John Ward, Preacher | Page 4

Gifford had some sense! They were
condemned by God and man."
"But, uncle Archie," Helen said, slowly, "if they thought they were
right, you can't say there was a moral wrong?"
"Oh, come, come," said Dr. Howe, with an indignant splutter, "you
don't understand these things my dear,--you're young yet, Helen. They
were wrong through and through; so don't be absurd." Then turning
half apologetically to John Ward, he added, "You'll have to keep this
child's ideas in order; I'm sure she never heard such sentiments from me.
Mr. Ward will think you haven't been well brought up, Helen. Principle?
Twaddle! their pockets were what they thought of. All this talk of
principle is rubbish."
The rector's face was flushed, and he brought his fist down with
emphasis upon the arm of his chair.
"And yet," said John Ward, lifting his thoughtful dark eyes to Dr.
Howe's handsome face, "I have always sympathized with a mistaken
idea of duty, and I am sure that many Southerners felt they were only
doing their duty in fighting for secession and the perpetuation of
slavery."
"I don't agree with you, sir," said Dr. Howe, whose ideas of hospitality
forbade more vigorous speech, but his bushy gray eyebrows were
drawn into a frown.

"I think you are unfair not to admit that," John continued with gentle
persistence, while the rector looked at him in silent astonishment, and
the two young women smiled at each other in the darkness. ("The idea
of contradicting father!" Lois whispered.) "They felt," he went on, "that
they had found authority for slavery in the Bible, so what else could
they do but insist upon it?"
"Nonsense," said Dr. Howe, forgetting himself, "the Bible never taught
any such wicked thing. They believed in states rights, and they wanted
slavery."
"But," John said, "if they did believe the Bible permitted slavery, what
else could they do? Knowing that it is the inspired word of God, and
that every action of life is to be decided by it, they had to fight for an
institution which they believed sacred, even if their own judgment and
inclination did not concede that it was right. If you thought the Bible
taught that slavery was right, what could you do?"
"I never could think anything so absurd," the rector answered, a shade
of contempt in his good-natured voice.
"But if you did," John insisted, "even if you were unable to see that it
was right,--if the Bible taught it, inculcated it?"
Dr. Howe laughed impatiently, and flung the end of his cigar down into
the bushes, where it glowed for a moment like an angry eye. "I--I? Oh,
I'd read some other part of the book," he said. "But I refuse to think
such a crisis possible; you can always find some other meaning in a
text, you know."
"But, uncle Archie," Helen said, "if one did think the Bible taught
something to which one's conscience or one's reason could not assent, it
seems to me there could be only one thing to do,--give up the Bible!"
"Oh, no," said Dr. Howe, "don't be so extreme, Helen. There would be
many things to do; leave the consideration of slavery, or whatever the
supposed wrong was, until you'd mastered all the virtues of the Bible:
time enough to think of an alternative then,--eh, Ward? Well, thank

Heaven, the war's over, or we'd have you a rank copperhead. Come! it's
time to go into the house. I don't want any heavy eyes for to-morrow."
"What a speech for a minister's wife, Helen!" Lois cried, as they rose.
"What would people say if they heard you announce that you 'would
give up the Bible'?"
"I hope no one will ever hear her say anything so foolish," said Dr.
Howe, but John Ward looked at Lois in honest surprise.
"Would it make any difference what people said?" he asked.
"Oh, I wasn't speaking very seriously," Lois answered, laughing, "but
still, one does not like to say anything which is unusual, you know,
about such things. And of course Helen doesn't really mean that she'd
give up the Bible."
"But I do," Helen interrupted, smiling; and she might have said more,
for she could not see John's troubled look in the darkness, but Gifford
Woodhouse came down the path to meet them and give Miss Ruth's
message.
"Just in time, young man," said the rector, as Gifford silently took some
of John's burden of shawls and cushions, and turned and walked beside
him. "Here's Helen giving Ward an awful idea of her orthodoxy; come
and vouch for the teaching you get at St. Michael's."
Gifford laughed. "What is orthodoxy, doctor?" he said. "I'm sure I don't
know!"
"'The hungry sheep look up and are not fed,'" quoted the rector in a
burlesque