"The children!"cried John Mayrant."Why,it's for their sake deserted women abstain from divorce!""Juliet would see deeper than such mothers.She could not have her little sons and daughters grow up and comprehend their father's absences,and see their mother's submission to his returns for such discovery would scorch the marrow of any hearts they had."At this,as we came out of the Library,he made an astonishing rejoinder,and one which I cannot in the least account for:"South Carolina does not allow divorce.""Then I should think,"I said to him,"that all you people here would be doubly careful as to what manner of husbands and wives you chose for yourselves."Such a remark was sailing,you may say,almost within three points of the wind;and his own accidental allusion to Romeo had brought it about with an aptness and a celerity which were better for my purpose than anything I had privately developed from the text of Bottom and Titania;none the less,however,did I intend to press into my service that fond couple also as basis for a moral,in spite of the sharp turn which those last words of mine now caused him at once to give to our conversation.His quick reversion to the beginning of the talk seemed like a dodging of remarks that hit too near home for him to relish hearing pursued.
"Well,sir,"he resumed with the same initial briskness,"I was ashamed if you were not.""I still don't make out what impropriety we have jointly committed.""What do you think of the views you expressed about our country?""Oh!When we sat on the gravestones."
"What do you think about it to-day?"
I turned to him as we slowly walked toward Worship Street."Did you say anything then that you would take back now?"He pondered,wrinkling his forehead."Well,but all the same,didn't we give the present hour a pretty black eye?""The present hour deserves a black eye,and two of them!"He surveyed me squarely."I believe you're a pessimist!""That is the first trashy thing I've heard you say.""Thank you!At least admit you're scarcely an optimist.""Optimist!Pessimist!Why,you're talking just like a newspaper!"He laughed."Oh,don't compare a gentleman to a newspaper.""Then keep your vocabulary clean of bargain-counter words.A while ago the journalists had a furious run upon the adjective 'un-American.'
Anybody or anything that displeased them was 'un-American.'They ran it into the ground,and in its place they have lately set up 'pessimist,'
which certainly has a threatening appearance.They don't know its meaning,and in their mouths it merely signifies that what a man says snakes them feel personally uncomfortable.The word has become a dusty rag of slang.The arrested burglar very likely calls the policeman a pessimist;and,speaking reverently and with no intention to shock you,the scribes and Pharisees would undoubtedly have called Christ a pessimist when He called them hypocrites,had they been acquainted with the word."Once more my remarks drew from the boy an unexpected rejoinder.We had turned into Worship Street,and,as we passed the churchyard,he stopped and laid his hand upon the railing of the pate.
"You don't shock me,"he said;and then:"But you would shock my aunts."He paused,gazing into the churchyard,before he continued more slowly:
"And so should I--if they knew it--shock them.""If they knew what?"I asked.
His hand indicated a sculptured crucifix near by.
"Do you believe everything still?"he answered."Can you?"As he looked at me,I suppose that he read negation in my eyes.
"No more can I,"he murmured.Again he looked in among the tombstones and flowers,where the old custodian saw us and took off his hat."Howdy,Daddy Ben!"John Mayrant returned pleasantly,and then resuming to me:
"No more can I believe everything."Then he gave a brief,comical laugh.
"And I hope my aunts won't find that out!They would think me gone to perdition indeed.But I always go to church here"(he pointed to the quiet building,which,for all its modest size and simplicity,had a stately and inexpressible charm),"because I like to kneel where my mother said her prayers,you know."He flushed a little over this confidence into which he had fallen,but he continued:"I like the words of the service,too,and I don't ask myself over-curiously what I do believe;but there's a permanent something within us--a Greater Self--don't you think?"
"A permanent something,"I assented,"which has created all the religions all over the earth from the beginning,and of which Christianity itself is merely one of the present temples."He made an exclamation at my word "present."
"Do you think anything in this world is final?"I asked him.
"But--"he began,somewhat at a loss.
"Haven't you found out yet that human nature is the one indestructible reality that we know?""But--"he began again.
"Don't we have the 'latest thing'all the time,and never the ultimate thing,never,never?The latest thing in women's hats is that huge-brimmed affair with the veil as voluminous as a double-bed mosquito netting.That hat will look improbable next spring.The latest thing in science is radium.Radium has exploded the conservation of energy theory--turned it into a last year's hat.Answer me,if Christianity is the same as when it wore among its savage ornaments a devil with horns and a flaming Hell!Forever and forever the human race reaches out its hand and shapes some system,some creed,some government,and declares:'This is at length the final thing,the cure-all,'and lo and behold,something flowing and eternal in the race itself presently splits the creed and the government to pieces!Truth is a very marvelous thing.We feel it;it can fill our eyes with tears,our hearts with joy,it can make us die for it;but once our human lips attempt to formulate and thus imprison it,it becomes a lie.You cannot shut truth up in any words.""But it shall prevail!"the boy exclaimed with a sort of passion.
"Everything prevails,"I answered him.
