A Modern Idyll | Page 3

dignity--dignity is the word--than anything he wrote. And
to think of its bringing me this! Ten thousand dollars a year and the
second church in Chicago, while here they think me well paid with five.
Chicago! I must accept it at once. Who knows, perhaps I shall get to
New York yet, and move as many thousands as here I move hundreds.
No! not I. I do not move them. I am weak and sinful. It is the Holy

Spirit, and the power of His grace. O Lord, I am thankful to Thee who
hast been good to me unworthy!" A pang of fear shot through him:
"Perhaps He sends this to win me away from Belle." His fancy called
her up before him as she had lain on the sofa. Again he saw the bright
malicious glances and the red lips, the full white throat, and the slim
roundness of her figure. He bowed his head upon his hands and
groaned. "O Lord, help me! I know not what to do. Help me, O Lord!"
As if prompted by a sudden inspiration, he started to his feet. "Now she
must answer! Now what will she say? Here is the call. Ten thousand
dollars a year! What will she say to that?"
He spoke aloud in his excitement, all that was masculine in him
glowing with the sense of hard-won mastery over the tantalizing
evasiveness of the woman.
On leaving his house he folded up the letter, thrust it into the
breast-pocket of his frock-coat, and strode rapidly up the hill towards
Mrs. Hooper's. At first he did not even think of her last words, but
when he had gone up and down the first hill and was beginning to
climb the second they suddenly came back to him. He did not want to
meet her husband--least of all now. He paused. What should he do?
Should he wait till to-morrow? No, that was out of the question; he
couldn't wait. He must know what answer to send to the call. If Deacon
Hooper happened to be at home he would talk to him about the door of
the vestry, which would not shut properly. If the Deacon was not there,
he would see her and force a confession from her....
While the shuttle of his thought flew thus to and fro, he did not at all
realize that he was taking for granted what he had refused to believe
half an hour before. He felt certain now that Deacon Hooper would not
be in, and that Mrs. Hooper had got rid of him on purpose to avoid his
importunate love-making. When he reached the house and rang the bell
his first question was:
"Is the Deacon at home?"
"No, sah."

"Is Mrs. Hooper in?"
"Yes, sah."
"Please tell her I should like to see her for a moment. I will not keep
her long. Say it's very important."
"Yes, Massa, I bring her shuah," said the negress with a good-natured
grin, opening the door of the drawing-room.
In a minute or two Mrs. Hooper came into the room looking as cool
and fresh as if "pies" were baked in ice.
"Good day, again Mr. Letgood. Won't you take a chair?"
He seemed to feel the implied reproach, for without noticing her
invitation to sit down he came to the point at once. Plunging his hand
into his pocket, he handed her the letter from Chicago.
She took it with the quick interest of curiosity, but as she read, the
colour deepened in her cheeks, and before she had finished it she broke
out, "Ten thousand dollars a year!"
As she gave the letter back she did not raise her eyes, but said musingly:
"That is a call indeed..." Staring straight before her she added: "How
strange it should come to-day! Of course you'll accept it."
A moment, and she darted the question at him:
"Does she know? Have you told Miss Williams yet? But there, I
suppose you have!" After another pause, she went on:
"What a shame to take you away just when we had all got to know and
like you! I suppose we shall have some old fogey now who will preach
against dancin' an' spellin'-bees an' surprise-parties. And, of course, he
won't like me, or come here an' call as often as you do--makin' the other
girls jealous. I shall hate the change!" And in her innocent excitement
she slowly lifted her brown eyes to his.

"You know you're talking nonsense, Belle," he replied, with grave
earnestness. "I've come for your answer. If you wish me to stay, if you
really care for me, I shall refuse this offer."
"You don't tell!" she exclaimed. "Refuse ten thousand dollars a year
and a church in Chicago to stay here