Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,366 pages of information about Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill.

Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,366 pages of information about Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill.

“H-hadn’t thought much about it,” answered Jethro.

“Well, you should think about it.  People don’t go to meeting to—­to look at other people.”

“Thought they did,” said Jethro.  “W-why do they wear their best clothes—­why do they wear their best clothes?”

“To honor God,” said Cynthia, with a shade lacking in the conviction, for she added hurriedly:  “It isn’t right for you to go to church to see—­anybody.  You go there to hear the Scriptures expounded, and to have your sins forgiven.  Because I lent you that book, and you come to meeting, people think I’m converting you.”

“So you be,” replied Jethro, and this time it was he who smiled, “so you be.”

Cynthia turned away, her lips pressed together:  How to deal with such a man!  Wondrous notes broke on the stillness, the thrush was singing his hymn again, only now it seemed a paean.  High in the azure a hawk wheeled, and floated.

“Couldn’t you see I was very angry with you?”

“S-saw you was goin’ with Moses Hatch more than common.”

Cynthia drew breath sharply.  This was audacity—­and yet she liked it.

“I am very fond of Moses,” she said quickly.

“You always was charitable, Cynthy,” said he.

“Haven’t I been charitable to you?” she retorted.

“G-guess it has be’n charity,” said Jethro.  He looked down at her solemnly, thoughtfully, no trace of anger in his face, turned, and without another word strode off in the direction of Coniston Flat.

He left a tumultuous Cynthia, amazement and repentance struggling with anger, which forbade her calling him back:  pride in her answering to pride in him, and she rejoicing fiercely that he had pride.  Had he but known it, every step he took away from her that evening was a step in advance, and she gloried in the fact that he did not once look back.  As she walked toward Coniston, the thought came to her that she was rid of the thing she had stirred up, perhaps forever, and the thrush burst into his song once more.

That night, after Cynthia’s candle had gone out, when the minister sat on his doorsteps looking at the glory of the moon on the mountain forest, he was startled by the sight of a figure slowly climbing toward him up the slope.  A second glance told him that it was Jethro’s.  Vaguely troubled, he watched his approach; for good Priest Ware, while able to obey one-half the scriptural injunction, had not the wisdom of the serpent, and women, as typified by Cynthia, were a continual puzzle to him.  That very evening, Moses Hatch had called, had been received with more favor than usual, and suddenly packed off about his business.  Seated in the moonlight, the minister wondered vaguely whether Jethro Bass were troubling the girl.  And now Jethro stood before him, holding out a book.  Rising, Mr. Ware bade him good evening, mildly and cordially.

“C-come to leave this book for Cynthy,” said Jethro.

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