。SometimestheyaskedtheirbrothersandsistersinChristtopraythattheymightbestrongeragainsttemptations。Oneofthesickgirlsusedtoaskthemtopraythatshemighthavemorefaithinthetimesofdepressionthatcametoher,"whenallthewaybeforeseemeddark。"Sherepeatedthathuskyphrasesooften,thatTheaalwaysrememberedit。
Oneoldwoman,whonevermissedaWednesdaynight,andwhonearlyalwaystookpartinthemeeting,cameallthewayupfromthedepotsettlement。Shealwaysworeablackcrocheted"fascinator"overherthinwhitehair,andshemadelong,tremulousprayers,fullofrailroadtermin—
ology。Shehadsixsonsintheserviceofdifferentrailroads,andshealwaysprayed"fortheboysontheroad,whoknownotatwhatmomenttheymaybecutoff。When,inThydivinewisdom,theirhourisuponthem,maythey,OourHeavenlyFather,seeonlywhitelightsalongtheroadtoEternity。"Sheusedtospeak,too,of"theenginesthatracewithdeath";andthoughshelookedsooldandlittlewhenshewasonherknees,andhervoicewassoshaky,herprayershadathrillofspeedanddangerinthem;theymadeonethinkofthedeepblackcanyons,theslendertrestles,thepoundingtrains。Thealikedtolookathersunkeneyesthatseemedfullofwisdom,atherblackthreadgloves,muchtoolonginthefingersandsomeeklyfoldedoneovertheother。Herfacewasbrown,andwornawayasrocksarewornbywater。Therearemanywaysofdescribingthatcolorofage,butinrealityitisnotlikeparchment,orlikeanyofthethingsitissaidtobelike。Thatbrownnessandthattextureofskinarefoundonlyinthefacesofoldhumancreatures,whohaveworkedhardandwhohavealwaysbeenpoor。
OnebitterlycoldnightinDecembertheprayer—meetingseemedtoThealongerthanusual。Theprayersandthetalkswentonandon。Itwasasiftheoldpeoplewereafraidtogooutintothecold,orwerestupefiedbythehotairoftheroom。Shehadleftabookathomethatshewasimpatienttogetbackto。AtlasttheDoxologywassung,buttheoldpeoplelingeredaboutthestovetogreeteachother,andTheatookhermother’sarmandhurriedouttothefrozensidewalk,beforeherfathercouldgetaway。Thewindwaswhistlingupthestreetandwhippingthenakedcottonwoodtreesagainstthetelegraphpolesandthesidesofthehouses。Thinsnowcloudswereflyingoverhead,sothattheskylookedgray,withadullphosphorescence。
Theicystreetsandtheshingleroofsofthehousesweregray,too。Allalongthestreet,shuttersbangedorwindowsrattled,orgateswobbled,heldbytheirlatchbutshakingonloosehinges。TherewasnotacatoradoginMoonstonethatnightthatwasnotgivenawarmshelter;thecatsunderthekitchenstove,thedogsinbarnsorcoal—sheds。
WhenTheaandhermotherreachedhome,theirmufflerswerecoveredwithice,wheretheirbreathhadfrozen。Theyhurriedintothehouseandmadeadashfortheparlorandthehard—coalburner,behindwhichGunnerwassittingonastool,readinghisJulesVernebook。Thedoorstoodopenintothedining—room,whichwasheatedfromtheparlor。
Mr。Kronborgalwayshadalunchwhenhecamehomefromprayer—meeting,andhispumpkinpieandmilkweresetoutonthedining—table。Mrs。Kronborgsaidshethoughtshefelthungry,too,andaskedTheaifshedidn’twantsomethingtoeat。
"No,I’mnothungry,mother。IguessI’llgoupstairs。"
"Iexpectyou’vegotsomebookupthere,"saidMrs。
Kronborg,bringingoutanotherpie。"You’dbetterbringitdownhereandread。Nobody’lldisturbyou,andit’sterriblecoldupinthatloft。"
Theawasalwaysassuredthatnoonewoulddisturbher
ifshereaddownstairs,buttheboystalkedwhentheycamein,andherfatherfairlydelivereddiscoursesafterhehadbeenrenewedbyhalfapieandapitcherofmilk。
"Idon’tmindthecold。I’lltakeahotbrickupformyfeet。IputoneinthestovebeforeIleft,ifoneoftheboyshasn’tstolenit。Good—night,mother。"Theagotherbrickandlantern,anddashedupstairsthroughthewindyloft。
Sheundressedattopspeedandgotintobedwithherbrick。
Sheputapairofwhiteknittedglovesonherhands,andpinnedoverherheadapieceofsoftflannelthathadbeenoneofThor’slongpetticoatswhenhewasababy。Thusequipped,shewasreadyforbusiness。Shetookfromhertableathickpaper—backedvolume,oneofthe"line"ofpapernovelsthedruggistkepttoselltotravelingmen。
Shehadboughtit,onlyyesterday,becausethefirstsen—
tenceinterestedherverymuch,andbecauseshesaw,assheglancedoverthepages,themagicalnamesoftwoRussiancities。Thebookwasapoortranslationof"AnnaKarenina。"Theaopeneditatamark,andfixedhereyesintentlyuponthesmallprint。Thehymns,thesickgirl,theresignedblackfigureswereforgotten。ItwasthenightoftheballinMoscow。
Theawouldhavebeenastonishedifshecouldhaveknownhow,yearsafterward,whenshehadneedofthem,thoseoldfacesweretocomebacktoher,longaftertheywerehiddenawayundertheearth;thattheywouldseemtoherthenasfullofmeaning,asmysteriouslymarkedbyDestiny,asthepeoplewhodancedthemazurkaundertheelegantKorsunsky。
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Mr。Kronborgwastoofondofhiseaseandtoosensibletoworryhischildrenmuchaboutreligion。
Hewasmoresincerethanmanypreachers,butwhenhespoketohisfamilyaboutmattersofconductitwasusuallywitharegardforkeepingupappearances。Thechurchandchurchworkwerediscussedinthefamilyliketheroutineofanyotherbusiness。Sundaywastheharddayoftheweekwiththem,justasSaturdaywasthebusydaywiththemerchantsonMainStreet。Revivalswereseasonsofextraworkandpressure,justasthreshing—timewasonthefarms。Visitingeldershadtobelodgedandcookedfor,thefolding—bedintheparlorwasletdown,andMrs。
Kronborghadtoworkinthekitchenalldaylongandattendthenightmeetings。
DuringoneoftheserevivalsThea’ssisterAnnaprofessedreligionwith,asMrs。Kronborgsaid,"agooddealoffluster。"WhileAnnawasgoinguptothemourners’benchnightlyandaskingfortheprayersofthecongregation,shedisseminatedgeneralgloomthroughoutthehousehold,andaftershejoinedthechurchshetookonanairof"set—apart—
ness"thatwasextremelytryingtoherbrothersandhersister,thoughtheyrealizedthatAnna’ssanctimoniousnesswasperhapsagoodthingfortheirfather。Apreacheroughttohaveonechildwhodidmorethanmerelyacquiesceinreligiousobservances,andTheaandtheboysweregladenoughthatitwasAnnaandnotoneofthemselveswhoassumedthisobligation。
"Anna,she’sAmerican,"Mrs。Kronborgusedtosay。
TheScandinavianmouldofcountenance,moreorlessmarkedineachoftheotherchildren,wasscarcelydis—
cernibleinher,andshelookedenoughlikeotherMoon—
stonegirlstobethoughtpretty。Anna’snaturewascon—
ventional,likeherface。Herpositionastheminister’seldestdaughterwasimportanttoher,andshetriedtoliveuptoit。Shereadsentimentalreligiousstory—booksandemulatedthespiritualstrugglesandmagnanimousbehavioroftheirpersecutedheroines。EverythinghadtobeinterpretedforAnna。Heropinionsaboutthesmall—
estandmostcommonplacethingsweregleanedfromtheDenverpapers,thechurchweeklies,fromsermonsandSunday—Schooladdresses。Scarcelyanythingwasattrac—
tivetoherinitsnaturalstate——indeed,scarcelyanythingwasdecentuntilitwasclothedbytheopinionofsomeauthority。Herideasabouthabit,character,duty,love,marriage,weregroupedunderheads,likeabookofpopularquotations,andweretotallyunrelatedtotheemergenciesofhumanliving。ShediscussedallthesesubjectswithotherMethodistgirlsofherage。Theywouldspendhours,forinstance,indecidingwhattheywouldorwouldnottoler—
ateinasuitororahusband,andthefrailtiesofmasculinenatureweretoooftenasubjectofdiscussionamongthem。
InherbehaviorAnnawasaharmlessgirl,mildexceptwhereherprejudiceswereconcerned,neatandindustrious,withnograverfaultthanpriggishness;buthermindhadreallyshockinghabitsofclassification。ThewickednessofDenverandofChicago,andevenofMoonstone,occupiedherthoughtstoomuch。Shehadnoneofthedelicacythatgoeswithanatureofwarmimpulses,butthekindoffishycuriositywhichjustifiesitselfbyanexpressionofhorror。
Thea,andallThea’swaysandfriends,seemedindecor—
oustoAnna。ShenotonlyfeltagravesocialdiscriminationagainsttheMexicans;shecouldnotforgetthatSpanishJohnnywasadrunkardandthat"nobodyknewwhathedidwhenheranawayfromhome。"Theapretended,ofcourse,thatshelikedtheMexicansbecausetheywerefondofmusic;buteveryoneknewthatmusicwasno—
thingveryreal,andthatitdidnotmatterinagirl’sre—
lationswithpeople。Whatwasreal,then,andwhatdidmatter?PoorAnna!
AnnaapprovedofRayKennedyasayoungmanofsteadyhabitsandblamelesslife,butsheregrettedthathewasanatheist,andthathewasnotapassengerconductorwithbrassbuttonsonhiscoat。Onthewhole,shewon—
deredwhatsuchanexemplaryyoungmanfoundtolikeinThea。Dr。ArchieshetreatedrespectfullybecauseofhispositioninMoonstone,butsheKNEWhehadkissedtheMexicanbarytone’sprettydaughter,andshehadawholeDOSSIERofevidenceabouthisbehaviorinhishoursofrelax—
ationinDenver。Hewas"fast,"anditwasbecausehewas"fast"thatThealikedhim。Theaalwayslikedthatkindofpeople。Dr。Archie’swholemannerwithThea,Annaoftentoldhermother,wastoofree。HewasalwaysputtinghishandonThea’shead,orholdingherhandwhilehelaughedandlookeddownather。Thekindliermanifesta—
tionofhumannature(aboutwhichAnnasangandtalked,intheinterestsofwhichshewenttoconventionsandworewhiteribbons)wereneverrealitiestoherafterall。Shedidnotbelieveinthem。Itwasonlyinattitudesofprotestorreproof,clingingtothecross,thathumanbeingscouldbeeventemporarilydecent。
PreacherKronborg’ssecretconvictionswereverymuchlikeAnna’s。Hebelievedthathiswifewasabsolutelygood,buttherewasnotamanorwomaninhiscongregationwhomhetrustedalltheway。
Mrs。Kronborg,ontheotherhand,waslikelytofindsomethingtoadmireinalmostanyhumanconductthatwaspositiveandenergetic。Shecouldalwaysbetakeninbythestoriesoftrampsandrunawayboys。Shewenttothecircusandadmiredthebarebackriders,whowere"likelygoodenoughwomenintheirway。"SheadmiredDr。Archie’sfinephysiqueandwell—cutclothesasmuchasTheadid,andsaidshe"feltitwasaprivilegetobehandledbysuchagentlemanwhenshewassick。"
SoonafterAnnabecameachurchmembershebegantoremonstratewithTheaaboutpracticing——playing"secu—
larmusic"——onSunday。OneSundaythedisputeintheparlorgrewwarmandwascarriedtoMrs。Kronborginthekitchen。ShelistenedjudiciallyandtoldAnnatoreadthechapterabouthowNaamantheleperwaspermittedtobowdowninthehouseofRimmon。Theawentbacktothepiano,andAnnalingeredtosaythat,sinceshewasintheright,hermothershouldhavesupportedher。
"No,"saidMrs。Kronborg,ratherindifferently,"Ican’tseeitthatway,Anna。Ineverforcedyoutopractice,andIdon’tseeasIshouldkeepTheafromit。Iliketohearher,andIguessyourfatherdoes。YouandTheawilllikelyfol—
lowdifferentlines,andIdon’tseeasI’mcalledupontobringyouupalike。"
Annalookedmeekandabused。"Ofcourseallthechurchpeoplemusthearher。Oursistheonlynoisyhouseonthisstreet。Youhearwhatshe’splayingnow,don’tyou?"
Mrs。Kronborgrosefrombrowninghercoffee。"Yes;
it’stheBlueDanubewaltzes。I’mfamiliarwith’em。Ifanyofthechurchpeoplecomeatyou,youjustsend’emtome。Iain’tafraidtospeakoutonoccasion,andI
wouldn’tmindonebittellingtheLadies’Aidafewthingsaboutstandardcomposers。"Mrs。Kronborgsmiled,andaddedthoughtfully,"No,Iwouldn’tmindthatonebit。"
Annawentaboutwithareservedanddistantairforaweek,andMrs。Kronborgsuspectedthatsheheldalargerplacethanusualinherdaughter’sprayers;butthatwasanotherthingshedidn’tmind。
Althoughrevivalsweremerelyapartoftheyear’swork,likeexaminationweekatschool,andalthoughAnna’spietyimpressedherverylittle,atimecamewhenTheawasperplexedaboutreligion。AscourgeoftyphoidbrokeoutinMoonstoneandseveralofThea’sschoolmatesdiedofit。Shewenttotheirfunerals,sawthemputintothe
ground,andwonderedagooddealaboutthem。Butacertaingrimincident,whichcausedtheepidemic,troubledherevenmorethanthedeathofherfriends。
EarlyinJuly,soonafterThea’sfifteenthbirthday,aparticularlydisgustingsortoftrampcameintoMoonstoneinanemptyboxcar。Theawassittinginthehammockinthefrontyardwhenhefirstcrawleduptothetownfromthedepot,carryingabundlewrappedindirtytickingunderonearm,andundertheotherawoodenboxwithrustyscreeningnailedoveroneend。Hehadathin,hungryfacecoveredwithblackhair。Itwasjustbeforesupper—
timewhenhecamealong,andthestreetsmelledoffriedpotatoesandfriedonionsandcoffee。Theasawhimsniffingtheairgreedilyandwalkingslowerandslower。Helookedoverthefence。Shehopedhewouldnotstopattheirgate,forhermotherneverturnedanyoneaway,andthiswasthedirtiestandmostutterlywretched—lookingtrampshehadeverseen。Therewasaterribleodorabouthim,too。
Shecaughtitevenatthatdistance,andputherhandker—
chieftohernose。Amomentlatershewassorry,forsheknewthathehadnoticedit。Helookedawayandshuffledalittlefaster。
AfewdayslaterTheaheardthatthetramphadcampedinanemptyshackoverontheeastedgeoftown,besidetheravine,andwastryingtogiveamiserablesortofshowthere。Hetoldtheboyswhowenttoseewhathewasdoing,thathehadtraveledwithacircus。Hisbundlecontainedafilthyclown’ssuit,andhisboxheldhalfadozenrattle—
snakes。
Saturdaynight,whenTheawenttothebutchershoptogetthechickensforSunday,sheheardthewhineofanaccordionandsawacrowdbeforeoneofthesaloons。Thereshefoundthetramp,hisbonybodygrotesquelyattiredintheclown’ssuit,hisfaceshavedandpaintedwhite,——thesweattricklingthroughthepaintandwashingitaway,——
andhiseyeswildandfeverish。Pullingtheaccordionin
andoutseemedtobealmosttoogreataneffortforhim,andhepantedtothetuneof"MarchingthroughGeorgia。"
Afteraconsiderablecrowdhadgathered,thetrampex—
hibitedhisboxofsnakes,announcedthathewouldnowpassthehat,andthatwhentheonlookershadcontributedthesumofonedollar,hewouldeat"oneoftheselivingreptiles。"Thecrowdbegantocoughandmurmur,andthesaloonkeeperrushedoffforthemarshal,whoarrestedthewretchforgivingashowwithoutalicenseandhurriedhimawaytothecalaboose。
Thecalaboosestoodinasunflowerpatch,——anoldhutwithabarredwindowandapadlockonthedoor。Thetrampwasutterlyfilthyandtherewasnowaytogivehimabath。Thelawmadenoprovisiontogrub—stakevagrants,soaftertheconstablehaddetainedthetrampfortwenty—
fourhours,hereleasedhimandtoldhimto"getoutoftown,andgetquick。"Thefellow’srattlesnakeshadbeenkilledbythesaloonkeeper。Hehidinaboxcarinthefreightyard,probablyhopingtogetaridetothenextstation,buthewasfoundandputout。Afterthathewasseennomore。Hehaddisappearedandleftnotraceexceptanugly,stupidword,chalkedontheblackpaintoftheseventy—five—footstandpipewhichwasthereservoirfortheMoonstonewater—supply;thesameword,inanothertongue,thattheFrenchsoldiershoutedatWaterloototheEnglishofficerwhobadetheOldGuardsurrender;acommentonlifewhichthedefeated,alongthehardroadsoftheworld,sometimesbawlatthevictorious。
Aweekafterthetrampexcitementhadpassedover,thecitywaterbegantosmellandtotaste。TheKron—
borgshadawellintheirbackyardanddidnotusecitywater,buttheyheardthecomplaintsoftheirneighbors。
Atfirstpeoplesaidthatthetownwellwasfullofrot—
tingcottonwoodroots,buttheengineeratthepumping—
stationconvincedthemayorthatthewaterleftthewelluntainted。Mayorsreasonslowly,but,thewellbeing
eliminated,theofficialmindhadtotraveltowardthestandpipe——therewasnoothertrackforittogoin。
Thestandpipeamplyrewardedinvestigation。ThetramphadgotevenwithMoonstone。Hehadclimbedthestandpipebythehandholdsandlethimselfdownintoseventy—fivefeetofcoldwater,withhisshoesandhatandrollofticking。Thecitycouncilhadamildpanicandpassedanewordinanceabouttramps。Butthefeverhadalreadybrokenout,andseveraladultsandhalfadozenchildrendiedofit。
TheahadalwaysfoundeverythingthathappenedinMoonstoneexciting,disastersparticularlyso。Itwasgrat—
ifyingtoreadsensationalMoonstoneitemsintheDenverpaper。Butshewishedshehadnotchancedtoseethetrampashecameintotownthatevening,sniffingthesupper—ladenair。Hisfaceremainedunpleasantlyclearinhermemory,andhermindstruggledwiththeproblemofhisbehaviorasifitwereahardpageinarithmetic。Evenwhenshewaspracticing,thedramaofthetrampkeptgoingoninthebackofherhead,andshewasconstantlytryingtomakeherselfrealizewhatpitchofhatredordespaircoulddriveamantodosuchahideousthing。Shekeptseeinghiminhisbedraggledclownsuit,thewhitepaintonhisroughlyshavenface,playinghisaccordionbeforethesaloon。Shehadnoticedhisleanbody,hishigh,baldforeheadthatslopedbacklikeacurvedmetallid。Howcouldpeoplefallsofaroutoffortune?ShetriedtotalktoRayKennedyaboutherperplexity,butRaywouldnotdiscussthingsofthatsortwithher。Itwasinhissentimentalconceptionofwomenthattheyshouldbedeeplyreligious,thoughmenwereatlibertytodoubtandfinallytodeny。Apicturecalled"TheSoulAwakened,"
popularinMoonstoneparlors,prettywellinterpretedRay’sideaofwoman’sspiritualnature。
Oneeveningwhenshewashauntedbythefigureofthetramp,TheawentuptoDr。Archie’soffice。Shefoundhim
sewinguptwobadgashesinthefaceofalittleboywhohadbeenkickedbyamule。Aftertheboyhadbeenban—
dagedandsentawaywithhisfather,Theahelpedthedoc—
torwashandputawaythesurgicalinstruments。Thenshedroppedintoheraccustomedseatbesidehisdeskandbegantotalkaboutthetramp。Hereyeswerehardandgreenwithexcitement,thedoctornoticed。
"Itseemstome,Dr。Archie,thatthewholetown’stoblame。I’mtoblame,myself。Iknowhesawmeholdmynosewhenhewentby。Father’stoblame。IfhebelievestheBible,heoughttohavegonetothecalabooseandcleanedthatmanupandtakencareofhim。That’swhatIcan’tunderstand;dopeoplebelievetheBible,ordon’tthey?Ifthenextlifeisallthatmatters,andwe’reputheretogetreadyforit,thenwhydowetrytomakemoney,orlearnthings,orhaveagoodtime?There’snotonepersoninMoonstonethatreallylivesthewaytheNewTestamentsays。Doesitmatter,ordon’tit?"