Rainbow Valley eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 240 pages of information about Rainbow Valley.

Dr. Cooper had concluded with a fervent appeal, had wiped the perspiration from his massive brow, had said “Let us pray” as he was famed for saying it, and had duly prayed.  There was a slight pause.  In Glen St. Mary church the old fashion of taking the collection after the sermon instead of before still held—­mainly because the Methodists had adopted the new fashion first, and Miss Cornelia and Elder Clow would not hear of following where Methodists had led.  Charles Baxter and Thomas Douglas, whose duty it was to pass the plates, were on the point of rising to their feet.  The organist had got out the music of her anthem and the choir had cleared its throat.  Suddenly Faith Meredith rose in the manse pew, walked up to the pulpit platform, and faced the amazed audience.

Miss Cornelia half rose in her seat and then sat down again.  Her pew was far back and it occurred to her that whatever Faith meant to do or say would be half done or said before she could reach her.  There was no use making the exhibition worse than it had to be.  With an anguished glance at Mrs. Dr. Blythe, and another at Deacon Warren of the Methodist Church, Miss Cornelia resigned herself to another scandal.

“If the child was only dressed decently itself,” she groaned in spirit.

Faith, having spilled ink on her good dress, had serenely put on an old one of faded pink print.  A caticornered rent in the skirt had been darned with scarlet tracing cotton and the hem had been let down, showing a bright strip of unfaded pink around the skirt.  But Faith was not thinking of her clothes at all.  She was feeling suddenly nervous.  What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.  Confronted by all those staring questioning eyes Faith’s courage almost failed her.  The lights were so bright, the silence so awesome.  She thought she could not speak after all.  But she must—­her father must be cleared of suspicion.  Only—­the words would not come.

Una’s little pearl-pure face gleamed up at her beseechingly from the manse pew.  The Blythe children were lost in amazement.  Back under the gallery Faith saw the sweet graciousness of Miss Rosemary West’s smile and the amusement of Miss Ellen’s.  But none of these helped her.  It was Bertie Shakespeare Drew who saved the situation.  Bertie Shakespeare sat in the front seat of the gallery and he made a derisive face at Faith.  Faith promptly made a dreadful one back at him, and, in her anger over being grimaced at by Bertie Shakespeare, forgot her stage fright.  She found her voice and spoke out clearly and bravely.

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