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at him intently. At certain parts of the accusation Conklinā€™s face became rigid, but he said nothing. A few minutes later, having skirted the orchard, they dismounted at the stable-door.

After he had unsaddled his horse and thrown it some Indian corn, Bancroft hastened to the house; he wanted to be alone. On the stoop he met Loo and said to her hastily:

ā€œI canā€™t talk now, Loo; Iā€™m tired out and half crazy. I must go to my room and rest. After supper Iā€™ll tell you everything. Please donā€™t keep me now.ā€

Supper that evening was a silent meal. The Elder did not speak once; the two young people were absorbed in their own reflections, and Mrs. Conklinā€™s efforts to make talk were effectual only when she turned to Jake. Mrs. Conklin, indeed, was seldom successful in anything she attempted. She was a woman of fifty, or thereabouts, and her face still showed traces of former good looks, but the light had long left her round, dark eyes, and the colour her cheeks, and with years her figure had grown painfully thin. She was one of the numerous class who delight in taking strangers into their confidence. Unappreciated, as a rule, by those who know them, they seek sympathy from polite indifference or curiosity. Before he had been a day in the house Bancroft had heard from Mrs. Conklin all about her early life. Her father had been a large farmer in Amherst County, Massachusetts; her childhood had been comfortable and happy: ā€œWe always kept one hired man right through the winter, and in summer often had eight and ten; and, though you mightnā€™t think it now, I was the belle of all the parties.ā€ Dave (her husband) had come to work for her father, and she had taken a likinā€™ to him, though he was such a ā€œhard case.ā€ She told of Daveā€™s gradual conversion and of the Revivalist Minister, who was an Abolitionist as well, and had proclaimed the duty of emigrating to Kansas to prevent it from becoming a slave state. Dave, it appeared, had taken up the idea zealously, and had persuaded her to go with him. Her story became pathetic in spite of her self-pity as she related the hardships of that settlement in the wilds, and described her loneliness, her shivering terror when her husband was away hauling logs for their first home, and news came that the slave-traders from Missouri had made another raid upon the scattered Abolitionist farmers. The woman had evidently been unfit for such rude transplanting. She dwelt upon the fact that her husband had never understood her feelings. If he had, she wouldnā€™t have minded so much. Marriage was not what girls thought; she had not been happy since she left her fatherā€™s house, and so forth. The lament was based on an unworthy and futile egoism, but her whining timidity appeared to Bancroft inexplicable. He did not see that just as a shrub pales and dies away under the branches of a great tree, so a weak nature is apt to be further enfeebled by association with a strong and self-contained character. In those early days of loneliness and danger the Elderā€™s steadfastness and reticence had prevented him from affording to his wife the sympathy which might have enabled her to overcome her fears. ā€œHe never talked anythinā€™ over with me,ā€ was the burden of her complaint. Solitude had killed every power in her save vanity, and the form her vanity took was peculiarly irritating to her husband, and in a lesser degree to her daughter, for neither the Elder nor Loo would have founded self-esteem on adventitious advantages of upbringing. Accordingly, Mrs. Conklin was never more than an uncomfortable shadow in her own house, and this evening her repeated attempts to bring about a semblance of conversation only made the silence and preoccupation of the others painfully evident.

As soon as the supper things were cleared away, Loo signalled to Bancroft to accompany her to the stoop, where she asked him what had happened.

ā€œI insulted the Elder,ā€ he said, ā€œand I told him I should leave his house as soon as I could.ā€

ā€œYou donā€™t mean that!ā€ she exclaimed. ā€œYou must take that back, George. Iā€™ll speak to pappa; heā€™ll mind me.ā€

ā€œNo,ā€ he replied firmly; ā€œspeaking wonā€™t do any good. Iā€™ve made up my mind. Itā€™s impossible for me to stay here.ā€

ā€œThen you donā€™t care for me. But thatā€™s not so. Say itā€™s not so, George. Say youā€™ll stayā€”and Iā€™ll come down this evening after the old folks have gone to bed, and sit with you. There!ā€

Of course the man yielded to a certain extent, the pleading face upturned to his was too seductive to be denied, but he would not promise more than that he would tell her what had taken place, and consult with her.

Shortly after nine oā€™clock, as usual, Mr. and Mrs. Conklin retired. Half an hour later Bancroft and Loo were seated together in the corner of the back stoop. They sat like lovers, his arm about her waist, while he told his story. She expressed relief; she had feared it would be much worse; he had only to say he didnā€™t mean anythinā€™, and sheā€™d persuade her father to forget and forgive. But the schoolmaster would not consent to that. He had meant and did mean every word, and could take back nothing. And when she appealed to his affection, he could only repeat that heā€™d think it over. ā€œYou know I like you, Loo, but I canā€™t do impossibilities. Itā€™s unfortunate, perhaps, but itā€™s done and canā€™t be undone.ā€ And then, annoyed at being pressed further, he thought they had better go in: it was very cold; sheā€™d catch a chill if she stayed longer, and there was no sense in that. The girl, seeing that her pleading was of no avail, grew angry; his love was good enough to talk about, but it could not be worth much if he denied her so little a thing; it didnā€™t matter, though, sheā€™d get along somehow, she guessedā€” here they were startled by the sound of a door opening. Loo glided quickly round the corner of the stoop, and entered the house. Bancroft following her heard the back door shut, and some one go down the steps. He could not help looking to see who was on foot at such an untimely hour, and to his surprise perceived the Elder in a night-shirt, walking with bare feet towards the stables through the long grass already stiff with frost. Before the white figure had disappeared Bancroft assured himself that Loo had gone up to bed the front way. Curiosity conquering his first impulse, which had been to follow her example, he went after the Elder, without, however, intending to play the spy. When he had passed through the stables and got to the top of the slope overlooking the creek, he caught sight of the Elder twenty yards away at the waterā€™s edge. In mute surprise he watched the old man tie his night-shirt up under his armpits, wade into the ice-cold water, kneel down, and begin what was evidently meant to be a prayer. His first words were conventional, but gradually his earnestness and excitement overcame his sense of the becoming, and he talked of what lay near his heart in disjointed phrases.

ā€œThat young man to-day jesā€™ jumped on me! He told me Iā€™d plagued them cattle half to death, and Iā€™d acted lies and cheated Ramsdell out of three hundred dollars. ā€˜Twas all true. I sā€™pose I did plague the cattle, though Iā€™ve often been as thirsty as they wereā€”after eatinā€™ salt pork and workinā€™ all day in the sun. I didnā€™t think of hurtinā€™ them when I salted the floor. But I did act to deceive Ramsdell, and I reckon I made nigh on three hundred dollars out of the deal. ā€˜Twas wrong. But, O God!ā€ā€”and unconsciously the old manā€™s voice roseā€”ā€œYou know all my life. You know everythinā€™. You know I never lied or cheated any one fer myself. Iā€™ve worked hard and honest fer moreā€™n forty years, and always been poor. I never troubled about it, and I donā€™t now, but fer Loo.

ā€œSheā€™s so pretty and young. Jesā€™ like a flower wants sunshine, she wants pleasure, and when she donā€™t git it, she feels bad. Sheā€™s so young and soft. Now she wants a pile of money and a pianner, and I couldnā€™t git it fer her no other way. I had to cheat.

ā€œO Lord, ef I could kneel down hyar and say I repented with godly repentance fer sin and determination never to sin agen, Iā€™d do it, and ask you to pardon me for Jesusā€™ sake, but I kainā€™t repentā€”I jesā€™ kainā€™t! You see my heart, O God! and you know Iā€™ll go on cheatinā€™ ef thatā€™ll get Loo what she wants. Anā€™ so Iā€™ve come down hyar to say that Loo ainā€™t with me in the cheatinā€™; itā€™s all my sin. I know you punish sin. The stiff-necked sinner ought to be punished. Wall; Iā€™ll take the punishment. Put it right on to meā€”thatā€™s justice. But, O Lord! leave Loo out; she donā€™t know nothinā€™ about it. Thatā€™s why Iā€™ve come down hyar into the water to show Iā€™m willinā€™ to bear what you send. Amen, O Lord God! In Jesusā€™ name, Amen.ā€

And he rose quietly, came out of the creek, wiped his dripping limbs with his hand as well as he could, let down his night-shirt, and prepared to climb the bank. Needless to say, Bancroft had slipped through the stables and reached the house before the Elder could get within sight of him.

When alone in his room the schoolmaster grew a little ashamed of himself. There could be no doubt of the Elderā€™s sincerity, and he had insulted him. The Elder had sacrificed his principles; had done violence to the habits of his life, and shame to his faith and practiceā€”all in order that his daughter might have her ā€œpianner.ā€ The grotesque pronunciation of the word appeared pathetic to Bancroft now; it brought moisture into his eyes. What a fine old fellow Conklin was! Of course he wished to bear the whole burden of his sin and its punishment. It would be easy to go to him on the morrow and beg his pardon. Wrong done as the Elder did it, he felt, was more than right. What a Christian at heart! And what a man!

But the girl who asked for such a sacrificeā€”what was she? All the jealousy, all the humiliation he had suffered on her account, came back to him; she would have her father steal provided she got her piano. How vain she was and self-willed; without any fine moral feeling or proper principle! He would be worse than a fool to give his life to such a woman. If she could drive her fatherā€”and such a fatherā€”to theft, in what wrongdoing might she not involve her husband? He was warned in time; he would not be guilty of such irreparable folly. He would match her selfishness with prudence. Who could blame him? That was what the hard glitter in her eyes betokenedā€”cold selfishness; and he had thought of her as Hebeā€”a Hebe who would give poisoned wine to those who loved her. He was well saved from that.

The old Greek word called her up before him, and the spell of her physical charm stole over his astonished senses like perfumed summer air. Sitting beside her that evening, his arm round her waist, he had felt the soft, full curves of her form, and thinking of it his pulses throbbed. How fair her face was! That appealing air made her irresistible; and even when she was angry, how splendidly handsome! What a pity she should be hard and vulgar! He felt estranged from her, yet still cherished

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