Spring fell early upon the pleasant southern slopes of the Susquehanna country.The snow went off as by magic.
The trees budded and leaved before their time.The birds came and set up their chorus in the elms, while winter seemed still a thing of yesterday.
Alice, clad gravely in black, stood again upon a kitchen-stoop, and looked across an intervening space of back-yards and fences to where the tall boughs, fresh in their new verdure, were silhouetted against the pure blue sky.The prospect recalled to her irresistibly another sunlit morning, a year ago, when she had stood in the doorway of her own kitchen, and surveyed a scene not unlike this;it might have been with the same carolling robins, the same trees, the same azure segment of the tranquil, speckless dome.Then she was looking out upon surroundings novel and strange to her, among which she must make herself at home as best she could.But at least the ground was secure under her feet; at least she had a home, and a word from her lips could summon her husband out, to stand beside her with his arm about her, and share her buoyant, hopeful joy in the promises of spring.
To think that that was only one little year ago--the mere revolution of four brief seasons! And now--!
Sister Soulsby, wiping her hands on her apron, came briskly out upon the stoop.Some cheerful commonplace was on her tongue, but a glance at Alice's wistful face kept it back.She passed an arm around her waist instead, and stood in silence, looking at the elms.
"It brings back memories to me--all this," said Alice, nodding her head, and not seeking to dissemble the tears which sprang to her eyes.
"The men will be down in a minute, dear," the other reminded her."They'd nearly finished packing before Iput the biscuits in the oven."We mustn't wear long faces before folks, you know.""Yes, I know," murmured Alice.Then, with a sudden impulse, she turned to her companion."Candace," she said fervently, "we're alone here for the moment;I must tell you that if I don't talk gratitude to you, it's simply and solely because I don't know where to begin, or what to say.I'm just dumfounded at your goodness.
It takes my speech away.I only know this, Candace:
God will be very good to you."
"Tut! tut!" replied Sister Soulsby, "that's all right, you dear thing.I know just how you feel.Don't dream of being under obligation to explain it to me, or to thank us at all.We've had all sorts of comfort out of the thing--Soulsby and I.We used to get downright lonesome, here all by ourselves, and we've simply had a winter of pleasant company instead, that s all.Besides, there's solid satisfaction in knowing that at last, for once in our lives we've had a chance to be of some real use to somebody who truly needed it.You can't imagine how stuck up that makes us in our own conceit.We feel as if we were George Peabody and Lady Burdett-Coutts, and several other philanthropists thrown in.No, seriously, don't think of it again.We're glad to have been able to do it all;and if you only go ahead now, and prosper and be happy, why, that will be the only reward we want.""I hope we shall do well," said Alice."Only tell me this, Candace.You do think I was right, don't you, in insisting on Theron's leaving the ministry altogether?
He seems convinced enough now that it was the right thing to do; but I grow nervous sometimes lest he should find it harder than he thought to get along in business, and regret the change--and blame me.""I think you may rest easy in your mind about that,"the other responded."Whatever else he does, he will never want to come within gunshot of a pulpit again.
It came too near murdering him for that."Alice looked at her doubtfully."Something came near murdering him, I know.But it doesn't seem to me that I would say it was the ministry.And I guess you know pretty well yourself what it was.Of course, I've never asked any questions, and I've hushed up everybody at Octavius who tried to quiz me about it--his disappearance and my packing up and leaving, and all that--and I've never discussed the question with you--but--""No, and there's no good going into it now," put in Sister Soulsby, with amiable decisiveness."It's all past and gone.In fact, I hardly remember much about it now myself.He simply got into deep water, poor soul, and we've floated him out again, safe and sound.
That's all.But all the same, I was right in what I said.
He was a mistake in the ministry."
"But if you'd known him in previous years," urged Alice, plaintively, "before we were sent to that awful Octavius.
He was the very ideal of all a young minister should be.
People used to simply worship him, he was such a perfect preacher, and so pure-minded and friendly with everybody, and threw himself into his work so.It was all that miserable, contemptible Octavius that did the mischief."Sister Soulsby slowly shook her head."If there hadn't been a screw loose somewhere," she said gently, "Octavius wouldn't have hurt him.No, take my word for it, he never was the right man for the place.
He seemed to be, no doubt, but he wasn't.When pressure was put on him, it found out his weak spot like a shot, and pushed on it, and--well, it came near smashing him, that's all.""And do you think he'll always be a--a back-slider,"mourned Alice.
"For mercy's sake, don't ever try to have him pretend to be anything else!" exclaimed the other."The last state of that man would be worse than the first.
You must make up your mind to that.And you mustn't show that you're nervous about it.You mustn't get nervous!
You mustn't be afraid of things.Just you keep a stiff upper lip, and say you WILL get along, you WILL be happy.
