“A minister may be all these things,”
said Gavin, breathlessly.
“The man I could love,” Babbie went on,
not heeding him, almost forgetting that he was there,
“must not spend his days in idleness as the
men I know do.”
“I do not.”
“He must be brave, no mere worker among others,
but a leader of men.”
“All ministers are.”
“Who makes his influence felt.”
“Assuredly.”
“And takes the side of the weak against the
strong, even though the strong be in the right.”
“Always my tendency.”
“A man who has a mind of his own, and having
once made it up stands to it in defiance even of—”
“Of his session.”
“Of the world. He must understand me.”
“I do.”
“And be my master.”
“It is his lawful position in the house.”
“He must not yield to my coaxing or tempers.”
“It would be weakness.”
“But compel me to do his bidding; yes, even
thrash if—”
“If you won’t listen to reason. Babbie,”
cried Gavin, “I am that man!”
Here the inventory abruptly ended, and these two people
found themselves staring at each other, as if of a
sudden they had heard something dreadful. I do
not know how long they stood thus, motionless and
horrified. I cannot tell even which stirred first.
All I know is that almost simultaneously they turned
from each other and hurried out of the wood in opposite
directions.
End of the state of indecision.
Long before I had any thought of writing this story,
I had told it so often to my little maid that she
now knows some of it better than I. If you saw me
looking up from my paper to ask her, “What was
it that Birse said to Jean about the minister’s
flowers?” or, “Where was Hendry Munn hidden
on the night of the riots?” and heard her confident
answers, you would conclude that she had been in the
thick of these events, instead of born many years after
them. I mention this now because I have reached
a point where her memory contradicts mine. She
maintains that Rob Dow was told of the meeting in
the wood by the two boys whom it disturbed, while
my own impression is that he was a witness of it.
If she is right, Rob must have succeeded in frightening
the boys into telling no other person, for certainly
the scandal did not spread in Thrums. After all,
however, it is only important to know that Rob did
learn of the meeting. Its first effect was to
send him sullenly to the drink.
Many a time since these events have I pictured what
might have been their upshot had Dow confided their
discovery to me. Had I suspected why Rob was
grown so dour again, Gavin’s future might have
been very different. I was meeting Rob now and
again in the glen, asking, with an affected carelessness
he did not bottom, for news of the little minister,
but what he told me was only the gossip of the town;
and what I should have known, that Thrums might never
know it, he kept to himself. I suppose he feared
to speak to Gavin, who made several efforts to reclaim
him, but without avail.
