There's a three-reef breeze blowin'off her tongue,day and night.On a Sunday morning,a few weeks after the committee meeting,the Regular church was crowded.John Ellery was to preach his first sermon since the San Jose came ashore.Every member of the congregation was present.Even Mrs.Prince,feeble but garrulous,was there.Gaius Winslow,having delivered his brood of children at the church door,made a special trip in his carryall to fetch the old lady.Captain Zebedee and Mrs.Mayo beamed from their pew.
Dr Parker and his wife smiled at them across the aisle.Didama Rogers's new bonnet was a work of art and her neck threatened to twist itself off as she turned to see each one who came in.
Lavinia Pepper sailed to the front.She was dressed in a new black alpaca which rustled so very much like silk that nearsighted people might have been deceived by it.With her was a man,apparently suffering from strangulation because of the height and tightness of his collar.It's Caleb Pratt,from Sandwich,whispered Didama.
Thankful Payne's relation,you know.Have you heard what folks are sayin'?I guess it's true,because--Look at Kyan!you'd think he was goin'to his own funeral.Abishai's expression was not cheerful,certainly.He followed Mr.
Pratt and his sister to the Pepper pew and subsided sadly in the corner next the wall.Occasionally he was observed to wipe his forehead and once--it was during the prayer--he groaned audibly.
Lavinia's dig in the ribs prevented his repeating the sound,but,judging by his looks,he continued to groan in spirit.
There was a stir at the door.All heads swung in that direction--all but Mr.Pepper's,that is.The minister and Grace were coming up the aisle and behind them came Captain Nat Hammond and Keziah Coffin.Nat was smiling and self-possessed.Never before in his life had he entered the Regular meeting house as a worshiper,but he seemed to be bearing the ordeal bravely.It was Grace's first visit to the church,also,and she was plainly embarrassed.To be stared at by eighty-odd pairs of eyes,and to catch whispered comments from the starers'tongues,is likely to embarrass one.
Yet the comments were all friendly.
I declare!whispered Mrs.Prince,I never see her look so pretty afore.I knew she was the best lookin'girl in this town,but Inever realized she was SUCH a beauty.Well,there's one thing sartin'--we've got the handsomest parson and parson's wife in THIScounty,by about ten mile and four rows of apple trees.And there's the other bride that's goin'to be.I never see Keziah look so well,neither.Keziah did look well.Her parson had emerged triumphant from his battle with disease and adverse fate and was more than ever the idol of his congregation.He was to marry the girl of his choice--and hers.The housekeeper's ears were still ringing with the thanks of John and Grace.Both seemed to feel that to her,Keziah Coffin,more than anyone else,they owed their great joy.Some of the things they said she would never forget.And her own life,too,was freed forever of its burden,the secret which had hung over her for so many years.Only a very few knew that secret,and they would not disclose it.Toward the memory of the man buried in the stranger's lot at the cemetery she felt almost kindly now.
While he lived she had feared and dreaded him,now she was beginning to forgive.For he had paid his debt with his life,and with her,beside her,was the other,the one whom she had loved,had given up,had mourned for,and who was now to be hers always.
No wonder Keziah looked well.She was happy,and happiness is a wondrous beautifier.
The minister went up the stairs to the pulpit.He was still white and thin,but his eyes were bright and his voice clear.He gave out the opening hymn and the service began.
They said it was the finest sermon ever preached in that church,and perhaps it was.When it was over,before the benediction was pronounced,Ellery stepped out from behind the pulpit to the edge of the platform.He looked over the friendly faces upturned to his and,for an instant,it seemed that he could not trust himself to speak.
My friends,he said,I cannot let you go without a personal word.I owe you so much,all of you,that nothing I can say will convey to you my feeling of gratitude and love for this congregation and this church.You have stood by me all through.
You trusted me and believed in me.I came to Trumet a stranger.Ihave found here the truest friends a man could hope to find--yes,and more than friends.If I live,and while I live,I shall hope to prove by the best effort that is in me my realization of the great debt I owe you and my desire to repay it,even though the payment must,of necessity,be so inadequate.God bless you all--and thank you.
Wa'n't it lovely!gushed Didama.And when he said that about true friends he was lookin'straight at Gracie all the time.Didn't seem to me so,declared Gaius Winslow.I thought he was lookin'at Cap'n Hammond.Well,now,that's queer,put in Mrs.Parker,the doctor's wife.
I would have sworn he was looking at Keziah Coffin.Captain Zebedee grinned.I cal'late you're all right,he observed.I wouldn't wonder if he was lookin'at all of 'em.There was much hand shaking and congratulation and the church emptied slowly.Among the last to leave were the Peppers and Mr.
Pratt.Lavinia took the minister aside.
Mr.Ellery,she simpered,I've--that is,Caleb and me--will prob'ly want you to--That is,we want you to be the one--Yes,Miss Pepper?
Oh,my sakes!you see--'Bishy dear,come here a minute,won't you?Kyan approached,the picture of desolation.
What do you want?he asked gruffly.
Heavens to Betsy!Don't look so sour.A body'd think you was goin'to be hung,to look at you.'Bishy,you tell Mr.Ellery all about it,there's a dear.He'll tell you,Mr.Ellery;and remember we count on you.Neither me nor Caleb wont have nobody else.She seized Mr.Pratt by the arm and led him hastily away.Kyan looked after them.
