Dominie Dean: A Novel. Butler Ellis Parker
were reported better at home; so she came back, bringing the child. She returned to find the church in the throes of one of those violent quarrels that come with all the violence and suddenness of a tropical storm. Her short absence threatened to result in David’s expulsion from the church.
On the last Saturday of June old Sam Wiggett sat at the black mahogany desk in his office studying the columns of a New York commercial journal – it was the year when the lumber situation induced him to let who wished think him a fool and to make his first big purchase of Wisconsin timberlands – when his daughter, Mary Derling, entered. She came sweeping into the office dressed in all the fuss and furbelow of the fashionable young matron of that day, and with her was her cousin, Ellen Hardcome. Sam Wiggett turned.
“Huh! what are you down here for!” he asked. He was never pleased when interrupted at his office. “Where’s the baby!”
“I left him with nurse in the carriage,” said Mary. “Can’t you say good-day to Ellen, father!”
“How are you!” said Mr. Wiggett briefly. Mrs. Hardcome acknowledged the greeting and waited for Mary to proceed.
“Well, father,” said Mary, “this thing simply cannot go on any longer. Something will have to be done. This quarrel is absolutely breaking up the church.”
“Huh!” growled Mr. Wiggett. “What’s happening now!”
“David is going to preach to-morrow,” said Mary dropping into a vacant chair and motioning Ellen to be seated. “After all the trouble we took to get Dr. Hotchkiss to come from Derling-port, and after the ladies offering to pay for a vacation for David out of the fund – ”
“What!” shouted Wiggett, striking the desk a mighty blow with his fist. “Didn’t I tell you you women have no right to use that fund for any such nonsense! That’s money raised to pay on the mortgage. You’ve no right to spend it for vacations for your star-gazing, whipper-snapper preacher. No! Nor for anything else!”
“But, father!” Mary insisted.
“I don’t care anything about your ‘but, father.’ That’s mortgage money. You women ought to have turned it over to the bank long ago. You have no right to keep it. Pay for a vacation! You act like a lot of babies!”
“Father – ”
“Pay for a vacation! Much he needs a vacation! Strong as an ox and healthy as a bull; doesn’t have anything to do the whole year ‘round but potter around town and preach a couple of sermons. It’s you women get these notions into your preachers’ heads. You turn them into a lot of babies.”
“Father, will you let me say one word before you quite tear me to pieces! A great many people in our church like David Dean. It is all right to bark ‘Woof! woof! Throw him out neck and crop!’ but you know as well as I do that would split the church.”
“Well, let it split! If we can’t have peace – ”
“Exactly, father!” Mary said quietly. “If we cannot have peace in the church it will be better for David Dean to go elsewhere, but before that happens – for I think many of our people would leave our church if David goes – shouldn’t we do all we can to bring peace? Ellen agrees with me.”
“In a measure I do; yes,” said Ellen Hard-come.
“Ellen and Mr. Hardcome,” Mary continued, “are willing to promise to do nothing immediately if David will go away for a month or two. If we can send him away for a couple of months until some of the bitterest feeling dies everything may be all right. We women will be glad enough to make up and pay back anything we have to borrow from the fund. I think, father, if you spoke to David he might go.”
“Better get rid of him now,” Wiggett growled. Ellen Hardcome smiled. This was what she wanted. Mary looked at the heavy-faced old dictator. She knew her father well enough to feel the hopelessness of her mission. Old Wiggett had never forgiven David for marrying ‘Thusia instead of Mary, and because he would a thousand times have preferred David to Derling as a son-in-law he hated David the more.
“It isn’t only that David would go, father,” Mary said. “If he is sent away we will lose the Hodges and the Martins and the Ollendorfs and old Peter Grimby. I don’t mind those old maid Curlews going, or people like the Hansoms or the Browns, but you know what the Hodges and old Peter Grimby do for the church every year. We thought that if you could get David to take a vacation, explaining to him that it would be a good thing to let everything quiet down – ”
Old Sam Wiggett chuckled.
“Who thought! Ellen never thought of that,” he said.
“I thought of it,” said Mary.
“And he won’t go!” chuckled Wiggett. “I give him credit – he’s a fighter. You women have stirred up the fight in him. I told you to shut up and keep out of this, didn’t I! Why – that Dean has more sense than all of you. You must have thought he was a fool, asking him to go on a vacation while Ellen and all stayed here to stir things up against him. He has brains and that wife of his has spunk – do you know what she told me when I met her on the street this morning!”
Mary did not ask him.
“Told me I wasn’t fit to clean her husband’s shoes!” said Wiggett.
“I hope – ” said Mary.
“Well, you needn’t, because I didn’t,” said her father. “I didn’t say anything. Turned my back on her and walked away.”
“And I suppose you haven’t heard the latest thing she has said!” said Ellen Hardcome bitterly. “She says I have no voice, and that I would not be in the choir if my husband did not have charge of the music.”
“Said that, did she!” chuckled Wiggett.
“She said my upper register was squeaky, if you please!”
‘Thusia had indeed said this. She had said it years before and to a certain Miss Carrol who was then her friend. What Miss Carrol had said about the same voice, she being in the choir with Mrs. Hardcome, does not matter. Miss Carrol had not thought it necessary to tell that to Ellen. With the taking of sides in the present church quarrel all those who were against David racked their brains to recall things ‘Thusia had said that could be used to set anyone against the dominie. There were plenty of such harmless, little confidences to recall. ‘Thusia, during her first married years – and for long after – was still ‘Thusia; she tingled with life and she loved companionship and liked to talk and listen. Every woman expresses her harmless opinions to her friends, but it is easy for the friend, when she becomes an enemy and wishes for recruits, to use this contraband ammunition. It is a woman’s privilege, it seems. The women who, like Rose Hinch, and certain women you know, are accepted by men on an equality of friendship, make the least use of it, for even among children there is no term of opprobrium worse than “tattletale.” It was but natural for yellow-visaged Miss Connerton, for instance, who had once said to ‘Thusia, “Don’t you get tired of Mrs. Hallmeyer’s eternal purple dresses,” and who had accepted ‘Thusia’s “Yes” as a confidential expression of opinion as between one woman and another, to run to Mrs. Hall-meyer, when everyone was against ‘Thusia, and say: “And I suppose you know what she said about you, Mrs. Hallmeyer? That she simply got tired to death of seeing your eternal purple dresses!”
David was fighting for his life, for his life was his work in Riverbank. He was not making the fight alone. Seven or more years of faithful service had won him staunch friends who were glad to fight for him, but the miserable feature of a church quarrel is that – win or lose – the minister must suffer. The two months of the quarrel were the unhappiest of his life, and David made the fight, not because he hoped to remain in Riverbank after it was ended, but because he felt it his duty to stand by what he believed was right, until he should be plainly and actually told to go. The majority of his people, he felt, were with him, but that would make little difference in the final outcome. Although he tried in every way to lessen the bitterness of the quarrel, so that his triumph, if he won, might be the less offensive, he knew his triumph could mean but one thing. A body, nearly half the church, would