A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES VICTORIOUS DEFEAT Hoinonce BY WOLCOTT BALESTIER ILLUSTRATED NEW YORK HARPER & BROTHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE 1886 Copyright, 1885, by WOLCOTT BALESTIER. All rights reserved. ILLUSTRATIONS. "'One of our ordinances forbids the marriage of a members of the society with a stranger; another, clandestine be- 1 Frontispiece trolkals"' j PAGE " ' Conrad, you mean more /' " faces 92 "For a motnent she stood quite still, in sad musing' 1 '' ... " 114 " March -waited a weary time" " 136 " Mr, Keator stood, with his head bared, gazing at a cloud of dust" " 158 " Kneeling before his chair, the harassed minister prayed fer vently for strength' 1 '' " 242 " The old watchman faced slowly by them, crying, as he bade them a merry Christmas: 'Hear, brethren, hear! The hour of nine is come ! Keep pure each heart, and chasten every home!' 1 '''' " 252 " The minister crouched forward, alone with his conscience and his God " " 336 2062167 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. CHAPTER I. IN the uncertain glory of a failing April day, Owen March stood before a door in the village of Judea, and let fall its knocker. His imagination, which went for ward with a vague interest, as he rapped, to meet those with whom the opening of the door would make him acquainted, stood still with a mild shock when no foot steps answered his summons. But he lifted the reclin ing lamb again quite patiently, and waited once more for a response. As it did not come, he let his eyes wan der down the street up which he had just come. It was a thoroughfare full of entertainment for one who saw it for the first time. March regarded it attentively for some minutes, during which he once more caused the little brass figure to make gentle inquiry of the dilatoriness of the house's inmates. When this knock also proved fruitless, he turned his glance toward the garden, endeavoring to bask beneath him in the stingy sunlight. As he looked, he was aware that the solitude was abruptly peopled. A young girl emerged from an arbor which he could see among the bare shrubs sur- 4 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. rounding it in the midst of the enclosure. He had time to observe her as she came, for she often stooped to pluck some early spring flower, and did not perceive him. She was compactly and rather largely framed. Her face, as it showed itself to him, in unconscious re- pose, was possessed by a certain dignity and serious ness, touched with a curious grace. Its lines were strikingly regular; in her fair full checks a faint color showed. The pensive calm that March felt in her ex pression may have been partly the result of her un usual dress, for her hair was entirely concealed beneath a close-fitting white coif, a stainless neckerchief was crossed upon her breast, and she was perfectly simply attired in a gown of bluish gray. This dress, which touches the most indifferent form with a neutral shadow of beauty, illumined this girl with a singular fairness. March at once guessed that it was the Moravian costume, but if the figure moving toward him was, as he sup posed, Dr. Van Cleef's daughter, he was surprised to see her in this attire. He would not have known to what to refer his impression that he should find this young lady, of whom he had heard so much, habited in altogether the worldly way ; probably, however, it had been merely an inference from the ample suggestions which his cousin, Frederick Lincoln, had let fall touch ing her character. March had the sense of tearing up a foolish mental photograph as she came nearer. The original was hopelessly different, but it was not a dis appointing difference. When she bent scarcely a dozen feet from him to pull away the leaves matted upon a bed of crocuses, still not observing him, he experienced a humorous feeling of more absolute neglect than the silence of the house had given him. But in a moment A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 5 she raised her clear, serene eyes, and encountered his waiting smile. Her color deepened for an inappreciable moment, and she halted suddenly, with the damp leaves in her hand. She was quite tall, but all her motions were graceful. The little gesture with which she held the leaves away from her seemed to him indescribably pretty. " My father is visiting a patient at a distance, if you wished to see him," she said, after a moment. " But he will be back soon. I hope you have not been kept waiting long." " I've done very well," answered March, glancing down at her where she stood in the garden at a little distance from the high stoop. "It is very good of you to live in so interesting a village, Miss Van Clcef." O O " She looked up with a fresh light in her sensitive eyes. They seemed to be groping for a clew to the easy con fidence of the young stranger before her. As she glanced at him with keen, quiet regard, a sudden thought appeared to pass through her mind, for she dropped the leaves and moved quickly toward him. But March had already said, " You are going to tell me that I have the advantage of you. I don't mean to keep it, however. I am " "Pardon me," she interrupted ; "I am very stupid. I think I need not trouble you to tell me. You are She paused. "Are you not ? Perhaps I venture. It may not be " She hesitated again, and seemed to be ploughing up her memories. March stood on the porch above, smilingly awaiting her conclusion, and she glanced up at him with inter rogative archness, as she said, " Yet it must be," with a firmness which decided nothing. "No; I'll not vent- 6 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. urc it." She gave a little, laughing sigh, looking in study at the foot with which she corrected a wandering crocus bloom. "But you guess rightly." " Ah, how can you say ? You might be a dozen dif ferent persons." " I don't know," answered March, with enjoyment. " Do you think I am ? " " I know a thousand persons who you are not," she urged, with a conscious pleasure in the repartee. Was this bright illogic issuing from a young woman arrayed in plain gray and wearing a nun-like cap ? March asked himself. " There are unquestionably billions, if w r e may believe the census," he returned. "The thought overwhelms one with a sense of insig nificance. I hesitate to introduce so small a unit : it seems a little like the presumption of coming forward with a minority report." " Pray do, sir !" she said with a sudden withdrawing, born of the saving apprehension that she might indeed be as mistaken as she seemed to fear. " Must I abet your doubts ? I am Owen March. Miss Van Cleef, and I am the bearer of a letter to your father." "From Lady Amprey ? Then I was right. We are very glad to see you, Mr. March. Your credentials have preceded you. Lady Amprey wrote us, and we have been looking for your coming." She ended with a frank smile and put forth her hand, an amicable token, which March hastened to accept by descending the steps and placing himself beside her. " I ought to invite you into the house, I suppose, Mr. March ; but I credit you with a preference for this A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT, 7 pleasant air. Perhaps you don't think it pleasant, but it is at least for us. The sun is not a perfectly amiable body with us, but it has its humane impulses, and this is the result of one of them." She spoke of the chagrin which her father would feel that he should be absent at the time of his arrival, and then, as they strolled into one of the errant and unrelated paths, " Lady Amprey seemed very sweet," she exclaimed, " when she came to visit us in New York. I was quite young, and she was different yes. But she had real charm, I am sure. She was very gentle, and courteous and fine," she mused, with a sigh, which was not envious, but which March thought might be called emulative. "Lady Amprey is extremely agreeable," he said, aloud. " I trust you will not think her less so when you find to what she has exposed you." " Yourself ? " inquired Constance, with a mysterious smile. " Ah, we shall see ! " March's amiable opinion of Lady Amprey was of old standing. It was not due to the shooting which she had been able to offer him when he spent his Eton and his Oxford vacations with her ; but the shooting was very good. His regard for her was entirely the prod uct of her own admirable qualities. She was a widow and she was forty; but she had the vivacity of youth. Her attitude toward him was that of a sprightly young aunt. She was in fact a cousin of high attenuation to some people who were cousins of his. Her relation ship with Dr. Van Cleef was upon the other side, and did not connect him with March in the remotest de gree. But when she found that he was going to America, and especially that he was likely to visit Dr. 8 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. Van Clcef upon some particularly disagreeable busi ness, she made haste to give him a letter to her rela tive. March had left England rather suddenly, or he would have bidden farewell to Lady Amprey in per son. As it was he had written her upon the eve of his departure, telling her that lie had been asked to go out to explore the promising colonies recently forfeited by His Majesty for a certain company of young men of his acquaintance who had been led to think of immi grating to them. They were very good fellows, with very small fortunes he said, and he intimated that he might join them if he found the prospect favorable. Lady Amprey was not surprised. Those who reasoned only from a knowledge of Owen March's position were amazed ; but Lady Amprey had known him, since his father, Sir John, had sent him as a boy from one of the West Indies, of which he was Governor, to Eton ; and she had perceived long ago that his aims and theories were as far as possible from those common at the time to the second sons of baronets. She was aware that he kept a particularly warm place in his heart for Amer ica, and she had admonished Sir John early in her ac quaintance with his son that he would some day make an American of himself. She added that it was rea sonable to expect something of the sort, for one's mother was not a native of the colonies for nothing. This mild pleasantry was intended for Sir John, who in marrying an American girl with whom he became acquainted in one of his numerous voyages to the United States, had done an undeniably peculiar thing. It was a very successful and charming marriage, as was admitted on all sides when the county families, on the return of the pair to England, called upon the high- A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 9 bred woman whom Sir John had made his wife, and saw the two together ; but this was easily accounted for when it was remembered that in fact her father had been born in England, and of an irreproachable family. She was apparently American enough, however, to be stow upon her son some strikingly un-English tenden cies, and these had exhibited themselves so clearly to Lucy Amprey, while he was still in his teens, that she was prepared for almost anything which he might do. This plan of colonization was quite in the direction of her previsions, and by so much grateful to her pro phetic soul. But the satisfaction of being able to say, " I told you so," which at its best Avas adulterated with regret for his departure, was almost entirely alloy when she came to the postscript of his letter. " I have been offered," he wrote, " at the last moment, quite without warning, the position of correspondent of the Republic in America. It is, you know, the single newspaper champion of the United States on this side, and you can understand that I shall be glad to say my say in it. Over here we don't understand the people who have grown away from us across the water. I say we, hop ing that my fancies about them may be sufficiently justified when I reach there to say You ; but I am at least anxious to comprehend and know them which comes nearer explaining the Republic's choice of me than anything else perhaps. But it doesn't explain it. I have a suspicion that you are unconsciously the ex planation. You know how you have been accustomed to repeat my mutterings against the corn-laws, and some other things which are making our dear England an undesirable place of residence, as a kind of joke. Perhaps the editor of the Republic has taken them seri- io A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. ously ; though it is hard to fancy how a man whom the Government prefers should usually read his seditious journal behind prison bars can be in the way of hear ing Lady Amprey's gossip. " I imagine that, in fact, he fixed upon me in despera tion, because he could not at the moment get out of his prison to find any one else. The position is at present held by a doctor in Judea, a Moravian settlement in Pennsylvania Dr. Van Cleef a young man, I suppose, who finds that a growing practice leaves little time for musing on paper. Well, / shall have time ; for, after leaving New York, where my mother's people are, I shan't know a soul in the country, and, with the best intentions, I can hardly do much exploring for my in tending colonists in the long evenings. Somehow I fancy the evenings will be very long over there." Lady Amprey's feelings upon perusing this would not have been guessed by a reader of the letter of introduc tion to her kinsman which she immediately wrote and dispatched to March. She was entirely silent as to the position and the appointment, devoting herself consci entiously to the praise of March. But her sentiments were made plain in the enclosure to the young man himself. "It is very nice of them to appoint you," she wrote, after a very sparing use of her right to impute to her self the art of divination, upon his fulfilment of her prophecy, " but your young doctor chances to be a man of nearly seventy, and my cousin. Since it must be some one, it may altogether best be you, but I could w r ish you were to displace a younger and less charming man. You will say that I am prejudiced by kinship. But Dr. Van Cleef is at least my tenth cousin, if there is A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. n such a thing ; and, if it were true, you ought to be the last man to complain of my sense of the ties of consan guinity. He is such a fine old gentleman as I fancy you will scarcely believe they make across the water ; and he has an interesting daughter. Be careful that you don't fall in love with her. It's true I saw her several years ago, and there is no telling what she may have blossomed into. But it can't be anything disa greeable. I've seldom met any one who seemed to understand herself better. She knows precisely whither she is going. Pray see to it that you do ! " I repeat, they are charming people for Americans, extraordinarily so. My distant cousinship the mother's branch, of course was a license to perfect openness, and in the course of my visit, which I assure you \vas not brief, I should have discovered any ugly little angles, if they had any. But they haven't. "Adieu, my dear boy ; I envy you the prospect of see ing people without angles. So many on my calling list are constantly tempting me to murmur, ' The square of the hypotenuse of a right angled triangle is equal to the ium of the squares of the other two sides.' Is that it ? "Sincerely, LUCY AMPREY." Lady Amprey's light-hearted plaint reached March just before he set sail, and there was no time to assure her that of course he should not displace her kinsman. There was not even so much time as would have ena bled him to inform the Republic of his determination. But when, six weeks later, he reached New York, he put both Lady Amprey and the imprisoned editor of the Republic into possession of his intentions. The voy age, whose leisure had given opportunity for a great 12 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. deal of reflection, had left him with many hours which he could only devote to a most active regret for the impulse which had led him to accept a post which was unquestionably very dear to an old man. He read this between the lines of Lady Amprey's letter, and his only wish was that he had read it between the lines of the proposal of the Republic's editor. He was quite conscious that he \vas surrendering an opportunity one which meant more perhaps to a young man of his aims and ideas than it would have meant to almost any one else but to give it up was immensely less costly than to keep it. It was not at all a matter of philanthropy, or of sentimental kindness ; nor had it anything in common with the unlicensed ben evolence which is generous a great many times a week for the sake of seeing itself in the act. He simply could not do it ; and having yielded his chance he spent no mourning upon it. March had long ago investigated himself, had taken account of life, and the outlook had instructed him that the reasonable thing was to be happy. He had many letters to write on his arrival in New York besides those already named. In his capacity of spyer-out of this land of promise, he w r as, of course, obliged to render an early account of his impressions of its chief city ; and outside the little company whose agent he was, several of his friends (sons of noblemen in all degrees after the first), who entertained a curi osity about America, had asked him to send them his earliest ideas regarding it, as if they were commission ing him to dispatch a buffalo robe by return packet. The only letter which he wrote for his own satisfaction was to his father. To him March felt that he owed an especial debt, beyond that larger obligation which he A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 13 had always eagerly recognized, for the extreme reason ableness of his attitude upon the question of this American tour. He was sensible that his republican theories, however mild they might appear to himself, who had the advantage of knowing how much more radical they once had been, must seem to plough dan gerously deep to his dear father's delightfully confident Toryism. He felt that an English baronet may fairly have his feelings upon his second son's announcement of his belief that the United States exemplifies the most excellent form of government in the world ; and he was sincerely obliged to him that he had not attempted to pare his squareness down to roundness, or in any other way, except, as Sir John said, " by giving him his head," to change his tendencies. March knew that his private word to himself had been that if one's son could not do as one desired, it was the next lower point of felicity to Avish what one's son desired, and this was so admirably fair and generous that March had several times almost resolved to give up the voyage and his plans as a sacrifice to such moderation. But it had ended in his going ; and he was now writing his father some of the things which he had found difficult to say, in praise of his kindness. His departure had indeed caused both his father and mother real distress, not so much from dislike of the journey itself, as from dread of its consequences. If it should result in his permanent residence in the country his mother's stout patriotism gave her no com fort in the prospect, and to his father's royal ism it was an inexpressibly painful contingency. It would have been simply shocking to both of them if they had not, as it were, dwelt with the possibility for several 14 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. years before it came so near. March's wishes were obvious enough when he returned from Heidelberg ; but he had not pressed them. He had been content to look about him and measure the world and himself for a time ; for he had become imbued in Germany with a certain disrespect for the opinions of the moment, since he was constantly finding them in his young man's state of flux, discredited by the light which he got from the next. His feelings about America had certainly passed through more than one stage within his memory. As a boy, before he left the West Indies where he had been born, he had been much attracted to the country of his mother. The nation then trembling out of its swad dling clothes a few hundred miles from him, was unde^ niably full of interest to the onlooker. That onlooker being a thoughtful and imaginative boy, with an early exhibited taste for the problems of government, it is intelligible that a comparatively faint zephyr should blow the latent Americanism in his blood into an obsti nate blaze. This atmospheric impulse was furnished him in unnecessary vigor, when, after a season spent at Eton, and a longer one at Oxford, he opened his mind to the subtleties of German thinking at Heidel berg. It was, to speak accurately, not a direct impulse Avhich was imparted to him ; there were certain limit ations touching the inculcation of republicanism in German universities at this time. But the tone of the place was distinctly liberal ; a breeze of truth seemed always to be blowing through its halls, expel ling cobwebs and rending fallacies ; and the doors of one's intelligence must have been barred with much care to have avoided the message. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 15 March, whose openness was as the openness of the honeycomb, found himself peculiarly susceptible to the influence of this missionary and informing breeze. The study of Political Science, then struggling toward its own, gave the special impetus which was lacking to his feelings, and made him presently a brilliantly red repub lican. In the further time that he spent at Heidelberg his ideas were naturally modified by much the same san ative power which had equipped him with his theories, and he returned to England and took up his residence with his father, who had laid aside the glories of the gubernatorial function, a very hearty republican, in deed, but one of a much less inflamed type than he had once liked to believe himself. This pale form of faith, however, took on, it may be believed, a sufficiently high color, to his father's alarm, and during the three years that intervened between his return to England and his departure from it, his opin ions gave the baronet considerable anxiety. He held, in the ceurse of this time, many memorable conversa tions with his son. Owen pretended no more rever ence than he felt for the laws and institutions of his country, which made possible the general distress, and the threatening bubblings of that political pot which at the time came so near boiling over. But he tried to treat his father's prejudices tenderly, and always en deavored to put his revolutionary sentiments as gently as possible. "Ah, father! " cried he, as they came into the house one day after one of the walks during which these col loquies usually went on, "you don't know what a mild radical I am. Pray, don't think me a Reign of Terror man, and that sort of thing. I've not the ghost of a 1 6 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. wish to subvert society; I find it much too charming an institution. And in a general division of property, I don't see how I should come out any better off. There arc worse things, perhaps, than being the young er son of a gentleman who has the fortune to own such a park as that" he indicated the beautiful expanse of turf before them as they paused on the steps " cer tainly when that gentleman has the uncommon goodness to be Sir John March. What do you think, father ? " laughed the young republican, as he took the old man by both his shoulders, and forced him to give back his smile. The father's glance dwelt admiringly on his son's stahvart form. " I think you arc a much better son than royalist, my dear boy." Once, when March had been speaking of the unwis dom of a form of government " under which the poor are without a vote, and in the best circumstances can hardly own the soil, which they improve for others from year to year," Sir John rejoined: "There is something in what you say. I have often thought that matters might be improved. But I don't go quite so far. I don't know whether one of the results of your obser vation may have been that I am myself one of the 'others,' as you call them. What if I say that I weakly prefer to be one of them ? " " I should say that I trust you will not live to see anything that you would not like, dear father ! " It has been said that Lady March, as well as her hus band, had in a manner lived for some time with the pos sibility of exactly the event which had now occurred ; but she had, of course, held no such talks as Sir John with Owen, and when her son's intention was first an- A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 17 nounced to her, the philosophy with which she had tried to fortify herself in advance resolved itself simply into tears. She wondered why she had not long ago perceived how certain it was ; but it was, perhaps, best that she had not known, for surely only those malevo lent spirits who hope one day to rule the world by some such code as prevails in Old Ladies' Homes can wish to make a mother's ideas of her son include the. ob vious. When Lady March had conquered the bit of weak ness with which she had met the first intelligence of her son's deplorable plan, she accepted it with a kind of equanimity. After all, she told herself, she was glad to have Owen visit her native land, if it did not end in his remaining there ; and she was soon going about with a fair counterfeit of cheerfulness, and setting her self to smooth her son's path among her countrymen, as far as letters of introduction, and the like kindly docu ments, could accomplish that end. To March, the most fruitful of these amiable papers was that which made him known to his cousin, Fred erick Lincoln, and his agreeable mother, Lady March's sister. They lived in one of the most perfect products of the colonial idea in architecture which March found in New York. The house was generously made, and full of a dignity and simplicity of its own. Through its long windows it looked upon the Battery and the beautiful prospect beyond, and in the autumn days March often sat upon the balcony, with his aunt and her daughters for Lincoln had several sisters and watched the concourse of courtly men beneath them, who, having accomplished the deliberate business of the day in Wall and South, in Pine and Cedar Streets, i8 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. and Maiden Lane, joined their wives and daughters in walking in the green park. The movement up town had begun, and had carried fashion as far as Park Place ; but Mrs. Schuyler Lincoln was one of the in heritors of the sagacious tradition that a house facing the Batter)', the still uncheapened bay, and the noble outlook beyond, was the great privilege. The two young men had met as boys on the island, under the mild rule of March's father ; and Lincoln pretended to remember March as an uncommonly dis agreeable child. This fortunately did not prevent him from being very agreeable to his cousin, and March in a short time said to himself that his cousin was an al together charming companion. As he knew every one, he was acquainted, March presently found, with the Van Cleefs, and was surprised to know that his cousin had a like pleasure in prospect. "I used to know them," he said, "extremely well. That was during Mrs. Van Cleefs life-time, of course, After that they moved to what's the name of the place Jerusalem Jericho ?" " Judea ?" asked March. "Judea; and Dr. Van Cleef is practising his pro fession there. He was never thoroughly happy here, I often fancied. He was a kind of apostate, I believe. The epithet sounds harsh, doesn't it ? but it means very little. He was a Moravian, who wanted a broader field ; he always seemed attached to his profession, at all events, and I suppose he felt he might accomplish more for others and himself outside the society village. Of course, that was scarcely consistent with full member ship in their organization, so he simply separated from them and came here. He was our best physician, my A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 19 mother says ; she wept at his departure. For my part, it did not increase my personal happiness. I had a great liking for him. He had a curious daughter, who used to interest me. She was very young when she left New York, and I've often wondered how she turned out. I never knew a more individual girl. She was not so pretty ; that was not her distinction: but you felt her presence when she was a mere child. She bore herself uncommonly well ; and she had such aspirations. Poor little girl ! They reached to the clouds. I used to be afraid for the time that should shatter them. I wonder where they are now perhaps still climbing. You ought to know her. Excuse me, I forget, you will. I congratulate you, then. She was a little princess at seventeen. Fancy what she must be now." "A queen, probably." " It's not so impossible. I should like very well to know ; I wish I were going with you to Judea," said the young man, musingly. " I wish you were," exclaimed March, heartily. Lincoln did not go with him to Judea, but he ar ranged to meet him there if the time of his visit should coincide with hip yearly vacation a thing of highly variable occurrence and the most elastic duration. One chance and another pushed Judea toward the bottom of March's list, and it was spring before he reached it. Meanwhile, he had seen the United States as thoroughly as was then possible, and with eager and increasing interest, which he successfully communicated to his transatlantic audience. It vindicated and outran all his visions. It was a chrysalis from which almost any butterfly might be expected ; and when he had at last 20 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. surveyed it all, and was ready to make his journey to Judea, he felt himself justified in asserting, with some positivencss, to those who waited for his final word across the water, that the process of assisting to strip the golden cocoon was likely to prove a profitable one. To Judea he went with a certain curiosity and interest, roused by the engaging pictures of Lady Amprey and Lincoln. He went, also, with something infinitely more valuable ; for the assurance of the editor of the Republic, that Dr. Van Cleef should not be disturbed in his position, gave him a freer conscience. CHAPTER II. THIS young Englishman, walking by Constance's side through Dr. Van Cleef s garden, would certainly have struck a Moravian spectator, if there had chanced to be one, as a supremely unusual figure, for many reasons. But he would have engaged the attention of an onlooker with no such traditions and prejudices as a Moravian's, for his height, which was unusual, and his strong well- knit frame, gave him, taken in connection with his ad mirable bearing, an uncommonly positive presence. His eyes were the index of a sincere spirit, but they were perhaps not notable in any other way, unless it is worth while to add that a subtle and often rather irrel evant humorous twinkle had its home in them. His brown hair hung loosely about his head. Doubtless his face was not handsome ; but it did not seem improbable that certain persons might so describe it. It was, at least, distinctly earnest, and its firm lines were drawn with delicacy and security. It was a strikingly genuine face. March's dress was not modish ; it did not insist. But he was very well dressed indeed. This felicitous point may have been of less easy maintenance, in those days of the gradual disappearance of ruffles and knee-breeches, than it is found in this year of grace ; at all events, its effect in the case of Owen March was a kind of dis tinction. 22 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. The garden to which Constance was introducing him, struck him as extraordinary. It was a garden of gardens. Its extent, the variety of its exhibition, and the care with which its achievements were nurtured and classified, seemed almost professional. Something of this he communicated to his companion. " Certainly," said she; " it is my father's passion. He seeks out new species, and cares for the old, with the enthusiasm which other men spend upon books, and violins, and butterflies, and what not." " It's a pretty enthusiasm." " Is it not ? One is very dull, don't you think, to whom flowers say nothing ? But there is very little now. You should see it in summer. I hope your business in Amer ica is not important. Father will want to keep you un til he can show it you." They walked on through the walks, thickly bordered with hedges of mock-orange, which had less stiffness than they w r ear in gardens whose beds are laid out by triangulation. They came upon a German who was en gaged in loosing the earth from a great number of pots, and planting the green shoots which the damp clay em braced in a fallow space prepared for them. With this man Miss Van Cleef paused, to decide a horticultural problem which appeared of immediate importance. As they went on, " You are at least the daughter of an enthusiast," commented March. " One might al most say you had some of the original passion." " Yes, I am fond of it all," admitted Constance/' and one must do something. You may have observed that we are not richly supplied with means of entertain ment," she went on a trifle bitterly. " One cannot al ways read and spin, and sew, and yes the garden is A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 23 a great resource. I scarcely know what I should do without it." The paths which were endless, reminded March in their frequent doublings and windings of a labyrinth ; and it occurred to him, that accompanied by such a companion, that ancient form of puzzle was by no means without its excellent qualities. A series of shrubs re placed the graceful hedge as they came into the more secluded regions of the garden, and before a rather odd bush among these March presently paused. " This is not an American shrub ? " " I think not," said Constance. " Look at the little label in the ground there. There are a great many foreigners ; father has an especial fondness for them." " It is a Hollander," said he, bending to read the neatly inscribed Latin on the finger-length of pine that stood sentinel before the shrub. " I thought I remem bered it. It's very pretty when it blossoms, and I at tach a little romance to it. It grows in the meadows, near the dikes, I think. The romance is not mine ; it belonged with the shrub to a young Dutch student, whom I knew at Heidelberg. His betrothed was a trim little Hollander, who lived with her mother, in a wretched sort of way, up in some unspeakably lofty rooms at the Hague. She loved the shrub with the small remnant of heart that was not given to Hans and her mother she had some special sentiment about it ; it was their only flower, a memory of the country abundance they had left, and that sort of thing and when she died it was very sad ; she had gone with her mother, a few stations out, with their pitiful earnings to meet Hans, who was coming home to marry her. Only her mother and a few others were saved. When she died, Hans 24 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. claimed the shrub, and took it back to his rooms at Heidelberg, and watched it with a dogged loyalty and a grim, hard sort of despair, that haunts me yet. He went himself, after a while, poor fellow, and one of his friends planted the shrub above him, and nursed it a little from time to time. It throve wonderfully, and bore every year the most perfect scarlet blossom. His friend had a sentiment about it, and left a bit of endow ment with the authorities to preserve it always, I be lieve. I don't know but it's living yet." " How good of you, Mr. March ! " " I didn't say it was I," asserted he, looking up from the gravel which he had been studying. "Ah, but you can't deny it," she returned, smiling through a suspicious film. A firm, slow step made itself heard approaching on the path behind them, and both turned. A gentleman whose white locks were shaded by a gray hat, with a far-reaching brim, and who carried a heavy cane, was advancing toward them. "Father," said Constance, going to him as he came near, and taking his hand, "this is Mr. March." "Indeed! You are very welcome, sir," said the elder gentleman, bowing in the manner of an earlier day, and grasping his hand. " You have come far to see us, and I am grieved that I should have chanced to be away at the time of your arrival. But my daughter she has made you welcome, I trust. Yes, yes," he said, stroking her hand, as she stood rather proudly, March fancied, beside him. "Yes, Constance is a capital sub stitute ; yes, a very good substitute," and he drew her to him absently and kissed her forehead. "Lady Amprey, sir is she quite well ? and your father, Sir A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 25 John ? I fancy I remember seeing him once, long ago yes thirty years since now, sir." He regarded March meditatively, as he stroked his close-shaven face. " You are one of the Marchs of Devonshire ? Yes, yes, so I thought, so I thought." He sat down suddenly on a bench near. His daughter was beside him instantly. "You are not well, father ! " "Yes, my dear, perfectly, perfectly." He smiled upon her, however, with weary eyes. "A little fatigued, that is all." " You have driven too far," exclaimed she compas sionately, "you must not do it. You should let Dr. Click take these outside cases." She had drawn from his pocket his handkerchief, and kneeling by his side, was touching his heated forehead with it as she spoke. "How did you find Christina's baby?" "John was unduly alarmed. It was a very mild attack." "And he let you drive twenty miles for nothing? Ah, poor father ! It was shameful ! " March was standing near, drawing his gloves thought fully through his hands. "We country physicians have our trials, sir," said Dr. Van Cleef addressing him, "yes, yes, w r e have our trials." He seemed to muse for a moment. " Come Constance, dear," he exclaimed rising deliberately and throwing back his head as if to cast off his fatigue, "it is supper time. Go in and say to Barbara that we will sup in the arbor to-night ; and let your aunt know. It will be warm enough I think, dear." It had been one of those gentle days which occasion ally brighten the sullen Northern spring, and the sun was bidding the earth good-night with a suavity which it had not used since the last October. 26 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. Constance left them, and the doctor motioned the young man to a seat on the bench, and he sat down be side him. Each of his companion's expressions, and the smiles with which he emphasized them, seemed to March to repeat, " You are very welcome, sir ; " and as they talked, and March watched the figure in gray vanishing up the path, and took upon his face the warm light of the setting sun playing through the hedge and budding trees and shrubs, he felt that there were sev eral facts upon which he might fairly congratulate him self. Constance came out to the table, which a maid ser vant was setting in the arbor, with a tall, slight lady of a certain age, dressed in the garb of the society, who was presently made known to March as Miss Cynthia Van Cleef, the doctor's sister. "We are glad to see you, sir," she said precisely as they were introduced, and giving his hand a single sharp, downward, impulse, quickly released it, and folded her own shrivelled palms about her slim waist. During the meal which followed she remained quite silent, except to give occasional laconic orders to the young waitress, who seemed to stand in awe of her. Constance took her place at the head of the table, but it was clear that Miss Cynthia directed the domestic government. " You have seen my garden, sir, at least, in part ? " said March's entertainer amiably, as they sat drinking their tea in the warm, fading light, "Yes, Constance, I think, is fond of it herself ; she is not unwilling to show it." The sun bent its last soft rays upon the four persons gathered about the homely table, and stamped their long A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 27 shadows on the beaten earth floor, and beyond through the lattice work on the rich brown soil of a newly up turned flower bed. The hedge of silver behind which Constance sat scintillated in the mellow light, and the glassware grew pink under it. Miss Cynthia, who faced the sun, sat defending her weak blinking little eyes from its level glory with one thin hand, which was it self transparently pink in the light. From where they sat they could see most of the vil lage street. The house to which this garden was at tached, bore a certain family resemblance to the others, but it was easily the handsomest in sight. Four tall chimneys sought the air above it like exclamation points, and an equal number of buttresses rose mas sively to its stone flanks as if to emphasize the honest firmness and squareness with which the building faced the observer, in a street of which it was not the only notable object. The houses were at a considerable distance apart, and in the vacant stillness that falls upon most villages at the cessation of labor, in the next hours before nightfall, each seemed standing in a separate silence. The occasional sound of footsteps on the hard-beaten earth walks scarcely disturbed the slumberous quiet. Two noble lines of maples threw out their branches over the roadway, and nodded their vagrant shoots with the hinted foliage of early spring to the many-paned windows. The larger limbs drooped in sturdy curves upon the roofs which were by no means the least striking thing in the street. Those which reached the eaves by an uninterrupted sweep turned up their noses at this point, with a saucy flounce, and were transfixed in perpetual retrousse ; others more decorously surrendered to the dwelling's 28 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. front a portion of their forms, which straightway be came concave and were dotted with windows. The least fantastic mode in house-tops seemed to be that angular structure, with the appearance of a carpenter's rule at odds with itself, known as the "gambrel." From all the dormer window gleamed, propped at an guishing inclines, and upon occasion lying prone along the bhingles, like a basking alligator. Most of the buildings were of stone, though occasionally one was simply framed of hewn logs. With inscrutable par simony, in the midst of an ample region of open land, all were placed full upon the street, and beside each door rose a flight of steps, terminated by a little square of flooring. " I don't keep the garden for exhibition," said Dr. Van Cleef. " I am glad that any one who cares for flowers should see it ; but its design is a perfectly self ish one, sir." His beneficent smile belied the state ment. " I am content to admit that I keep it up for my private gratification. That is not a laudable ob ject, you will say. No, it would not look well in a text. But at a certain age, a man must try to get along with fewer laudable objects ; one must treat one's self with re spect, even indulge one's self perhaps. That is my plan." "You should begin to carry it out, father," said Constance; "one who goes out of his way to assume others' burdens, and drives twenty miles to remedy an imaginary complaint is hardly doing battle for the cause of selfishness." " Well, well ; the theory holds good still. I was speak ing of my pleasures, dear. My duties are a different matter. Do you happen to know faz Republic?" he asked of March, suddenly. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 29 The young man flushed. " The a London daily ! " stammered he, "certainly, sir." " That is one of my indulgences. You know they sympathize with us. The United States has no better friend. Yes, I write them occasionally with some regularity, I may say. It is a great interest for me yes, yes, quite an interest," continued the old man absently, rubbing the snowy stubble on his chin, after a habit he had. " I have an intellectual recreation and a physical recreation you see : that and my garden. Yes, I enjoy it. But I suppose I shall have to give it up after a while," he said, abruptly, looking at March, whose eyes fell. "They will be sending over a young er man to replace me before long. I have my ideas, of course, but they are the ideas of the past. We have been growing very rapidly over here lately, Mr. March." March was spared comment by an accident which at the moment befell a dish in the hands of the servant ; but for the remainder of the meal his thoughts were extremely uncomfortable. When they rose from the table he proposed to re tire, but the Moravian was obdurately hospitable. " The inn, sir ! Have you not learned that the Americans have other ideas of hospitality ? " inquired he gravely, " I will send for your portmanteau at once, sir. It is for you to say only how long you can consent to remain with us," the doctor ended with his beaming smile. "No, no ! " he cried, at March's pro test, " I shall take it as an affront, sir, if you return to the inn. That was very well for the moment until we could meet, but now you arc Lady Amprcy's friend, sir, and therefore mine." 30 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. March could only submit. For the day or two that he felt it right to remain, as a tribute to Lady Amprey, this arrangement Avas clearly pleasanter than his own. The inn he had found a trifle stuffy, though marvel lously clean, in the Moravian manner, and he found his heart opening vaguely to Dr. Van Cleef, who was not only likable for himself, but had the additional ad vantage of having unconsciously allowed him to do him a kindness. But when, on the third day of his stay, not having made his intentions known to his entertainer, he went to secure his place in the coach, a letter was handed him from Mr. Frederick Lincoln. It appeared that he now found himself at liberty to take the respite of which lie had spoken, from what he called "confine ment at hard labor" something which consisted in sit ting under the shadow of a freshly-gilt sign, awaiting clients and that his determination to give his English cousin the benefit of this holiday still held good. He was not to be looked for, however, it appeared, for some days. "Our stage coaches do not travel post haste, my dear fellow, or in any other variety of haste known to travellers," he wrote " (this you may have discovered), and there is a charming uncertainty about the date of our meeting, not to mention the date of my departure. Pray don't expect me, for if you should intermit the occupation for an hour or so, I should come at that time." Upon reflection, March did not know w r hy he should not await his gay cousin here. He should do a wrong to his entertainer's frank hos pitality he felt, in doubting his welcome so long as he chose to stay. He had finished his tour of investiga tion ; he had purposely left this for the last. A large tract of land had been offered him a little to the south, A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 31 which he had not expected to visit. But if he waited he might go and return. He was inclined to believe it extraordinarily adapted to his colonizing design, and when Lincoln came, they could go somewhere for a fortnight before he need sail for England. Having yielded to the abundant Moravian hospitality he made a point of seeing the best in it. Judea was exquisitely provincial, certainly, but that was part of its charm, and March at least would not have added a pen nyweight of sophistication to it if lie could. If it were to be complained that the life was absurdly narrow, March, in his invincible satisfaction for the moment with it, would have freely owned the truth of all that could be said in this direction, but he would have urged that one might sometimes grow a little tired of the broader life. One could always angle in the wide, swift currents ; it was interesting to whip the brooks occa sionally. This was, of course, especially true when those brooks were American. The genuine hospitality was not an every day matter ; when one was in the lux urious enjoyment of it, for what could it be advantage ously exchanged ? His life from day to day was very simple, and though it embraced much observation in the direct line of his mission, seemed to have no other very large aim. Nevertheless he was fully occupied. There appeared to be a great many things in Judea that might be done with pleasure, and Dr. Van Cleef busied himself un- wearyingly in searching these out and setting them be fore him. " I want to drive you to the Old Basin this after noon," he would say at breakfast ; or on another morn ing, " Constance, my dear, why not show Mr. March 32 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. Indian Gorge to-day ? Now there are the clock works, You have seen them? Oh, of course, but not Moravian clock works;" and "we omitted the Widows' Choir yesterday, Constance. You must take Mr. March through it. I want you to see our whole system, sir." The doctor seemed to think some part of his duty left undone in a day for which he had provided no certain plan, and his repertoire was apparently exhaustless. But March en joyed the days which were less carefully mapped at least as well ; and his issueless wanderings with Constance through the settlement; and their morning talks in the garden had a value of their own which the pleasantest of their regularly schemed excursions and they were certainly delightful in their way quite lacked. Constance did not permit their guest to disturb the even order of her daily occupations, however. In the afternoon she often spun a graceful employment, at which, in the Moravian habit, she sang the Spinne Licdcr. As she softly hummed the quaint airs which the church of the Unitas Fratrum has wisely provided for this, as for all the industries of her children, her daintily-made foot rose and fell in time, and while the easy motions of her head and figure recurred in harmony, one hand spanned the distaff as the other ran to and fro, drawing forth the slight thread, and returning. In the evening she was wont to sit before the great, cheery wood fire, the natural centre of their little circle. While her father read Miss Cynthia knitted, and March talked with Constance. At these times she was often skilfully elaborating some woman's fancy in embroidery by the light of the massive cande labrum, or doing that more prosaic sewing which the laundresses of Judea were accustomed to render A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 33 weekly to the personal care of the housewife. Toward the close of the evening she would lay aside her work. As they sat thus confronting the flaming logs in the wide chimney-mouth, their talk was of many things ; and if the literature or the art of which they occasion ally spoke clung rather anxiously to English skirts, that was perhaps to be expected, though disappointing to March's adoptive patriotism. If America was to borrow altogether in matters of this sort, however, it was agreeable to discover that her daughters occasion- o o ally knew these loan collections, as it were, so very well. March took the journey to the southward which he had proposed to himself, and spent several days in travelling about a region which impressed him as particularly favorable to his purpose. It was not only that the land was fat, and seemed waiting wistfully for the plough. There was the desirable neighborhood of cities, and the near presence of a considerable village ; it was all in a particularly lovely valley. When he returned to Judea, he occupied some days in rendering an account of it to the proposing immi grants on the other side of the water. As he came down into the garden one morning, after finishing his work for the day, he perceived Constance bending over a flower-bed from which she was steadily plucking the weeds. She wore a pair of tattered gloves. For the first time since March had known her, she had laid aside the society cap, and wore an enormous straw sun-shade. She looked up to greet him, with her clear skin flushed from her exertion. Down somewhere in the depths of her great sun-bonnet glowed her face, and, as she bent it again upon the bed, March was left 34 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. a wide prospect of straw, brightened by the broad blue ribbon that attached the monstrous piece of millinery to her head. " Have you been at work ?" she asked, hollowly, from her umbrageous shelter. "No; not in the sense that you are at work. I suppose I may say I've been playing rather hard. I've been writing." "You do a great deal of writing." "Why, I have to get up my reports, you know. I've been rather lazy recently. My journey furnished me with some material that I thought I might as well do up at once." Constance went thoughtfully on with her weeding. After a moment, "Do you know, I've wondered if you would not be thought how shall I say it if they wouldn't think in England you had a good deal of purpose. That is a clumsy way of putting it. But," rising, " you know what I mean. Are they all as much in earnest over there?" " You don't expect me to answer, do you ? " " I don't know that I do. But I should like you to." " You offer me the opportunity of saying hard things of my countrymen, to the elevation of myself. That's very flattering ; but I can hardly take advantage of it." As she stood before him, he smiled at her laughing face, as it showed in the remote vista of the sun-bonnet. " I didn't mean that you should reply directly. I was only giving you the text. I hoped you would talk." " It would be a little like the Archbishop of Canter bury taking himself for a text, and preaching on the Primate of all England. But I'm willing to say, what A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 35 is obvious to you, that the entire body of British youth is not as anxious as I was to visit America." " No, I see that," agreed Constance ; " and what made you anxious ? Will you let me ask that ? " " That's a long story. But I suppose I was a little impatient of our slow ways of coming at the truth, and I wanted to see a country that seemed to have received all the new messages, and to be exemplifying them in its government. I thought that a fine thing." "And is it?" " It seems the best we know, so far. I don't see how anything could be better. But it is only an experi ment yet. No one can tell how it will come out." " But you are willing to throw your fortunes in with it ? You are ready to give up your certainties for our uncertainties ? " " Well, perhaps, our certainties are not so precious as you imagine. For my own part, I found them rather too certain." " Yes, there is a good deal in the freedom we offer, I suppose. We say, in effect, 'You may be anyone's equal, if you will.' That makes a tempting ground for work ; it is a great opportunity for young men who have their way to make. I'm afraid I don't believe it all ; but it is an immense chance, if your place is not already secure." " You mean that my place is secure that I have nothing to gain ? Well, I don't know how I can blink that. I should do very well at home, I suppose. But in my position of one who would do very well as it is, it's rather my business, don't you think, to look about a little for those who are doing particularly ill as it is ? These people that I am agent for are not so badly off ; 36 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. though, to be frank, they arc not wealthy. 1 don't know that I should have taken their commission if I had thought only of them. But there are hundreds of thousands of men in England, Miss Van Cleef, who are really badly off very badly off, indeed. I couldn't tell you. They're not starving ; but they're not living, and they have no voice in a government, which, with no deliberate evil intent it's a very good government as they go ; it lias simply fallen into an extremely stupid way of doing things, and won't think oppresses them very considerably. It is not the government, alone, I'm afraid ; it is the whole system." " But you are part of the system." " Yes, that's it ! " " If it falls, you go with it." " Why, yes, I fancy I should come in for my share of the ruin. But, as second son, I mightn't get very much. They don't, you know." " Perhaps it would cost more than you think. I can't help saying that it seems a very generous attitude." " No, it's only fair. And, even so, I probably sha'n't live up to it, whatever it is. If I'm in earnest, as you say, my earnestness has an unfortunate habit of going to sleep." " It's only taking it's natural rest," smiled Constance. " I'm sure it has earned it." " I wish I thought so," returned March, doubtfully, as they walked toward the orchard at the end of the garden. CHAPTER III. YOUNG Lincoln did not come, and made no sign, but March stayed on with exemplary patience. On a cer tain morning nearly a fortnight after his arrival, it must have been obvious to the least watchful of guests at Dr. Van Cleef's breakfast-table that some unusual force stirred the air. Miss Cynthia, to be sure, did not forget her usual exact greetings ; but there was a touch of haste in her invariably deliberate gait as she entered the dining-room, and she ate her breakfast with some thing more than her usual air of severe importance. It was noticeable that she failed to behead her egg, set in its china stand, with an accuracy which would have borne mathematical tests, and this was uncommon. She was clearly repressing an inclination to haste. During the morning various irregular sounds and odors issued from the kitchen, and Constance presently informed March that her father had sent forth invitations to a chosen few to drink tea with him that evening in his guest's honor. Miss Cynthia's repeated journeys to the store-room, and jangling of keys, and rigorous oversight of the elaborate culinary operations, accompanied by readings from certain authentic cookery books to her exquisitely stupid assistants, were not without their result. The tea, from the kitchen point of view, was a notable suc cess. Never were such tongues and hams, such flaky 38 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. biscuits, such golden honey, sucli luscious cakes! These dainties covered not too profusely a damask cloth, upon which the fruits of the earth were cunningly wrought ; the spongy pat of cottage cheese did not en tirely hide the impossible apple on whose plump cheek it was set, and one soon saw that the centipede, on the back of which rode the glittering tea-making equip ment from which Constance ministered, was merely a luxuriant vine. The capacious pitcher of buttermilk, which Miss Cynthia had considerately provided for the unpampered tastes of the brethren, flanked the trem bling mould of jelly ; and above all towered in a great glass dish, whose bowl bore the relation to its support that the foliage of the palm bears to the trunk, Miss Cynthia's famous preserved pears. The thick facets of the glass gave back the light of the candelabra with an iridescence which rivalled that of the tinkling pendents of those splendid structures themselves. Mr. Keator, the minister of the settlement, gazing absently at its glitter, found a moisture gathering at length in his not too strong eyes. The smooth, creamy half-cones, swim ming in their rich syrup, looked forth through the shining glass as if challenging the modest eldresses who sat facing them to reproduce them. The spacious dining-room was ceiled and wainscoted in oak, and some excellent paintings of fish and birds, in the well- established style, brightened the long panels. The usual monster open fire burned on the andirons, and its glowing shadows danced over the oaken walls, and ilickered in the faces of those about the table. Constance sat with her back to the fire, fronting her father, and commanding the brief line of guests on either side. The women were upon her left, the men A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 39 on her right. Their inexpressive countenances looked waitingly toward the clergyman, Mr. Keator, who had been placed next Dr. Van Cleef. The minister was look ing about musingly, apparently absorbed in thoughts not directly related to the present scene, but at Con stance's word he returned to himself, and giving her a grateful look, glanced about from habit, as if awaiting a deeper silence, and said a fervent blessing, followed by- the verse appointed for the day in the Moravian calendar. Then Constance inquired of the elder next her his preferences as to milk and sugar, and the meal was begun by all with frank hunger. The company gathered about this abundant table was not large, but it lacked the easy freedom which is supposed to char acterize small parties. It is comprehensible that ket tle-drums were not quite usual things with these good people, and the presence of a stranger may also have had its effect, at least upon the eldresses. They did not often meet young men, and though this young man was certainly agreeable as one of them said "he seemed to have the gift of talking uncommon " they had not the facility which could teach them to adapt themselves to his foreign air. They accepted March a little less for mally as the meal wore on, but no hospitable effort of Dr. Van Cleef's induced the sisters to take a more de cided initiative in the conversation than was implied in making a timid inquiry or two of the stranger touching the conditions of life in England. One, a little bolder, began a serious conversation with Mr. Keator upon the state of Moravian missions in Greenland, but appearing to feel suddenly that this might be thought impolite as not including the guest of the evening, quickly paused. This sister was at the head of the Young Women's Choir, 40 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. and she was accompanied by the eldress who adminis tered the like office among the widoAvs. There were besides four other sisters, wives of the elders. March wondered what age these quiet women might have at tained. The eye, as in the case of nuns of the Romish Church, refused to inform one. The countenances, gazing calmly from the prim white coifs, seemed sin gularly fresh and full. Their owners were probably over thirty, but how much ? Perhaps ten years, per haps forty. Who should say? Their dress was, if pos sible, an exaggeration of the shrinking from display characteristic of all the sisters ; March noticed that the stuff of their gowns was coarser and darker than others whom he had seen. "Have you visited Bristol, sir?" inquired the elder next March. " I have passed through it, yes ; are you familiar with the place, Elder Weiss ? " " No, no, oh no ! we have a strong congregation there, that is all. I thought you might have met some of the brethren," said the elder, innocently. " But I suppose it is a large town." "We have a good many congregations," said another brother, who had been made known to March as Bro ther Berg. "They are quite a deal scattered ; but, if we could get them all together, it would be a goodly company. We are an old church, you know, sir. Most would not think that there was so many of us. We have mission stations in the West Indies, in Green land, among the native Indians, and elsewhere. We try to do a good deal in missions. The Church has a strong hold in your country, as Elder Weiss says, sir ; but we are best in Germany. There is where A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 41 we began. We rank fairly with the other sects there." " It is not for us to boast of our strength, Brother Berg," reproved one of the elders. There was more spasmodic talk of a not less artificial sort, and the meal proved sufficiently formal. Dr. Van Cleef amiably exhausted his strength in the endeavor to uphold a pretence of conversation ; and in this he was seconded by Constance, whose attacks upon the taciturnity of the elders merited a larger reward. March did more than his share, and generously accept ing the responsibility, not only of his own entertainment, but of that of the mute eldresses, who sat opposite him, talked vivaciously. But even with the occasional laconic spurs which the failing conversation received from Miss Cynthia, it lagged undeniably, and Dr. Van Cleef at length sought refuge in giving the signal which announced the completion of the meal. The people rose with soft scraping of chairs, and moved slowly toward the parlor. " It's a failure, daughter," said the Doctor, in de pressed undertone, as he passed Constance, lingering by her seat. " I am afraid we can't deny it. It pains me because of Mr. March. I want him to see us at our best." Constance laughed lightly. " Don't fear for him, father. He is doing capitally. It is the others. Poor father ! But it sha'n't be a failure. Let me tell you something." She put up her hand and whispered in his ear, "We will make it succeed;" and she left his side swiftly, looking back to nod brightly to him with a laugh of intelligence. While the guests in the drawing-room, to which they had come, stood looking 42 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. doubtfully about them, as if it were occasionally a rather serious responsibility to have charge of one's self, she went silently to the harpsichord, and, seating herself on the long bench before it, touched the yellowed keys softly. The faint, tinny rattle that went on constantly somewhere in the interior mechanism of the instrument \vas not agreeable, but it did not seem to annoy her, and she rambled thoughtfully into one of the old Moravian melodies dear to them all, raising her voice quietly to accompany its low, glad strains. The company, which had turned toward her at the first note, seated itself gradually, and listened with silent pleasure. She struck into "Coronation" with a loud, firm prelude, and March came over and joined her. With a sympathetic smile, he added his strong un tutored tenor to her rich soprano, and at this bold ex hibition, a visible embarrassment seized the gathering, and even Dr. Van Cleef did not seem thoroughly com fortable. Nevertheless, one of the younger sisters chimed timidly in the second line, and sang the stanza through with them, while Miss Cynthia uncertainly hummed the air from her lonely seat. Then, as Con stance began again : "Let every nation, every tribe," all the eldresses joined her, self-forgettingly. Before the second stanza was done, the bass and tenor voices reinforced them from the other side of the room, and there was a real thrill in the repetition : "And crown Him Lord of all." Brother Berg asked for " Brattle Street," and the self-consciousness of the little company forgot to in trude on their joy in the sweet notes of the ancient A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 43 hymn. Constance sat feeling musingly for the accom paniment, and looking up at a portrait of her mother, by Gilbert, that lit up the dusky mahogany panel above the harpsichord, while she lifted her voice in that absent consecration, without which singing is as meaningless as drum-beating. Her full soprano rose confidently to the old-fashioned quaverings of the last line : "With be-e-te--e-r-r hopes be filled," and rang and echoed above the others. It Avas indeed an uncommon voice ; and in her ardor for her father, and the genuine pleasure of use which one gifted with such an organ must feel, she poured it forth in a kind of glory of melody. The others ceased from her one by one, and she presently found herself singing alone : " My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see ; My steadfast heart shall know no fear That he-a-a-rt wi-i-il rest on Thee." She sang on unconsciously, her voice rising and fall ing tenderly to the solemn cadence. As she reached the last line she lifted it in its ultimate power, and dwelling on the quaint quavers, finished in a full- throated burst. "Why, why aren't you singing?" she cried, turning about on her bench. "We were listening to you," said Mr. Keator. " That's so," asserted the stoutest and merriest of the elders. "You have a beautiful voice, Miss Van Cleef." Why not Sister Van Cleef ? March wondered. " We hear it at the church, but there's so many others. I don't know as I ever did hear you before, so close, as you might say, and I don't suppose the rest of them 44 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. have." Constance listened smilingly to these well- intentioned gallantries, comparing them with sad amuse ment to certain others in her memory. " You know what Scripture says about keeping your light under a bushel," the elder went on, with a kindly twinkle in his eye. " If you've got a silver piece let the light shine on it, I say and and call in your friends and neighbors," he ended, with humorous irrelevance. " That is not the way it is in the Bible, is it, Elder Reidcl ? " deprecated one of the sisters, meekly. "Well, I wasn't quoting exactly," asserted the elder. " I mixed up Matthew and Luke a little for illustration for illustration, you know." Constance had turned back to the key-board dur ing this discussion, and was murmurously connect ing herself with her memories. An air seemed finally to grow out of this tuneful confusion, and the com pany finding it familiar, sang through the hymn which was associated with it. A Moravian " Hymn and Tune Book " was produced, and the sisters and brethren, gathering about the harpsichord, asked for their favor ites in turn. March, who, after his friendly motion in support of Constance's effort to induce an easier at mosphere, had left the instrument and joined Mr. Keator in a remote corner of the room, remained listen ing with the minister to the now harmonious and joy ous sounds. Occasionally, while one of the sisters ran over the volume from which they were singing, in search of a particular air, the two exchanged some words in undertone ; but for the most part they listened earnestly, the minister always with a kind of reverence. Occasionally the singers used the old Ger man words, oftener the English ; and if the diction of A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 45 neither was irreproachable, the idea which they ex pressed was at least perfectly clear ; and they were sung with a fervor which was in itself a species of de votion, and left nothing to be desired. The singing of sacred hymns has not been considered a means of entertaining an evening party ; but this was not the usual evening party, and Constance exhibited her discernment in choosing it as the most efficacious salt for the thawing of the obdurate ice. Music was not reserved for extraordinary events by the Mora vians ; it was the companion and brightener of each day ; it was summons and farewell, the messenger of grief and- happiness, the Church's condolence and con gratulation. It was the language of praise, thanks giving, and worship ; of hope, and promise, and prayer. It bid to church, it illumined the ritual, it ended the service, and went home with each brother and sister to dwell with them, as support, counsellor, and friend. Men were born to the glad note of trumpets, they were married in hearing of their jubilant sympathy, their bodies were carried to the grave to the harmony of them, and over the open sepulchre the horns blew the last farewell to the poor clod beneath. Among the company in which we are interested, the singing begot an agreeable sympathy, and when they turned, at length, from the harpsicord and disposed themselves about the apartment, they fell naturally into capitally assorted groups, and began to talk among themselves without self-constraint. Dr. Van Cleef was engaging Mr. Keator in earnest conversation, and Constance went over and let stout Elder Riedel make her what compliments he would. March crossed the room and bravely seated himself on the hair-cloth sofa between the two eldresses, 46 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. whose shyness he had measurably conquered at tea. He seemed to succeed admirably with them, for they were presently laughing with him in decent joy. The elders, who were all married, but were not invariably accompanied by their wives, wandered about in their long brown coats, holding discussions with one an other upon Church matters, deliberating questions touching the management of the choirs with the sisters, or inquiring the news from the Indian mission settle ments. Dr. Van Cleef, who, from time to time cast anxious glances toward March to assure himself that he was not being.bored, at last excused himself to Mr. Keator, and went over toward the hair-cloth sofa. " There are a great many blacks in the West Indies, you say?" one of the prim, pretty sisters was enquir ing. " Yes, that is what the missionaries write us. They tell us they are a great trial," she sighed. " They do not seem to take to learning, somehow ; and even when they are converted they steal and speak falsely, and the ministers do not seem to be able to make them see the wrong in it. It is a great trial," repeated she, "but I suppose the narrow way is not easy any where." " No," returned the young man, as Dr. Van Cleef ap proached, " I believe that those who try to pass through it on horseback generally make a failure of it." The sisters looked at each other. The comparison may have seemed questionable. " Keep your seat, sir, keep your seat," exclaimed Dr. Van Cleef. Then, perceiving the embarrassment of the eldresses, " Mr. March only means, I fancy, that there is no royal road to virtue ; we shall agree to that, I think. Yes, yes ; we shall all agree to that," A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 47 and he pulled nervously at his stock, while he smiled cheerily down at them. Meanwhile, Mr. Keator had encountered Constance moving away from her elder. He took her hand with out speaking, and looked solicitously in her face. As he continued absently to hold her hand, " You have tired yourself, I am afraid, my Miss Van Cleef." She smiled. " You think I am not so strong as the sisters ? That's true, but I can play for an hour on the harpsichord." She smiled at him with the conven tional smile of conversation. " No, no ; it is not that," said he, slowly dropping her hand " not that exactly. It is the nervous strain. I have been watching you." " You are very good," murmured she. " I don't mean " He paused a moment. " You make an excellent hostess, my my dear girl," he said ; " but you let the work wear upon you. I have been observing you, as I say. You have seemed anxious and urged. You burn too many candles." He spoke with quiet deliberation, in a marvellously gentle voice, and ended with his winning smile. Mr. Keator, facing the blazing wood fire, with the light of sympathy in his eyes, might have been thought at the moment a handsome man ; but, in the common acceptation, he was as remote as possible from merit ing that epithet. Commonly we think of a stalwart figure in using the adjective, and Mr. Keator's, alas ! was not a stalwart figure. It seemed to have been loosely put together, like a hastily-made house. The joints were uncertainly knit, and responded to the de mands of their owner in the distant, secondary manner of the last wheel in much-geared machinery. When he 4 48 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. stood, his frame settled naturally into a relaxed pos ture, and his sitting was a species of disaster. A pain ful infirmity, which had made of one foot a mere im potent weight, compelled him to use a crutch ; and he went about leaning his light form on its assured sup port. It need hardly be added that he was of an ex quisitely sensitive nature, and the ingenious reader would guess, if it were left unsaid, that his face, if not a handsome one, was at least a notable one. It was one of those unusual visages that tempt painting. In deed, it suggested certain paintings. There were the spare, wan features, the high cheek-bones, the irregular lines, the passionless effect of those uncorrupted monks of the early Church whose lineaments cling in rare canvases. It was a sweet and benignant face, and it had, before all, that indefinable aspect which certifies a man to the divine calling. Mr. Keator was little more than thirty-five, and these characteristics were perhaps more conspicuous because of their natural attribution to an older man. He was strikingly tall, and his stooping shoulders were swept by the half-curl of the even, satin locks which fell from his admirable fore head. There was a fine softness, a singular modesty in his presence. " I may I have a little talk with you, Miss Van Cleef ? " he asked presently, with embarrassment. " They are occupied just now," he went on, indicating the shifting groups ; " our absence will not be noted for a short space. Will you come into the other room with me ? " His manner grew more confused, and he finished with an anxious smile. His bearing might have been faiftied to refer to something tacitly under stood between them. Constance shot a swift, ques- A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 49 tioning glance of intelligence at him. " No, no ; not that," he assured her, in response. "You have my promise," said he, with a touch of reproach. " Very well," returned the girl. " But let us go to the conservatory." Thither accordingly they bent their steps, Constance leading, and Mr. Keator's crutch re sounding upon the bare parquet floor of the hall. "There are seeds there, I think," she reminded him kindly, as he leaned against the edge of one of the beds. "Ah ah, excuse me," begged the minister, snatch ing up his crutch and hobbling down to a seat nearer her. " I was not thinking, I He turned to meas ure his distance, as is the wont of cripples, before sit ting, and did not conclude. He sank upon the bench, and remained looking at her painfully for some mo ments ; his glance wandered over her in a kind of per plexed compassion, and he seemed several times about to speak, but as often restrained himself. At length he moodily said, " I could wish I might tell you this vicariously. I would much rather another did it." " If it is painful, pray leave it unsaid, Mr. Keator ; I am sure I shall not like it, and it will only wound you." " Nay, nay ; it is my duty. I must not shuffle out of it, even if my conscience would suffer it. But I scarcely know how to begin," said he, with a puzzled sigh. " How to say it so that it may not offend you," ques tioned he with himself. " It may even estrange you from me wholly," cried the minister, looking up in sudden alarm. " Alas, I am selfish. If that comes, it must ; but it is right that I should tell you." Constance was regarding him with distress. She re membered, afterward, that the full moon was shining 50 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. through the panes above them and falling in a kind of aureole upon her companion's head. She knew that it was very warm in the greenhouse, but she could not muster resolution to rise and shut the damper of the little stove. The hum of conversation in the other room came to her vaguely, as through a dream. "Miss Van Cleef," said the clergyman, suddenly, with quivering lips, "the Elders' Conference felt it its duty at the last session to discuss a matter concerning you." Constance's self-possession returned instantly. "The Elders' Conference was very rude," she said, quietly. " Nay ; they had no choice. The regulations of the Church did not leave it within their discretion. I wish I might spare you, my dear girl ; but I must speak plainly. Your association with with the young man we met to-night is offensive to the Society's rules. I thought you would rather I spoke to you than trouble your father. I have waited, thinking he might go away, and that this would be unnecessary." He paused fearfully, and watched to see how she received the an nouncement. Her eyes shone with suppressed passion, but she merely shut her lips and said, coldly, "Well ?" He stared at her an instant, with little comprehen sion. "I don't understand," he said, at last. " How does that affect me ?" " Why, you are a member of the Society ; are you not ?" " A member of the Society," repeated Constance, with a compassionate smile, "you know how much, and in what way. When I connected myself with your body to please my father, you can imagine that I A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 51 scarcely expected the fact to be used as a weapon against me." "You put it harshly," said Mr. Keator. "You have not fully established your connection with the Church I know. But you are a probationary member, and there must be restrictions. That is implied in admission to all privileges," he urged gently. " That may be true ; I don't know. But you may be sure that I did not agree to such an implication. Can you fancy, Mr. Keator, that I meant to give up any part of my liberty?" " I don't know. We supposed so/' said he. " You went through the forms." " The forms ! " cried she, with irony. " Yes, I remem ber ; but I didn't make a vow to refrain from conversing with young men." " Pray don't, Miss Van Cleef." " Oh, I beg your pardon !" cried the girl, impetuously. " But you must remember my feelings. Mr. March is my father's guest ; that, if nothing else- ." She paused. " I am sure you do not believe, my dear girl, that we feel less than your father the obligations of hospitality. All the traditions of our faith bid us give strangers gen erous welcome." " And yet you blame him for receiving Mr. March." " No, no. Any of us would have done as much, though perhaps not under the same conditions. The conditions are peculiar, since you are not in full com munion with the Church, nor a member of one of the choirs. But we could not expect your father to take the forethought natural to a brother whose life had been lived under our system. We remember that Dr. Van 52 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. Cleef has passed the better part of his days in the world, and no worldly habit of thought could have taught him to look forward to the dangers we now see." " You mean that one of you would have perceived that Mr. March would stay a long time and become well acquainted with me," said Constance. " Pray do not take the tone of separateness from us, Constance ! You know that we do not hold you or your father wrong in this matter. No one could be more zealous for the Church or more loyal to it than he, and we have liked to believe that you too were in good will toward us, and that you would presently find a more intimate spiritual home among us. I come to you as to one of ourselves, that we may reason together touching a situation which no one has intentionally brought about, but which, without our will no doubt without yours is upon our hands. If you will bring yourself to look upon what I have unwillingly said, in that light, I am sure you will see the sophistry of your ideas." " I beg your pardon," said Constance. " I am un likely to see it otherwise. I must not let you take away the idea that the elders' wishes will affect my action." " Oh, I feared that you would take it this way," said he, despairingly. " How else could I take it ? Did you expect me to acquiesce ? " " We do not expect you to abstain altogether from intercourse with him. That would be most grateful to us, but it would not be possible now. All that we request is that your acquaintance with him be what shall I say ? a little more formal. You see the example it puts before the eyes of the young people's choirs ; it is dan gerous to them. But it is most dangerous to you. We A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 53 must look at the chances fairly. Conceive for a moment the result of your marriage outside the Society." " Pray be reasonable, Mr. Keator ! " The Moravian looked hurt. " I did not say it was probable," pursued he, with unaltered mildness. " But very few things are impossible. If you will permit me to suppose it, what then of your religious profession ? members of our Church may not marry with those from the world outside, you know. What of your quiet, and, I believe, happy life here with us ? What of your father ? " " What, above all, of Mr. Keator ? " It was a cruel blow, and the girl would instantly have given worlds to recall it. His pale visage turned a ghastly white, and he rubbed his hand over his face in a dazed way, while he fumbled for his crutch. As he rose painfully upon this support, " I did not intend that," he said, gasping like a wounded animal. " You know that I ah, Constance, you must know that I meant you a kindness ! " The infinite gentleness with which he said this ; the almost imperceptible reproach in which there was no bitterness, only a hopeless sorrow, touched the girl un speakably. She could have wept. She rose and forced him to his seat. " Oh, Mr. Keator, forgive me, forgive me ! I knew that I could be wicked and cruel, but I did not know that I could be so wicked and cruel as that. I must have been mad. And you, who are always so good to me ; do I know that you only meant kindness ? Ah, shall I ever know any thing else ? It will always haunt me. Did I say it ? I should not have believed that I could have said it. It only shows . Make me a Moravian, Mr. 54 -^ VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. Keator," she sighed " a sweet, merciful, patient, genu ine Moravian, like yourself. Keep me from such things." " My dearest girl, if I only might ! " She could not avoid answering his meaning. " Yes, yes, I know ! " said she, hastily. " But you agreed to wait for my answer to that question, you remember." " I have tried to keep my promise," asserted he, mod estly. " Tried ! Ah, Mr. Keator, there might be worse lots than to be your wife ! " The minister blushed in his happiness. A pause fell. The situation between them seemed to take form and life out of the silence, and stood before them embodied, envisaged ; while each clothed it with his own thoughts. " I think I owe you some recompense, though, for your goodness now," she said, thoughtfully ; " I feel just as I said about Mr. March." Mr. Keator sighed. " I cannot change my manner toward him, though I will try to manage that our association, as the elders call it, shall be less public ; but for your personal satisfaction I may tell you that there is not the slightest danger of what you speak of, even if he wished it. What I might be led to do by the opposition of the elders is another matter. Does that satisfy you, Mr. Keator ? " she asked, anx iously. What could a man do in such case ? If it was a con cession, it certainly conceded very little. It seemed to Mr. Keator that it left many things to be said. Never theless he was fain to be content ; it was perhaps more than he had expected. ** I suppose it should," he said, generously. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 55 " Yes, I think it should," returned Constance ; " and when Mr. March is gone, and I have become a good Moravian " she looked down at her rosy palm " per haps then you may come to me for an answer." She glanced at him with shy dignity, and suddenly left his side. Mr. Keator sat looking in speechless rapt ure at the point where she had vanished for a long time. The people were still entertaining themselves with placid enjoyment as Constance re-entered the drawing room. She went directly to her father, who was stand ing apart for the moment observing the scene with satisfaction, and took his hand silently. He looked up at her through his gold-rimmed spectacles as he patted her palm. " Where have you been, daughter ? " asked Dr. Van Cleef, kindly ; " and where have you left Mr. Keator ? " " Mr. Keator is in the conservatory, I think," said she, briefly. A faint tremor made itself felt in the hand which the doctor's broad palm enclosed, and he gave his daughter a quick, solicitous glance. But he forebore to question her further, and they stood thus, absently regarding their guests for some moments. CHAPTER IV. WHEN they had all gone, including Mr. Keator, and the servants had arranged the room after Miss Cynthia's severe taste, Constance went about in dreamy pursuance of her habit, modifying the rigor of the chairs' attitudes. It is not to be supposed that her thoughts were wholly engaged with furniture. March, as he bade her " good night," observed that she went about her work absently, and indeed a host of thoughts occupied her mind. Her decorative touch was no less certain, however, March saw, and the chairs and ornaments of the mantel and tables fell as accurately into the lines of grace as if she had given all of her attention to the matter. Her usual bright " good-night " to him was remote and thoughtful. When he had gone she closed the harpsichord, draped its covering with thoughtful care, and went over to her father, who was sitting before the fire reading a Phila delphia paper, which had reached him by the afternoon stage. " Good-night, father." The doctor dropped his paper. " Good-night, dear," said he, with an emphasis of his invariable caressing tone to her. " Something troubles you," exclaimed he, as she rose after kissing him. " What is it?" "You are imaginative, father," returned Constance, looking away. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 57 " Not so much as I wish I were. If I had more fancy I should use it in making myself believe that you looked quite happy. But my imagination is not equal to that. Don't tell me if you would rather not, my dear. I don't wish to force your confidence, though I should like to share your trouble." She glanced at him in hesitation ; then turned her head away once more. Her lips trembled. She was deeply troubled. How willing she would have been to tell him everything ! But she said with a brave smile, " It is nothing, father dear nothing. You have a microscope under your eye to-night, that is all." " Only my spectacles, I think, dearest. I see very well with them, I admit, but I don't think I see things that aren't before them. Still, still we won't insist. Good night again." She stooped and kissed him a second time, and went out, leaving her father staring a little sadly into the fire. There was much in her heart ; and she was glad of the shelter of her room to see it more closely. Mr. Keator's love, since he had declared it, a year before, had cost her many anxious and thoughtful hours. Her experience had been that of many a girl of imagination and honesty, for the first time asked in marriage by a fine man to whom her heart has not gone spontan eously out. Her intellect consented to Mr. Keator com pletely. He was good, noble, strong. The list of his just praises was not easily exhaustible. He was indeed in many ways such a man as she had fancied she should wish to marry when the time came ; and this made the dissent of her heart all the harder, especially as it was not an experienced heart and was by no means so clear as she could have wished touching the exact meaning of 5 8 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. what was called love. That she felt some of the symp toms laid down by the books that is to say, by the novelists was merely perplexing, not reassuring. Her father had often told her how people imagined the proper symptoms, given a fancy that they were afflicted with a certain disease, and she remembered too, how frequently he had said that people were never ill accord ing to the books. She wished above all things to be honest with herself and with Mr. Keator ; and at the same time she did not know what to do with her imagination. What if, for instance, she was after all in love with him? What if this ample admiration and respect for him, this affection for his fine qualities, this genuine liking for the man himself, which would have led her to sacrifice much to do him a service what if all these in fact meant love ? What standards had she to try love by? But when these ingenious fancies had had their will upon her, a residuum of certainty was left, upon which she acted. She was sure or at least she was almost sure that marriage with Mr. Keator would leave too much unsaid ; it would liquidate only the smallest portion of the debt which she unaggressively believed the world owed her. Constance certainly expected much at the world's hands measurable happiness for one thing, and a quiet mind. The action of the elders which Mr. Keator had so gently, so kindly made known to her, was not in the way of fulfilling the world's obligation. She had simply given the matter of her association with March no thought whatever, she said to herself, with some indignation. It was as if she had stooped to pick a casual flower and it had exploded in her face. No doubt the reproof of the elders, as they had A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 59 delivered it, was even worse than Mr. Keator had made it seem. She could not thank the minister too much for making himself the bearer of the message. He had done it out of the purest kindness toward her, know ing that he risked their friendship certainly the chance of her coming to love him. As she thought of this and the cruel rebuff she had given him, she found herself for the thousandth time on the perilous brink of wonder wonder whether in her inmost heart she did not in fact love Mr. Keator. She hastily brought out* her old arguments and trained them upon this fancy; and she had presently decided once more that she liked him too well to marry him an assurance which unfortunately could not blind her inward vision to the effectiveness of Mr. Keator as a spectacle of the patient lover. Standing motionless in thought before her mirror, she could not help reflecting upon what would come of it all ; but as she unloosed the golden coil hidden during the day under the society cap, and brushed its long strands with quick motions, she endeavored to think of other things. Thoughts of Mr. Keator and his warning did not cease to beset her because she dismissed them. They returned upon her quiet hours importunately, and after a day or two she felt that she must share them with some sympathetic spirit. It was unlike her to be looking outside herself for support. She was more and more troubled, however, by the attempt of the elders to hinder her freedom of action. How much further might they go ? She wished very much to know. It vitally con cerned her future and her peace of mind. She deter mined to take counsel with one who was near both to the society and to her one who would be just to her 60 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. Church's customs, yet find sympathy for this especial working of them. Sister Zelda was the only woman in the village to whom Constance could have thought of going on such an errand, and yet it seemed a departure from herself to seek advice, even from her. She reproached herself for her hesitancy about her father's people ; but could she help it ? They were not her people. They were not of her spiritual kindred. They were not of her world. Of course, they were of an infinitely better world. No one felt that more clearly than Constance ; but it was not hers, and she had long ago given up trying to export herself to the solar systems of others, or fancying that any one could be imported into hers. If hers was the brighter sun perhaps it was not, but she enjoyed its action upon her so much that she ventured to believe it very bright she felt that the fact implied a duty upon her part toward those who did not live in its rays, and she held herself constantly ready to get out of the light, and to let them bask in its radiance as long as they would. But she knew better than to suppose that they would accept it as a better sun than theirs, or that they could if they would. And upon her part she acknowl edged the same incapacity as to other suns. The daughter of the physician of the settlement, she knew more or less intimately every inhabitant of it. But they did not understand her, nor perhaps wholly trust her in the matter of her attitude respecting the Church, and she, though in sympathy with their general purpose she was, of course, heartily for any thing that made toward good was unable to like all the methods by which they sought to accomplish it. For the people themselves she had the kindest regard ; but this consisted A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 6 1 with a certain unfriendliness toward their theory of life. They were good and noble and fine ; they gave her in a way pure delight, and were constantly teaching her to take shame to herself that she was so far below them in all that was finally worth while, but and she gave the " but " a feeling stress she did not know how to sustain long conversations with them. They had not her interests, or rather for she invariably owned that the fault was hers she had not theirs. To all this Sister Zelda was in some degree an excep tion. Like Constance herself, she had been educated outside the faith, and had memories of a rebellious time when she too observed Moravianism with the critical eye, from without. She had come, however, to look at it in the one fair way of looking at things from within, or as if one were within and she found it now so satisfying that she longed to repeat her experience in Constance. They were accustomed to hold many interesting talks together. Since March's coming these talks had been fewer, and it was with a feeling that she had been neg lecting her a little that Constance, two days after her con versation with Mr. Keator, took her way to the Widows' Choir House, in which Sister Zelda had her home. She entered the arched doorway of a large stone build ing in the midst of a group of like structures, and went along the hallway paved with the bricks which the breth ren had made for themselves in the early days of the set tlement. Between the lines of doors, on either side the passage, stood the cupboards in which the sisters kept their unluxurious dainties stored. The moons above the two high clocks set in diagonal corners were winking at each other over the big German stove between them. The bricks were extraordinarily clean, and so was all the 62 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. wood-work. The balustrade of the staircase, leading above, shone with a glister like silk. There was a con science in the turn of the coverlids on the prim white beds, which Constance's glance included familiarly as she passed the occasional open doors. On the threshold at the end of the hallway, a cat lay sleeping in the sun ; and looking out beyond, Constance saw that most of the sis ters were at work in their garden. The sight reproached her abandonment of her own garden in this precious seed-time ; but Sister Zelda raised her well-made little figure from a bed of sweet-william at the moment, and she remembered her errand. The Moravian caught sight of her visitor at once, and came toward her, smiling. "Is it me you have come to see, Sister Constance ?" She took her hand. " Do I come to see any one else ? " " Alas ! no. I wish you might." " Ah, well, that is an old question, Sister Zelda, and I have a new one for you to-day. We shan't need the weeds, shall we ? " She pointed, smiling, to the green bunch in the sister's hand. Sister Zelda threw them down with a restrained laugh, and dusted her hands, gloved in studiously darned lisle thread. " I am not sorry to leave the weeds ; my back is sore, I may tell you, with stooping." She gave her matronly head a faint shake, and tightened her white cap strings. As the absent minded pinch themselves to remember that they are praying, she reminded herself in this way that she was talking too much of herself ; and she began at once to ask Constance about her welfare. " I hope you have been well, dear. It is more than a week since we met." A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 63 " My body has been briskly, thank you but my thoughts, Sister Zelda I've come to talk with you about my thoughts." The elder woman led her caller into her neat chamber, plainly furnished and uncarpeted, but bright, with its own shining cleanliness, and taking color and warmth from its prosperous window garden. " I am fearful that I know what concerns you," she said, as she seated Constance in the single rocker, and stood behind it holding the knobs at the top tightly, and glancing at the girl's side-face with compassion. " Come here before me, won't you, Sister Zelda. ? I want to speal? to you about it all the more if you know." She half turned her head and gave her companion a furtive upward glance ; but the sister kept her hands on the knobs and turned her face away. " It is hardly so bad as that, Sister Zelda. You need not hesitate to talk of it with me. I am rebellious, of course, but I don't mean to discuss the right of the elders to send such a message to me it is that you have heard about, I suppose, though I can't fancy how. I am only curious to know how much further they can go." Sister Zelda took down her nearest hand and put it in Constance's. She did not change her position. " The Church has its laws. But you need not to vex yourself with them, Constance. Laws are made for those who break them is not that it ? " " But suppose / break them ? " "You will not ! " cried her companion. " 1 don't know. I shan't imprison myself in them." " Surely you will heed the elders ! " Sister Zelda came before the young girl and looked anxiously down into the calm eyes turned up to her. 5 64 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " It depends upon what they ask. I don't mean to be unreasonable, but they must not be." " My dear, my dear ! I had hoped you were nearer the Church than that. If you were really one of us, as I have liked to think, you would bear this yoke so easily ! I know you see it all from outside. In that light every rule is a bond. I remember when to me it seemed so. But really, dear, it is a guide only a guide. Try to think humbly of it in that way." The mysterious serenity wrought by twenty years' holy living was in the sister's face. The effluence of her mild, sweet presence was like a patient reproach of all pride and self-will and wrong-doing. Her words, Constance felt, added nothing to it ; and when the girl glanced at her white cap-strings, she felt a fleeting loathing for the life of which those colorless widow's ribbons made so little, and of which she was making so much. Yet, she said, as a fresh resentment of the elders' encroachment and her impatience of walking in an alley way of rules swept over her, " I'm afraid you can't reform me, Sister Zelda. I wasn't bred with the ideas which what you have urged, and may I say it ? your life, seem to make so grateful. It is a misfortune, since I am to live among those who were reared under them, espe cially in my relation to father. I assure you, if I could make those ideas mine by wishing, I should have been a good Moravian long ago, for his sake. What I am anx ious to know is very simple. The elders have bidden me use Mr. March less cordially. I do not mean to do it. What will be the result ? " " My child ! you will be called before the elders ! " " Please don't think that the consequence will make a difference. I shall do what seems right. I only wish to be prepared." A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 65 Sister Zelda left her side and went sadly to the window, where she took up a pair of small scissors which she kept there, and began to cut back a small geranium as if though it was early Spring it were to go to the cellar for the Winter. She breathed a heavy sigh. " You are in love with him." Constance started up. " You will go away with him. We shall lose you." She took a handkerchief of coarse linen from her pocket, and unfolding it touched it softly to her eyes. " Zelda !" cried Constance, coming up behind her, " do you think that was like you ? Must I be moved by something outside my sense of courtesy and right in a matter like this, if I oppose myself to your system ? You know me better than any one else in Judea except father and Mr. Keator. Do you think I must be in love with my father's guest to wish to treat him as becomes the head of my father's household ? Ah, Sister Zelda, I can't believe you do ! " She took her by her shoulders with a caressing motion not common with her. Sister Zelda turned reluctantly, and smiled through her tears into the girl's eager eyes. She thrust her handkerchief back into the wide-mouthed pocket of her loose skirt. " You feel that you are acting rightly. I know that. It is not for me to take exception to your motives. What I said ... it was my love for you that spoke," concluded she, hastily, with a tremor in her voice. " I am sure of that," exclaimed Constance, contritely, as she led her to the seat she had herself just quitted. She brought a cricket and sat beside her, keeping silence, while Sister Zelda patted her hand and gained control enough of her voice to say, 66 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 11 1 know you do not care enough for yourself, Con stance but for your father's sake, and for mine a bit, if that does not seem like presuming for sometimes I think you have a mite of liking for Sister Zelda surely you will try not to offend the elders. Your father loves the Church. It would be a sore cross to him if the Church should be forced to reprove your ways openly." " They would not dare ! " " You do not know. We have many old laws. Our people submit themselves. They are in little use." " If you begin to hold terrors over me, I shall be sin ning presently to prove that they are no terrors," laughed Constance, half earnestly. " Oh, my child, my child !" lamented Sister Zelda, " I wish to lead you ever so gently, and after all it is as if I tried to drive you. I do not understand you. I shall do you no good. Let us talk of somewhat else." Constance gave a little sigh, and rising, walked over and pretended to examine her companion's plants, while she asked her some questions about them ; and soon she remembered that her own plants awaited her out-of-doors, and that she must bring her visit to an end. Sister Zelda let her go wistfully. She did not revert to the topic they had left, though her love and her fears cried for one final word. Mr. Keator did not again visit the house for several days, but when he came at length Constance's reception of him would not have indicated that he held a place in the foreground of her thoughts. The simple presbyter helplessly recognized past happenings by the mere manner of taking her hand. He glanced shyly at her with an uncertain smile, and hastily took a seat beside her father and began the discussion of some temporal A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 67 affairs of the community. Constance continued her talk with March by the window. After this Mr. Keator was seen as often as usual at Dr. Van Cleef's residence, and in the botanical talks which he constantly held with his host made an effort not to see that Constance avoided tete-a-tetes with him. Botany was a bond of sympathy between the two men, and the firmness of this passionless form of attachment is notorious. Mr. Keator's branch was not Dr. Van Cleef's ; he did not cultivate a large horticultural gar den. He observed the habits, the forms, the scheme of life of common plants, and this only required a modest greenhouse. But his love of the science was as lusty as his friend's ; and care and study of his botanical library, and the herbarium stored beneath his book shelves, occupied the larger portion of the rare hours that he allowed himself to snatch from his profession. In naming a flower plucked on his woodland walks he often spent several weeks. The addition of a new specimen to the voluminous herbarium, in which he aimed to include the entire range of plant life in the region about, was a keen satisfaction. He found pleas ure in watching the large collection grow larger, in smoothing the regular green outlines of a freshly found plant on its background of clear white paper, in carefully pressing it between the sheets of pasteboard, in tracing its genus, species, and the like, on the cover in his small, perfect hand. The close-set shelves, arranged as a depository for these precious volumes, ran about the four sides of his library beneath the books ; and the neat, thin quartos, between whose sides the fading plants slept, seemed to have no quarrel with any but the sour est of the theologians above. " We are part of nature," 68 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. they might have been fancied to say ; " if you also are, very well ! If not, so much the worse for you." Into this library March found himself often straying, as his acquaintance with its owner ripened. The min ister was an Englishman, and it chanced that, his mother being of German birth, part of his education had been gained at Heidelberg. The early years of his ministry had been passed in the mother country, and he had been sent to America because of his command of the ; t\vo languages needful in this field German and English ; an Englishman who spoke excellent German being thought, on the whole, as well adapted to the work as a German who knew no English. March had many agree able reminiscent talks with him about England and Heidelberg. They had not been at Heidelberg to gether, but English-speaking students were rarer at the German university at that time than now, and a common experience of the kind was a more valid reason for fel lowship than it might now be regarded. Mr. Keator impressed March as a singularly fine- fibred and charming spirit. In some ways he was thoroughly unlike the people over whom he had been set. His infirmity, which hindered him in no good work, and as to which he was at once touchingly intelli gent and finely unconscious, was in itself a commenda tion to liking. For the clergyman's part, he was extremely courteous to the young man. He invited him to make use of his library, which was rich in certain volumes that March found useful in his investigations regarding the country he had come to explore. The young man when he came was made unaffectedly wel come ; if Mr. Keator was at work, the minister merely gave him his cordial greeting and went on ; and when, A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 69 as occasionally happened, he came in and found March engaged, he left him to his studies. A feeling of good comradeship rose between them, to which the members of the family of March's entertainer were singularly unrelated. In the conversations of the two they were seldom mentioned. Discussing the larger subjects in rambling, unheated fashion, March received a series of mild shocks in becoming acquainted with certain opinions of his interlocutor which went perilously near the root of things. Some of these did not appear, at first thought, part of the natural equipment of a Moravian presbyter, and they were at least astonishing as specimens of the mental furniture of a gentle spirit. But nearer acquaintance reconciled many things, and March presently perceived that the ideas which had seemed idiosyncrasies were in fact the necessary corol laries of the simple faith by which he lived. Mr. Keator was merely that being dear to the angels, if in little repute among mortals, a perfectly impractical man. His clear vision distinguished Right through whatever fog of Wrong with a certainty which rendered him impatient of the means for lifting the fog. That noble dream of binding the thousand differing sects in one vast Church was, for instance, very dear to him. He looked forward to the abolition of slavery the world over, and there would certainly have been a tremendous rattling of shack les if he had been born, let us say, the Czar of Russia. Fortunately his theories led him to no aggressive acts. As a Moravian he was opposed to wars, and March was confident that he would grieve for the accomplishment of the fondest of his large-hearted wishes if achieved by force of arms. He might indeed head a missionary army ; but its methods would be unsanguinary. 70 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. March saw much of Mr. Keator, but he did not see less of Constance ; and once or twice, as they came into the house after a morning spent in the garden or upon a long drive, it occurred to him that these were the conditions under which wooings went on. It did not follow that he should arraign himself for this. He was, for the most part, not a man of anxious scrutinies, and the ring of sentiment was the last which he was likely to test over-curiously. He felt no obligation to ask him self whether he was in love with the girl who caused him to pass so many agreeable hours. CHAPTER V. THE shadow of Winter which had lingered on the sulky clouds slowly passed at the sun's bright nods, and the reluctant foliage by imperceptible motions dressed the trees and shrubs. But toward the middle of April came one perfect day. The sun gallantly made satisfac tion for all past failings, and shone upon the sleeping earth as if it were never to shine again. A new fra grance rose from the steaming soil. Out in the fields the broad hats of the brethren again knew their proper use as shades, and as they followed the plough, rolling up the fat soil in long moist lips, their rejoicing chorales came softened to the ear of the settlement through the sunlit air. The sleek oxen, pausing at the end of the furrows, raised their mild eyes and lowed with sturdy liking toward the wide blue. In the orchards the magic warmth touched the tardy buds and straightway they were blossoms, while any one could see the leaves unfold ing to the clear, sweet air. The slandered northern Spring moves slowly ; she hangs shyly back as any maiden should, she coquets with the earth, she pouts, she is full of whimsey ; but when she comes she comes royally. Dr. Van Cleef's garden leaped forward under the amiable impulse. The lilac bushes under the side win- clows, which had only waited a little encouragement, flowered within the day, and the jonquils took heart and 72 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. held up their heads with a consciousness of propriety in their presence under such a sky. From every quarter of the garden rose a cloud of perfume which the sense presently discriminated as the incomparable odor of the violet. The breeze brought from the fields the nameless earth smell, mingled with the faint scent of apple-blos soms. Every shrub felt the indubitable Spring in its veins and did honor to it. The rose-buds swelled joy fully. Dr. Van Cleef bade adieu to solicitude touching late frosts, and superintended the transplanting of the sheltered greenhouse blossoms to open beds. There was a new brightness in the fine garden when the flam ing geraniums, the fuchsias, the begonias, and the rest, once more rose from their "native soil and saluted the weather. The doctor made few professional visits, but went about with a happy smile, carrying a small pair of pruning shears, with which he corrected from time to time impertinent growths. The robins and bobolinks flew across his path, and, perching confidently on the neighboring shrubs, chirped their inebriate glee in the old man's face. The days which followed seemed less admirable only because less novel. One ceased to think of the weather, as there was clearly nothing left to wish, and from such suave skies only an obstinate cynic could have expected any thing but the most lady-like behavior. It was plain, not only that the Spring had come, but that she had been confirmed in her urbanity and had nothing to retract. The school boys, whom March had heard at intervals, in colder weather, clamoring mildly on their play-ground, let loose their voices now in the sunshine with a hearti ness quite without propriety, but which the masters, sym pathizing perhaps with their joy, did not appear to feel A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 73 it their duty to repress. Giant kites floated in battalions, isolated to the eye from earth and clouds, and the long street became the field of critical skirmishes at Prisoner's Base. In the late afternoons these merry youngsters, whom no error of costume could age, came from the woods laden with sassafras and sweet flag and other objects of boyish search, chanting in raucous soprano the hymns of their choir. The older girls, too, as Easter approached, might be seen, clad in the simple dress and modest cap, returning to the settlement with baskets of trailing arbutus, hepatica and dog tooth violets for the decoration of their choir houses and the great congrega tion house ; and as their full, sweet voices rose in their virginal chants, beseeching the Bridegroom of the Church to grant them purity of heart and that peace which passeth all understanding, March felt, as he list ened from the green depths of the garden, or sometimes stood aside on the street to let them pass, that the prayer was needless. Certainly here was an exquisitely pure and lofty faith, one in which one might live calmly and die strongly. In this friendly view he was much strengthened by acquaintance with certain of the brethren. March found himself liking them greatly, and in much the same way and for the same reasons that he liked men in the world. Indeed it was only in some little tricks of speech and dress that they enforced the difference, and though they could not entirely cloak in their conversation the broad charity, the serene faith, the intimate walk with God, which were the essentials of their creed, they never insisted upon them, and one learned from long acquaint ance only, the perfect manliness, the noble simplicity of their lives. They were not only admirable Christians ; 74 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. they were after their lights as March told himself with a perception of the humor of the phrase as applied to them, yet with a sense of its absolute truth chivalrous gentlemen. In other words, they met him in a measure on his own ground ; they spoke the universal language of courtesy. It is true that they used it a little shyly not as an unfamiliar tongue, but as if with a fear that their accent might not in every respect correspond to his but March found springing up between them and him, a kind of fraternity which ,was altogether pleasant. " You will be one of us mayhap yet. Brother March," ventured one of the younger brethren to him, as they came out of the church together one afternoon. " You admire our faith. You say you like the life. We shall look to see you join us some day." The young man smiled that waiting smile with which the deaf sometimes deprecate the answer they may fail to hear. " It is not likely, I fear, Conrad. The old Adam is a little strong in me still. You could hardly receive me consistently, and I certainly couldn't come to you with any kind of conscience," smiled March. " Besides, the world calls me yet. Moravianism is not for the young, I'm afraid, Conrad. When I'm older, I can't say. I might be glad of such a rescue from the world's troubles as you offer." " That is what they all tell us," returned Conrad Hied, with a deaf man's precise speech. " But we can hardly be expected to see it so. Moravianism is for every one ; that is what we say." " Ah, it is not for me! " " Nay, you may feel some time that it is. But we do not seek converts we wish no one who does not feel a A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 75 call. If you should ever feel the call, Brother March," pursued he, with his kindly smile, " we are here." March was unconscious how importantly his association with Constance affected her. He could scarcely imagine that it touched her relation to the Church; and even the Moravians who knew him best were loth to tell him. Of Mr. Keator's warning to her none but the elders and the eldresses were definitely informed, but the ungossiping, charitable community had its thoughts ; and its members were of course perfectly acquainted with the usual discipline in such cases, though it was seldom used. In what may consist the indefinable quality of hearti ness of manner, the lack of which pains us in friends and sets us agrate with acquaintances, is not so clear as the fact of its presence or absence. As to that no one can mistake. It is merely in the air, but the sense of it reaches us without putting it to the trouble, like carbonic acid gas, of giving us a headache; and yet we are usually glad to wait until the headache proves us right. March began to fancy that he felt the want of this vital con stituent of breathable social air. But though he was confident that something was missing from the former cordial bearing toward him of the people of the settle ment, the wanting thing was so impalpable that he was willing to believe he might be wrong, and he said to himself carelessly that at all events, if it existed, it might come to him, for he had no idea of going to it. If Dr. Van Cleef, whose long absence from his people had given him time to grow forgetful about their customs perhaps even unconsciously careless in pursuance of the strict letter of them experienced any thing of the same sort, it did not visibly trouble him ; and he would certainly 7 6 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. have been at a loss to find reason for it, since knowledge of the proceedings of the elders had been kept from him by Mr. Keator's wish. Constance would have been annoyed if she had observed that March was less well seen in the community whose members he had appeared to like so well ; yet, as she would not have treated him differently to win the good-will of ten times the number of persons in Judea for herself, she would not have done more to gain it for him. She was assured that her course was right not for Eugenia or Florence or Philomena, perhaps, but dis tinctly right for Constance ; and nothing save possibly her father's wish could have caused her to move from it. It was certainly a bitter trial of her resolution when, within a week of her visit to Sister Zelda, she was called quietly before several of the elders and gently questioned and admonished. She was only a girl , and though it was all done with as much care for her feelings as was con sistent with their duty, it was the cruelest ordeal through which she had ever passed. She remembered it as a nightmare ; and she never met afterward one of the elders who had put to her in a kindly voice what she felt to be odious questions, without a shudder. Her arraign ment had probed her heart, but she remembered proudly that they had not been suffered to know that. For she had not answered their questions, and the tremor had lain silent in her throat, not shaming her in her voice. The occurrence did not cause her to change her course; and this was not altogether because the spirit of com bative pride which spurs us all at times to do foolish things, out of mere opposition, was aroused. She bore herself toward March as she had borne herself prior to Mr. Keator's warning and the elders' admonition, A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 77 because if it was right to treat him with what seemed to her the courtesy due her father's guest then, it was not less right now. She had promised Mr. Keator, and she endeavored to make their association as little public as possible ; but save for this concession she kept calmly on her way not obstinately ; she hoped not vainglo- riously or in self-will. And March did not know. He had begun to think that he must go. Lincoln wrote that he was unexpectedly detained by business, and was not to be looked for within the week ; but March not unwillingly permitted one thing and another to detain him for a day or two, and presently Dr. Van Cleef fell ill. Dr. Click, who took his senior's place with his patients and consulted with him upon his own treatment, seemed not to think it a serious matter. Dr. Van Cleef had suffered other such attacks, though pos sibly none so severe. It would, nevertheless, be discourt eous to leave, and March remained, assisting as he might. Constance's acquaintance with these assaults was of long standing, and she had learned the wisdom of that instructed sympathy which is content to leave its object largely to the operation of quiet and proper medicines. She was apparently not alarmed. March was, therefore, offered freer rather than more limited opportunities of seeing her, and he improved them with proper gallantry. Her gardening, an employment which occupied many of her hours at this season, he usually found time to be present at. " What is it to-day ? " enquired he, as Constance emerged from the tool-house at the lower end of the garden on a certain afternoon. She was tying on an ample apron, and carried a trowel in her hand. 73 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " Roses. The lesson this afternoon will be in trans planting," said she, smiling, as she gave the strings of the apron a smart tug. " It's very good of you to let me be present at the demonstration." " That is not the Moravian idea," returned Constance, cutting with her trowel an opening in the soil for a rose. " I beg your pardon ! " " I say that is not the Moravian way of looking at it," repeated Constance, smoothing the earth thoughtfully about her plant. Her manner toward March, as has been said, was not changed. Having imagined a part, she was capable of supporting it to the ultimate point of vraisemblance, and she had determined, with a generous impulse of reparation for the affront, which Mr. March could not know, that he should guess nothing of it from her bearing. Upon her conversation, however, as apart from her manner, she could not always keep absolute watch, and these words had slipped from her unawares. " I don't know," said March, at length. " You have an intricate system, though your fundamental theory is so simple. But I don't believe the Moravian notion of courtesy differs greatly from the generally received one, does it ? " " I can't tell you. Yes it does in some ways." " What do you mean ? " She glanced hesitatingly at him. " Why, it's not in what one would call courtesy, exactly, that they differ certainly they would not name it so. It is a part of their system part of their theory, as you call it." " You say they ? " " They ? What do you mean, Mr. March ? " " You speak as if they were somehow separate. You A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 79 are one of them, are you not ? Surely you profess their faith ? " " I ! " cried Constance, turning upon her trowel as she set it in the path. " I scarcely understand. / a Mora vian." " Certainly." She bent her lustrous eyes upon him. "You don't think me a Moravian, Mr. March ? " " Surely." " Why, no ! " exclaimed she, with a little wondering smile, rising with the trowel in her hand. "No ! How could you think ? " His glance guided her to her costume. " Ah ! my dress ! Of course. How stupid of me ! But you didn't suppose that means any thing." March confessed to this innocence. " Why that that I wear for my father," she told him seriously. " But he surely he is a member of their Church ? " " Of course ! You didn't imagine ? Oh, you are very badly tangled, Mr. March." " I shall be glad if you will unravel me," said he. " Why, let me tell you," began the girl, seating herself on the stout monument of a recently felled tree, and balancing the point of the trowel on her knee. She recited the facts of her father's life as March already knew them from Lincoln. " My father married in New York, and out of his faith, of course. My mother was not a Moravian," concluded she. " But you ? . . . Pardon me ! " " Ah, you must tell me," cried the girl, sadly. " I fear I am prejudiced." " Perhaps," she answered, absently. Then continuing 6 8o A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " When my mother was dying she begged father to come back here ; she knew that his future happiness must be among his own people. And so it has been. Consider ing the extent of his offense, in their view, they received him they received us, very kindly. My father pur chased this place, and you see his life. About their little rules and observances he is more liberal, I think, for having been of the world so long ; but, in the main, Mr. Keator, himself, is not a more zealous Moravian. He loves the Church, though he broke away from it in his youth for a broader field, and in his old age the life here has become very dear to him. He is not expected to practice outside the settlement, you know ; but as he is not allowed to receive fees, they often call upon him from the country about, and he always goes. He is very happy in it all. At least why, it has pained him, of course, that I am not of his faith." " But outwardly ? " " I wear the dress, as you say," returned she, with a deeper melancholy, possibly, than she knew, " and some times I go to their church. I am even enrolled, I believe, as a probationary member of the congregation," con tinued she, with apathy. " But my heart is not in it. I have tried, oh, I have tried ! " she exclaimed, with sudden energy, and tears came into her eyes. " But I can't, I can't. Every thing in me revolts against it ! " " It seems a very pure and beautiful faith," depre cated March. " Oh, I know that so well ! " cried Constance, wearily. " I have told myself that very often. It is a capital refuge, is it not ? But I don't want a refuge. I want to live ! I should like to see, to do, to be ! " exclaimed she, rapturously. " I want to plunge into the midst of A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 8 1 things, not to shelter myself from them. Some time I might find this life the sweetest thing in the world. But now ah ! I long for experience ! " breathed the girl, with sparkling eyes. The pretty white coif looked hopelessly irrelevant ; the plain gray gown silently protested against these auda cious sentiments. " Experience sometimes bruises. It is often cruel," ventured her companion. " Oh, Mr. March, do you say that to the young sol dier ? Do you talk to him of wounds ? Do you fancy he cares for them ? He looks forward to action, to glory. He does not think of death," pursued she, with sympa thetic scorn. " I don't know. If he is wise, he looks over the ground, he takes things into consideration. " Constance glanced at him speculatively. " You don't believe that, Mr. March. I am sure you don't ! " " But if it is true ! " " Then I don't want to be wise. I want to be delight fully foolish," averred she, with joyous emphasis. " One can't look forward to a lifetime of this." She glanced with dislike at her dress and indicated the line of gro tesque roofs just visible above the shrubbery. " One's vow might bind one to verbal agreement that this village is the world ; but it's not. One's mind has its own geography, and even vows can't revise it." She tapped her trowel thoughtfully upon the stump. " Of course, I sympathize with you," said March, earnestly. " But you must see, that though you may be in the right, all the conditions conspire to put you in the wrong." 82 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " Oh, you don't like to aid and abet rebellion ! " cried she. " It's quite right ; I feel so myself. I am on the side of submission, however I may seem to contradict it. I deplore my ideas. I feel with regret that I am a rebel, and should like to suppress my insurrection. I am constantly leading out armies against it ; but thus far the rebel has the best of it. He appears to carry the stronger guns." " I think I should run up a flag of truce and hold a parley," laughed March. " I've tried that, but he has no respect for the laws of war. He keeps on firing. Seriously, Mr. March, you understand my situation. I would not leave my father, of course, if a hundred gates stood open to the world I long for. Yet I can not help wishing. We left New York, you see, just as I began to go out a little. If I had been brought here as a child I should have known nothing else, and might have been content. But I have had sight of the promised land, and I can not tell you how I wish to go down into it." She paused with a sad smile. " It seems wicked to be talking in this way. Father is so good ; and we should be so very happy if this wretched question of my faith and inten tion could be put away from between us. He thinks of it constantly, I know, though he will not urge me. But his very silence is a reproach, and standing before the two paths, I have drifted into one a little way from sheer remorse and sorrow for his feeling." " Why not go on in it ? It won't run directly to the Elysian fields, I'm afraid, but but I am presum ing" " Oh, no. But you haven't lived for a long time among these people, as I have. I remember that. It is A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 83 not strange that it seems so fine a thing to you. I thought so at first. But nothing could be so perfect as Moravianism appears. It is for the old." March remem bered, self-accusingly, what he had said to Conrad. " It has the quality of every faith that separates itself and asks renunciation of the world. It is sweetest to the world's victims, to the world's failures. You see, I am neither yet, Mr. March," said she, smiling with mournful humor. " You would like an opportunity to be ? " " I don't say that," she answered, slowly ; but I should like freedom to take the world as it comes to others. I can't accept the protection from it that these good people they are very good, Mr. March ; don't think I am blind to that could offer me. That is their compensation ; they have given up the world, but the world has surrendered its claim. They have escaped its pains by renouncing its joys. That is very well ; I only say that for me the reward is not high enough. I am not sure that, even if I could make up my mind to turn my back upon life, as you advise, I should be able to conquer my feeling about certain things. Oh, you don't know, Mr. March ! Think of the absurdity of separating the sexes in a community which does not forbid marriage. You can't fancy the stringency of their rules." " Perhaps not," said he, respectfully. " You know that the young men and women seldom encounter ; but can you imagine how all intercourse, even the innocent play of children, is abolished ? Why, Mr. March, if I were half as good a Moravian as you thought me, do you suppose I could sit here and talk with you ? " 84 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " I why .... March started and flushed. " I don't know. Why not ? " " Ah, that you must ask the spirit of the master-mind of the Church Count Zinzendorf," cried she, hastily, with her eyes fixed on the tip of her boot. She took up the trowel which she had laid by her side and began to play with it uneasily. She was regretting her impulsive question. March stared at her, bewildered. " I scarcely understand, Miss Van Cleef. Is this what you meant when you said ? Have I been trans gressing ? Is there ? Surely there can be no rule of the settlement which prohibits innocent conversation." Constance was pulling a rose to pieces with down cast eyes. She made it an elaborate operation, survey ing each petal critically before drawing it from the calyx, as if it might after all be the particular petal which ought not to be plucked. She did not look up as she answered, at length, " In in certain cases." She cast away the naked calyx impatiently, and strove to raise her eyes and confront his boldly, but a modest seizure defeated this, and she hurriedly fixed her glance on the hands she folded in her lap. " I don't see, Miss Van Cleef," cried March, in a mys tery. " I won't see. I should be afraid to believe what you seem to say. If But it is impossible, it is mon strous. Pray tell me what you mean," he begged, more calmly. " You can certainly make it plain with a word. Say that word, Miss Van Cleef. There can be no offense ; yet I must ask you to to assure me that there is none." He laughed painfully. " This is torturing. Speak ! Say that I am a dastard, if you will. There A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 85 will be others to say it, if it is true. I may better hear it from you." " You must go to the others, Mr. March," answered she, looking up at him with a brave smile. " You mis construe ; you misunderstand," she told him, with sad calm. " It is natural, but I can't explain," she went on, drearily. " I can tell you that you have done nothing unworthy of yourself. But I can not say anything to make it clear. It is too bad to have vexed you. I ought not to have spoken." She ceased quietly, with a note of contrition, and March regarded her for a moment, stupefied. " That is very well, Miss Van Cleef," he said, rousing himself at length. " I appreciate your feeling. But you can hardly expect me to remain satisfied with no more explanation." He rose suddenly. " I am going in search of information," he announced. " I wish you wouldn't." " I won't if you ask me not," he said, quickly. She observed him questioningly for an instant, and breathed a heavy sigh. Then she dropped her trowel and turned from him on the stump with the glitter of tears in her eyes. " Pray, go ! " she cried, brokenly. March glanced at her with compassion, and seemed about to speak. But he abruptly turned from her and went up the garden path with swift steps. CHAPTER VI. MARCH went out into the street silently basking in the afternoon sun, and, after a moment's hesitation, toward the church and the choir houses. They stood massively grouped at the end of the street with something the appearance of a castle that had not attained its full stature ; though turrets and flying buttresses, gargoyles and other proper architectural adornments were abund antly distributed, and, so far as they went, were genuine. The stone pile faced North and West, and half enclosed a species of court, in which was built a graceful little chapel, used as a temporary resting-place for the dead while awaiting burial in the beautiful plot beyond. March's intention seemed to volatilize in the sun light, for, having reached Mr. Keator's door, he surveyed it thoughtfully for a moment, and turning quickly away, walked back toward the paved approach to the court which he had just passed. It was cool in the dense shadow of the towering masonry as he went up the walk at the rear of the choir houses, but out in the ceme tery the low graves lay bright in the April warmth. The burial plot was surrounded by a paling painted a dazzling white. Ordinarily the gate was open, but March found it securely padlocked. There were other entrances, one of which was doubtless unfastened, but the young man's mood at the moment was not patient of hindrances, and, grasping two pickets firmly, he lifted himself over with an agile impulse. It was an absurd A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 87 manner of entering a graveyard, he felt ; but the touch of recklessness in the act was a vague relief to him. He went swiftly along one of the paths, kicking restlessly at the occasional twigs which had escaped the vigilant rakes of the brethren. The enclosure was called a cemetery, and this was cer tainly its use, but the casual glance would have sup posed it a scrupulously kept park. The evidences of its real character were neither profuse nor obtrusive, and one's feeling in alighting upon them would have been rather a surprised pleasure than the unreasoning chill that commonly shames one in the presence of like emblems. The slabs of slate lay above the graves, instead of stand ing to proclaim their presence, and the inscriptions upon them were meagre. Dense growths of thyme all but hid these modest records of good lives ; but nothing else was allowed to grow densely. The trees and shrubs were lopped back, and the sunshine was everywhere. The low paling did not emphasize the limits of the ground. There is no reason to suppose that there was a willow in the enclosure ; and one trusted the affirmation that the birds gathered more thickly here than elsewhere was something better than an engaging legend. In this pretty park much of the village leisure was spent. The housewives passed their infrequent vacant hours knitting and gossiping upon the numerous benches. They brought their children too, and let them play in the paths. No one who came to the place thought it need ful to bring a gloomy mood with him ; and this was both because the enclosure was so little like a burial plot, and because the Moravians harbor no mean and craven thought of death. Death to them is in the nature of a joyful culmination of years of placid preparing yet 88 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. not as an escape from life, which to their sense is a felicitous and grateful season, a long opportunity of gladness. March found the cemetery deserted. He seated him self on one of the benches and remained for some time gazing rather vengefully into vacancy. It was obvious that he had been guilty of an offence, an indiscretion, a mistake what one would ; but the nature of it was by no means so clear. Whatever its character, it was unfortunately certain that it touched Miss Van Cleef. He reflected that he might have gone away unconsciously stained by it ; and he was properly grateful for the acci dent which had kept him. There were doubtless numer ous persons who might resolve his difficulty ; indeed that might prove the least tolerable feature of his posi tion. Possibly the very boys held the key ; all the society might have been looking on at his stupidity wondering, waiting for him to learn his error. March felt like a blind man who has been suffered to walk steadily on toward an obstruction without warning from the gaping bystanders. He stared aimlessly at a young flowering shrub before him, which would be a gay point of color later, but now was only beginning to feel the amiable Spring in its juices, and doubtfully decorating itself with green, and wished he knew some one who could and would tell him all he wanted to know. A figure entered at one of the gates and passed spectrally before his preoccupied vision. As he went by, on a path beyond, March recognized him. He called his name, and Conrad Hied, turning with his ready smile, perceived him, and picking his way between the graves came over and stood before him. " You have been drawn here, also, Brother March ? A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 89 We all love the cemetery, but we would suppose you might find it lonely. Some do not have our thoughts of death, you know," apologized the young brother. " Conrad," said March, irrelevantly, " I want to ask you something ; or rather," smiled he, self-convictingly, " I want to know something which I don't greatly want to ask you." " It will be very pleasing " Sit down with me for a moment, Conrad. Tell me plainly " said he, sitting erect and turning toward him on the bench, " I know you hedge the relations of your brethren and sisters in a general way but do you pro hibit all intercourse ? frankly, do you forbid conversa tion between them ? " Conrad blushed painfully. " Not not exactly as you may say forbid we do not encourage it." " If you, as a postulant an intending priest of your Church were to see an unmarried brother and sister pause in the street below there to speak to each other, what would you think your duty ? " " I do not know," answered Conrad, doubtfully. " You put hard questions." " Oh, well, I don't look for soft answers, Conrad. I am merely engaged in a little hunt for truth. Let me make it easier for you : suppose you saw them repeat such an action ? " " I should feel it right to speak to Mr. Keator of it," replied the young man. " The rule seems clear, at all events," said March. " It is not what you could call a rule not that exactly," returned Conrad, hastening his slow speech ; " it is a custom." 90 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT "With the force of a rule." " Rule ? " inquired Conrad, straining to hear. " We have not any rule but love," said he, quaintly. " One would say rather that you have every rule but love." Conrad scrutinized his companion's face in distress. " I mean nothing to the discredit of your people," said March. " I intend to say that your customs do not encourage marriage." " Oh ! " exclaimed Conrad, his round, deep-set eyes brightening with comprehension. "But we wish to encourage marriage." " By keeping a high wall between your men and women ? " " Is it possible that you do not know, Brother March ? " " What ? " " Our mode of forming what the world calls ' engage ments.' ' " I think I should like to know, Conrad," said March, with a note of deeper seriousness in his voice ; and rising nervously, he stood in the gravel path confront ing the young brother. "Our marriages are made by lot," said Conrad, look ing up at him anxiously from his lower height. " I thought you knew that." " By lot ? Do you mean ? Why, what do you mean, Conrad ? " cried March, stupidly. Conrad put his hand to his ear. " Lot ? Yes, lot. It seems as if it was quite simple to us. We have known it so long, perhaps. When one of the brethren wishes to marry, the Eldress of the Sin gle Sisters' Choir presents a list to the Conference. The lot tells us which sister our Lord wills to be his wife ; or A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 91 if the brother should feel a preference the lot is first tried for the sister that he names. That is all." " That is a great deal," commented March, briefly. " Yes, it seems strange to you, Brother March, I sup pose," said Conrad, regarding him with a questioning smile. " It is very dear to us to most of us. Some times the young people find it hard ; but in the end they most always bear the yoke without much complaint. It is their training, I should guess. We are taught to sub mit ourselves from the first, and it conies easy after awhile. If their wishes stand in the way of our Saviour's will, they generally feel it a privilege to subdue them. They are not forced to, of course, but they feel it a call a direct call, as you might say ; and they mostly obey." " But the two do not know each other. It is like a royal marriage or a Turkish marriage." " That may be ; I do not know about them. But the folks concerned belong to the same society ; they do not differ much in their feelings. As to their knowing each other, it is true that we can not countenance that ; but I have heard," continued Conrad, quizzically, "that even in the world folks mostly do not know those they marry. They know their husks, as you might say. And our brethren and sisters know that ; they see each other in church. But summering and wintering, as the saying is : that is the only sure test." Conrad rose and stood beside his companion with his instant smile. " They tell us so," returned March, glancing medita tively at the involved melody of the name of an Indian convert inscribed on a stone behind the bench. He took Conrad's arm and they walked together down the path. 92 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 11 1 suppose you know that you have surprised me, Conrad," he said, " but you can't fancy how much. I never heard of any thing of the kind before. I I've not been counting upon it. It opens long vistas of reflec tion. I've scarcely entered them yet. I could not tell you all I think." " You must not think any thing unpleasant of us, Brother March." " You may be sure that I shall not." " We do not usually speak of these things to the peo ple who come to us from outside. They do not see them as we do. Their eyes look another way. I sup pose most eyes look different ways ; we try to make allowances for that. But I thought I ought to tell you." " Why me, Conrad ? " The young Moravian gave him the vacant look of the deaf. " Why tell me more than another ? " repeated March. " You ? Oh I do not know. You was asking, was you not ? " " I asked about your customs among the unmar ried ? " " Well, that was it. You seemed interested." " I was. It explains a great deal." " Yes, I suppose. I felt it was right to make it clear to you. You have always looked at us friendly, as you might say. You would never have us in derision like some. I thought you ought to know," he repeated, inconclusively, and turned his troubled face away. March stopped short in the path, and taking his com panion's shoulder, brought him gently to face him. " Conrad, you mean more." A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 93 The brother bowed his flaxen head, and the crimson dyed his fair German skin. " Do not, Brother March." " I must. I want the truth now. You have all stood by and let me go on making a fool of myself before you too long. I don't know what I've done. I'm not con scious of any wrong. But if there is one, let me know, that I may remedy it, or at least meet you fairly. This blundering in the dark is intolerable. Don't think that keeping the light from me is a charity ; it's a cruelty. You have the light, Conrad. Show it me." " I would rather not, Brother March." " Then there is something. You admit that." " N no, not exactly. There is nothing that you are wrong in. I meant to tell you ! " cried Conrad, in dis tress. " That is true. But I can not now. Indeed, I ask your pardon, Brother March, for not having been more fair with you, as you might say. I did almost deceive you, I suppose. I can not see as it is much better just not to tell the truth than to speak falsely. But I could not tell you ; I did not know how you would take it, and anyway, it was not for you to trouble about it." 'Not for me? I don't understand. For whom, then ? " " Oh, I must not say." March turned impatiently and walked on. " You are right, Conrad. You are not fair." Conrad was sadly silent. He took off his broad hat and mopped his forehead. They walked on for a moment without speaking. As they went into one of the narrow, tributary paths, the blare of trumpets smote the air, and a funeral concourse appeared at the further end of the avenue next them. March remembered he had 94 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT, heard the band's harmonious requiem for a death, from the church tower, a day or two before. A young girl was apparently to be buried, for, behind the musicians, eight maidens, preceded by the Eldress of their Choir, walked beside the bier. Their white raiment, which was not less the costume of the mourners behind, was delicately inter pretative of the current sense of the event. Even the usual colored ribbon which fastened the cap was dis placed, in the case of those most directly interested, by a tie of white. The two young men drew aside and watched the sol emn procession. Arrived at the grave, the company separated as usual ; the men taking their stand upon one side, the women remaining upon the other. The trumpets ceased as the bearers deposited the pall by the grave, and a sweet soprano raised her voice in a hymn which all presently joined in singing. In the trees above, the robins maintained their own chirruping chorus, and one of them which had been running along near the open pit, dipping noisily at the humid earth, perched confidently upon the coffin, which stood a little removed from the gathering, and twittering for an instant in the face of the mourners, swept on a fresh flight through the balmy morning air. March touched Conrad's arm, and, by a mutual impulse, they withdrew silently by the path up which they had come, while the sad, final words, in Mr. Keator's gentle voice, followed them through the still ness. Both were moved by the incident ; in its light their colloquy cheapened and faded, so that recurrence to the subject of it seemed a kind of impropriety. As they paused outside the gate furthest from the church, "Are you going to the Gemcin Hans ? " asked Conrad. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 95 " I don't know. It's Easter-even, isn't it ? Yes." " Do not." " What ? " " Do not," repeated Conrad, precisely. March regarded him with interest for a moment. " Explain yourself, Conrad," he said, calmly. Conrad glanced about him in doubt. " I would rather not, Brother March," returned he. " You have said that before." " I know it ; I can not help it," cried he, wringing his hands. " You can scarcely expect me to heed an unreasoned request like that," he told him, gravely. " Caesar him self refused to do that," he added, with forced lightness. " I was afraid it would be this way," exclaimed the young man. " I do not know what I can say." " You might tell me what you mean, for one thing," said March, kindly. " I do not see how I can," moaned Conrad. March moved nearer and confronted him. " Is it wrong that I should be there ? What is it ? " " No, I can not rightly say that." " There is no danger, surely ? " " No, no oh, no ! " he answered, wearily. " Conrad," demanded March, with weight, " is it not my duty to be there ? " " Oh, I don't know ! " cried he, with helpless honesty. " You might think so." " Then come," said March, briefly. 7 CHAPTER VII. FROM the high stoops that clung against the sides of the dwellings, groups variously assorted and characterized were issuing. All were on their way to the church, but the fact seemed not to invite special clothing of body or self-consciousness. The families from which the absence of young men and women was noticeable chat ted with serene gayety. The children, though as blithe some as profaner little people, were not boisterous, and all moved down the village street at a gait of peaceful ease. At the entrance to the comely church of blue limestone the talk suddenly ceased, and the clusters separating with silent precision, the men and women entered by their respective doors. The congregation was still gathering when March and Conrad came in and seated themselves near the entrance among the benches allotted to their sex. Conrad's face wore a far-away look that strove to be purely devotional. March gave himself up for the moment to observation of the clumps of twos and threes advancing along the women's aisle with a reverent thoughtfulness in their eyes that might have lent a glamour to duller faces. The door gave at length before the touch of a young girl, at sight of whom March's face faintly lighted. Constance paused a moment to remove a wrap, and the congrega tion seemed at once aware of her presence by the kind of clairvoyance, in which even the decorous Moravian con- A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 97 sciousness will sometimes forget itself. An occasional matron stirred uneasily in her seat and would not turn, several of them did turn, and the children looked around to a child. As she took her way up the bare, sanded path between the benches, the eyes that had ruled them selves until she was within seemly vision, followed her to her seat near the front with kindly curiosity. After she had taken her place certain eyes pursued her with unsat isfied but always tender interest. The glances, of what ever character, had a touch of compassion. The doors opened on either side simultaneously, and orderly bands of young men and women filed up the two aisles and swiftly found their seats. The widows, who presently entered together, were not distinguished in dress from those with whom the conjugal tie was unbroken, save by the white cap ribbons. The scene was of a curious picturesqueness. Dark ness had begun to fall, and a vague and reluctant light glimmered from the sperm-oil lamps, and cast itself in narrow patches upon the congregation. In the corners it was shadowy enough for the children to imagine ghosts, and indeed certain spectral figures flitted in this region from time to time, which might very well have been the disembodied spirits of the placid brethren of an earlier day. Where the light dwelt brightly it commonly showed a face from which the Moravian life seemed to have puri fied earthly grossness. Doubtless the simple beauty of attire may have had a share in this effect certainly among the women. Their dress was not intentionally uniform ; there was no invariable society garb. But individual taste failed rather pathetically within the limits imposed by the use of quiet colors, and the scanty variety of fabrics brought to the unworldly village by the 98 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. semi-weekly stage. So, though there were trifling idio syncrasies of costume, as futile as the fashion of wearing the beautiful neckdress common to all, or the manner of belting the waist such things as no woman, not in fact translated, ought to be asked to forego there resulted a certain sameness of apparel. Yet it was clearly the prettiest dress in the world, and that must have been a vain spirit which could wish to meddle with the essentials of its monotony. Looking down the aisle now, before the beginning of the service, March admired for the hundredth time its courageous primitiveness. In the uncertain light the pure caps and kerchiefs attracted the lamp glow, making a radiance about themselves ; and they were grateful points in the mystery of the centre of the church which the illumination failed to reach. The wind instruments bleated gentle announcement and Mr. Keator pushed open a door and came upon the platform, followed by a company of elders and eld- resses. As they took seats with him, the music caught a bolder note and swelled into one of Haydn's harmonies. When it was finished the pastor rose and read a chapter from St. Paul in the gentle voice whose just accents nevertheless reached his remotest hearer. The singing which followed was alternate between the men and women, relieved, occasionally, by the choir. Mr. Kea- tor's reading of the Litany was not mere elocution, but a fervent prayer, and the simple ritual took new meaning from his earnestness. His sermon was delivered from a meagre collection of notes to which he returned from time to time as he spoke to his people. It had the direct eloquence of conversation ; it was rather a talk than an harangue. He argued, persuaded, sympathized ; he rehearsed the Easter story and made its application A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT, 99 to their lives. He seemed talking in secret with each of the souls that looked up at him through rapt eyes. It was not a formalist, not a man doubtful of his faith, uncommissioned to his office, who spoke with them. His manner had the uncounterfeitable quality of conse cration. As he finished, Mr. Keator retired behind the plain deal table which was pulpit and lecturn for this plain band of Christians, and leaning his crutch against it bal anced for a moment on his out-spread finger-tips in a kind of sad dreaminess. With a start he returned to memory and rather awkwardly gave out the final hymn. During the singing of this the congregation, which had listened, to the sermon, forgetful of temporal matters of immediate interest, grew curiously restless. A single, magnetic sense, too volatile for analysis, often pervades large gatherings. It is not a thing which a spectator can define, but his perception of its existence is not to be argued .with ; perhaps even the members of such bod ies could not always interpret their emotion. The,sub- conscious sentiment stirring this company, was, perhaps, one of expectancy. As the song ended and the quiver ing Amen rose in chorus, Mr. Keator stepped forward with an uncertain look that at once besought aid and proudly put it away; but instead of raising his hands above his flock for benison he took his former attitude at the table and stood for a moment glancing undeterm- inedly about and leaning heavily on his crutch. His eyes told over the men and women before him one by one ; they circled round the dim-lit church twice, but refused to inform him of a certain corner directly beneath him. He seemed at length to compel himself to look, and his gaze challenged Constance's face, wistfully. TOO A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. She was either unconscious of his glance or would not betray her perception of it, and the minister turned away, wearily. He gave a mild cough and made as if he would begin to speak, but his usual pallor sensibly deepened and he went back to Elder Weiss, who sat next the pastoral chair, and appeared to entreat him. The Elder nodded, and coming forward took his place, while Mr. Keator, seating himself with the aid of his crutch, regarded the scene in a species of anxious apathy. The ready confidence of the Elder was in contrast with the minister's manner. He was seemingly not harassed by sentiment of any kind, but, launching a glance toward Constance, moved glibly into his vicarious undertaking. The people listened with unconcealed eagerness. " Our pastor and brother," he began, " does not feel equal at the moment to the discharge of his painful duty. Christ, whose cross he bears in these regions, sees fit to chasten him, and he does not enjoy the health that most of our dear brethren and sisters are blessed with." His look dwelt with unconscious complacency for an instant on his own sleek form ; then he pursued fluently : " The Conference had a hard question brought before it at its last session. I suppose we might say it is owing to the presence of a stranger in our settlement." A flutter of excitement passed over the congregation, to the subtle flattery of which Elder Weiss was not dead. " We can not blame him," he went on, apparently finding the orator's reward in his work. " I should suppose we hardly had the right. He is probably ignorant of some features of our system and we ought to give him the ben efit of the doubt. We are taught that when circumstan ces bring to our knowledge one of Christ's children he should at once become estimable and dear to us. But of A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. IOI course we must protect ourselves. That we shall do by measures among our flock. As for him," said the Elder, largely, " we desire only to state the facts, believing that he will feel to do the right thing." Then, pausing a moment to recover from the colloquial lapse of his last phrase : " But our chief business on this eve of our Sav iour's resurrection is not with him. Sister Constance Van Cleef," he commanded, raising his voice and throw ing into it an awful reproof, " you will please rise." Constance, who had been regarding him with amaze ment, now stared at him in helpless horror. Surely he could not mean it. The instant during which she hesi tated seemed to March an eternity. He expected her to rise and leave the church. He could imagine how she would do it. Instead he saw her slip off the mantle with which she had covered herself, as if she had taken a resolution, and rise mechanically out of its folds. The calm, steadfast gaze with which she confronted Elder Weiss seemed to March wholly admirable. The Elder's demand was stricken under it with commonplace. It might have been a tragedy, but her passionless face seemed to say that she had come prepared for just this ordeal. Nothing else upheld this supposition, however, and March knew sadly its error. When the Elder had first called upon her he had not obeyed his inclination in keeping his seat ; and he beheld marveling the proud motions of the girl which made assistance ridiculous. Ah, yes ! Lady Amprey was right. She knew very well whither she was going. The Elder stood hesitating before her manner and she glanced swiftly over the large gathering. The people met her gaze with looks of min gled accusation and pity, and she turned at once from them and waited for the Elder to go on, with still hauteur. 102 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. Before this the company visibly humbled. She was indeed a sumptuous figure as she stood motionless in the wan glare of the lamps above her. Her erect, daunt less attitude clothed the Moravian garb for the moment with an especial dignity and significance ; and March, who had once said to himself that she was not pretty, wondered at his fatuity. For the space of the few rapid seconds that passed before Elder Weiss continued, she was something infinitely finer. " It is upon you, Sister Van Cleef," pursued the Elder, " that reproof falls. We can not expect so much from a stranger, though we mean that he shall understand our rules ; but those within the fold can not plead ignorance. It is with them, and with every one of them, that the cause of Christ here upon earth, in however small degree, rests ; and they can not evade their sacred charge." The Elder warmed with his eloquence : " It is a blessed priv ilege, but it has its responsibilities. One of these we understand to be obedience to the Church. The Church's laws spring purely from the word of God. They aim to fulfill his will here in this temporary state as far as we can learn it, and you, Sister, however you may have fallen into the wrong, will not deny that it is your duty to obey your Saviour's commandments. A whole series of these, as the Church interprets them, relates to mar riage." His hearers started. " I shall speak plainly. The concern and even the presence of a stranger must not affect our usual way in these matters. " When your father, Brother Van Cleef who we learn with regret is unwell received Mr. March " a keener quiver of agitation ran through the assembly at this open mention of the name, and Constance shuddered uncon trollably " into his house as a guest," pursued the A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 103 Elder, placidly, " we did not object. Our theory as to strangers and respecting the proprieties of hospitality partly restrained us. If your own position toward the Church, however, Sister Van Cleef, had been more clearly denned, we should not have hesitated. These considera tions would have been overriden, and Mr. March would have been taken to the tavern, or permitted to dwell for the time with some brother not having a young woman in his household." The Elder paused, as if to emphasize the crudity of this mode of statement, and here and there a head turned and glanced sympathetically at March. When this exor dium had begun he had sat listening fearfully, with a memory of Conrad's warning ; as Elder Weiss named him to her, he clutched his companion's knee in silent anger. He heard him now through a stupor in which he could not command his immobile limbs, nor turn away the eyes which bent upon the Elder in concentrated out rage. " You have declined," the Elder went on, " to asso ciate yourself with the Choir of Single Sisters ; and though you are a probationary member of the Church and wear our dress, you do not regularly attend our meetings. You have, therefore, not been held by the Conference to a strict accountability as our dear sisters of the full communion. Your association with the young men of the settlement of your own age has not been especially hindered except by your father's judgment, though in this we must fairly own that you have not hitherto overstepped. But for our own protection, as I have said, we must set a limit, and in the case as to which I am now speaking, we have felt bound to. Our dear pastor," said he, turning to Mr. Keator, whose face, 104 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. however, was hidden by his hand, and who stretched one arm toward him imploringly, " was instructed by the Conference to warn you. This, as you know, he did. You have fully understood, and you have gone on per sistently audaciously, I may say in the face of the Church's commands. We have no alternative. Your relation with this young man may mean nothing or not ; we do not know. But the example which it holds up before the young people " here he turned to the class designated, as they sat grouped on either side the aisle behind her " is dangerous in the extreme. Moreover, the Church has especial ordinances, as you know, apply ing to strangers. One of these forbids the marriage of a member of the society with a stranger, another clandes tine betrothals. Now we ' The girl, who up to this time had stood bravely con fronting him with haggard fixity, sank abruptly in an impotent heap to the bench. " Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! " she moaned, in anguish. The congregation waited, breath less. Her head fell forward and some of the sisters near sprang toward her compassionately, thinking her faint. As they clustered about the bench, however, she leaped up with a hard, dry sob, and waving them off with broken queenliness took her way swiftly down the sanded aisle. On the steps without she encountered March. CHAPTER VIII. CONSTANCE would not recognize the bitter, angry tears, through which she looked bravely at him. March came quickly up to her and took her hand, with eager sym pathy. " Don't mind it, Miss Van Cleef. It was horrible, but you will keep your courage. The sun is still shining ; the earth continues to revolve. Things seem black and strange to you, I suppose, but they are the same, and you you are the same. Do you think that what one man may say can really change you to yourself or others ! " He spoke rapidly, with no care for his logic. His aim was simply to console her, and her grateful glance helped him to believe himself momentarily successful. As he released her hand, she murmared, beseechingly, " Take me home ! " They went swiftly down the porch together, and along the street to the dwelling of Dr. Van Cleef. March cast furtive, pitying looks at her. Her suffering painted itself sadly upon her face, but she did not speak. In the anguished moments that lengthened between them he yearned toward her with an impulse of compassion that unsexed their relation of young man and young woman, and was almost like the lofty mother-tenderness. Before her home the girl paused, looking up at the 106 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. door with an infinite melancholy in her streaming eyes. Then she turned away with a shudder, and convulsively seized his arm. " Oh ! I can not ! Let us go away ! Let us get out of sight ! " March drew closer the arm she had unconsciously placed in his, and went forward with decision. She thanked him for the assumption of protection and leader ship with a look, and kept pace with his quick strides, as if she had lost all will, or was glad to merge it for the moment in his. His gaze dwelt upon her again in sor rowful sympathy, and, suddenly glancing up, she took it upon her face like a hot breath, and turned away with warm cheeks. " Miss Van Cleef, will you be my wife ? " " No, Mr. March," he heard her whisper. She did not turn her head. They went on in conscious silence. They found them selves seated at last on a bench in the cemetery in the face of the young moon. The loneliness of the place was grateful to Constance ; it seemed to brood about her as a defending cloud. She sat regarding the spare lunar crescent stonily, though from time to time in uncontroll able anguish she wrung the hands clasped in her lap. The day was in those last moments which are neither light nor darkness. The earth gristled and blackened, then was bright again in patches of gray, then once more hesitantly black. " Ah, why, why should they be so cruel ? What right had they ? " cried Constance. March, who had received much illumination within the past hour, was silent. He could put his own offence out of the way, but he found it difficult to talk of hers. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 107 " It was Elder Weiss," she said, more calmly, after a moment. " I must not speak so harshly of the people. They are every thing that is good." " They mean to be." " Yes, yes ; and when one thinks of it no, I can't go so far." " One may be too generous," said March, quickly. " Yes, but one may so much more easily be too selfish and narrow-sighted," returned she, with a smile which cheered March in spite of its wanness. " In a way, I almost deserve it. I brought it on myself. I would not heed the warning. Yet what wrong had I done ? We need not speak of it. I don't see how we can," she told him, with a faint blush, " but we understand you understand." She stopped suddenly. "It was cruel." " No, it was just. I ought to suffer. If I had done as my father wished, if I had become a faithful Moravian like himself, like Mr. Keator, it would not have hap pened. It is a judgment. I should have listened to warnings, I suppose. I should. . . . No, I should not," exclaimed she, with sudden conviction. " Why should I ? How should I ? They asked too much. They were rude ; they were insulting. They are now. Ah, could any thing be worse than that scene ? " She burst into hysterical tears at length and hid her face in her handkerchief. It was evidently for March to take the generous view. " It is as we look at it," consoled he. Constance choked back a sob and raised her head. " There is only one way of looking at it. Do you think the outrage, the horror of it will not always remain with me ? Do you fancy that the picture of Elder Weiss io8 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. standing there and stabbing me moment after moment with his quiet, wicked words will ever leave me ? I know Mr. Keator did not mean him to go so far ; the congre gation may have thought him too hard. But does that make it easier ? I feel as if I had been dragged through the streets like the poor wretches in the Reign of Terror ; as if all that was most sacred to me, had been turned open to a mob. Oh, it was too shameful ! " She paused for a moment. " And I can tell it to you ! " mused the poor girl. " That is only a part of the shame. I have no longer any reserves. There is no corner of my heart into which the world has not the right to pry." " Miss Van Cleef, Miss Van Cleef, pray don't do pen ance to your imagination in that way ! " She looked at him thoughtfully as she wiped her eyes. " You think I exaggerate. How is it possible to mag nify such a thing ? " " By letting others see how much it seems to you," said March, seriously. " Don't you see that it really means nothing for any one, but but us, Miss Van Cleef ? If we do not find it beyond remedy, others can not. They have not the right. It is our position toward it that determines the quality of the offence. It outrages you, of course. I assure you that my own feeling about it is strong enough, but " " Forgive me, Mr. March. I have been making you listen to my tirades about myself, forgetting your feeling. And it has hurt you, too ! Strange that I never thought of that. To you it must be even worse. Ah, shall we never get to the end of the shame of it ! " " At once, Miss Van Cleef, if you will. It is really, as I say, only a question of our attitude ; and I have pro posed an attitude. You refused to assume it. Will you A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 109 not reconsider your determination ? Miss Van Cleef," he begged, " will you not be my wife ? " " It is impossible that we should talk of that, Mr. March," said she, with the dignity which even in this strait did not abandon her. Then after a pause she added, with emotion, " I see how you feel that you are bound to offer me that resource. It is good of you. Believe me, I appreciate it. I think I see my position quite plainly, and it is certainly distressing enough. But it is not so bad as that. Surely, if it is as you say, we can live it down alone, and it would be wicked to sacri fice two lives to it." " I did not say it would be a sacrifice, if I may speak for one of them," urged March, quietly. " No, I know you did not. But what reason is there but this for a marriage between us ? " She struggled to say it judicially ; her blush, however, would not be repressed. "And this, as I say," she stammered, " is not a reason." " It is the best of reasons. Miss Van Cleef, I do not pretend that I am in love. Heaven knows the hints of that man were false enough. We have been much together. He built upon that, I suppose. But there has been no love-making, I think. We have understood each other excellently, have we not ? " This was not the fashion in which her fancy had taught her she should be wooed, and her woman nature shrank from the bald truth of these statements. But her reason instantly condemned her, and she obliged herself to take her hands from her face and let him see her crimson cheeks. " All that would come in time," he went on. " We are accustomed to practicing the amenities. There are some 110 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. things we can depend upon each other for. I don't see why we should be unhappy." He made this argument with the conscientious fullness of an advocate who feels that he has an obligation to make his plea complete, whatever the infirmity of his cause. The flush kept Constance's cheek. " You are extremely generous, Mr. March," she said, with a nervous smile. " You dramatize your inclination as an opponent, and argue against it wonderfully well. But I must not let myself be led away by such sophistry. As sophistry it's very good," she told him, with twinkling eyes. " It's so good that it may even be in process of deceiving its author. There is the more reason, there fore, that one of us should try to keep her feet." " But" " I can never thank you sufficiently," she said, cutting in dexterously, with instant seriousness. " But you will imagine my gratitude. Yes, do, please, and we will not speak of this again. A woman at her worst must be allowed her right of decision in matters like this, you know," concluded she, with a smile of finality ; and at this assertion of girlish prerogative she seemed to gather herself together. It was slowly growing dark, and the slender moon began to make a dim radiance in the open place where they sat. The low-lying grave stones did not show clearly through the shrubbery in the waning light, and one could not be asked at this time to think the place any thing but a highly successful park. March could not avoid a thrill of relief at her definite statement. It seemed to him that he discharged his con science, in making this offer with proper urging of its advantage ; it was obviously supererogatory to desire A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. Ill her acceptance. If he consented to set a knife dangling above his head, he could not be expected to long that it should fall. As Constance sat observing the moon when she had ceased speaking, this figure, as expressing a young man's sense of her affirmative answer to an offer of marriage, might certainly have appeared harsh. Her fine head, which was faintly turned from him, made a charming effect in curves, and the perfect outline of her face was prettily cut against the meagre light. But, as he had said, and now reassured himself, he was not in love with her ; and this is a thing which is so clearly a matter of taste that no one should think of disputing about it. He said nothing in answer to her, and it was Con stance who finally commented lightly, " Isn't it absurd ? " " Probably," answered March, laughing. " What ? " " Why, that we should be sitting here in this prosaic, unembarrassed way. I can't imagine how it has hap pened." To March the frankness of this seemed uncommonly admirable. It banished self-consciousness from the world and exiled shyness, while at the same moment it delicately instructed the observant listener that both banishment and exile were swiftly revocable. " One would think we didn't understand the proprie ties of such an occasion. It is a very embarrassing one, Miss Van Cleef, is it not ? " he asked, smiling. " Not if we don't make it so," answered Constance, crit ically. " Ah, that's it ! As I say, it's all in the view." The reader, who occasionally finds something not 8 112 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. wholly congruous in the attitude of this pair toward serious facts, is begged to condone their foible. With March, at least, his unfailingly cheerful outlook was a kind of creed ; one would have said that he kept a supply of buoyancy in such portable vats as those in which Gulliver's professor proposed to bottle sunshine, and charged himself, if one might call it so, at frequent intervals. "You are so good, Mr. March," returned Constance. " It is very kind to help me find a bright side to it all. But you can't give me a new disposition, can you ?" inquired she, suddenly turning toward him with a half smile. " No, I think not. I have tried to take it your way. But I can't. I'm afraid it must make a difference to others than us. Nothing, I suppose, affects only those apparently concerned. We live in so large a world, and touch it at so many points. Why, a crack in the ice it radiates in all directions, but it might start with one's foot. Even when one is only suspected of wrong," pursued she, with less calm, reddening faintly, " and is quite, quite in the right, the consequences are more than one could think. It is as well for men to talk so. They must believe it, and it is a pleasant way to see it. But it's not a woman's way, and it can't be. You don't know what you ask." " I think I do now," returned March, earnestly. " I'll even agree with you up to a certain point. One forgets easily enough that he is really talking to a million years or so of tradition when he talks with a woman, and I fell into the error," he said, quizzically. " But you are committed already as to our own fortunate attitude, and I warn you that I shall hold you to it. Having found the beautiful bravery to make so little of this which A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 113 might excusably have been made so much of, you can't recede. I shan't allow it, Miss Van Cleef." " Miss Million Years," corrected she, gayly, but her lips trembled a little. He gave a light laugh. " You have a dreadful way of applying things person ally," he said. She had been absently twisting her handkerchief about her fingers. Tightening its lines with emphasis, she rose hastily. " Isn't that arbutus ? " she asked, and one might have thought that it genuinely concerned her ; " it looks like the leaf." She crossed the broad way along which the bench was placed and stooped in one of the lateral paths. March followed her. " It wasn't," she announced, as he came up, " but there is usually a great deal about here. I don't think I ever hunted for it by moonlight. Let us try." She was not accurate, since the sun's light had not entirely faded ; yet it was evidently not daylight. They turned aside from the path and walked together among the thinly ranked trees. There were no graves in this part of the cemetery. Their feet seemed to make a great noise in the dead leaves, and as neither spoke, Constance presently found an inexplicable relief in causing those over which she passed to rustle louder. She often stooped in the fading light to bend a green tuft that rose from the desert of brown leaves, with a skillful motion. From time to time she unearthed tiny sprigs of the flower, and exultingly took the two or three bells of pink, with their characteristic background of decay and freshest green, to her nostrils. 114 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. They came in a moment upon a cleared space, dotted with mounds of leaves, which had fallen after the last autumn raking, and had now been neatly gathered by the brethren. All the remaining light availed here, and with the growing radiance of the moon, shone upon an open from which the tender pink of the arbutus, half veiled by its leaves, looked shyly up at them. Constance fell upon it with a raptured exclamation, and plucked greedily for a few moments in silence. March stood watching her. She rose at length and picked her way carefully through the gemmed bed to one of the mounds on the other side the clearing. She seated herself on the yielding pile and March took one of the heaps near her. It was not chilly in the glade, though the unpositive warmth of the day had left nothing. that gave a distinct impression of heat. The Spring reached March afe he sat idly flirting the arbutus with his stick, and furtively observing Constance, through a nameless and novel zest in the air, which he found a charm the more to know that he could not put his finger on it. " Perhaps I am a little greedy," said Constance. She sat erect on the soft dais opposite him, and held up a thick, odorous bunch. " I don't think the flowers object. They are glad to be plucked by a lover." " I meant as to yourself." " I shall be satisfied with a nosegay for my coat." " You know I came out here for rebellion," she said, irrelevantly. " I hadn't thought. But I've bought up all the guilt in the matter, if there is any, and I warn you I shall hold the shares at fabulous rates." The lingering day abruptly died ; a faint breeze swept A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT, 115 over the thick-sown fields of petals. Through the cir cular opening in the trees above the moon gleamed coldly. Constance shivered and rose. For a moment she stood quite still in sad musing, and presently she suffered the bouquet in her hand to fall with an absent motion. " You have dropped the flowers," said March, rising to restore them to her. " Yes, I know." " You don't want them ? " " No." Her tone was listless, not contemptuous, and she kept her place, in meditation. " Come, Mr. March," said she, at length, with sudden effort. " It is late enough even for rebellion." She compelled a weary smile of gayety to her lips, and led the way out of the cemetery. There was no one in the street but the gray-headed watchman with his staff and lantern, who passed them, softly humming a hymn. As they went into the house his husky bass warned from the thither end of the town : " The clock is eight ! To Judea all is told, How Noah and his seven were saved of old." March and Constance stood in the open doorway waiting silently for his last note. As the old man's voice died away she whispered, indicating, " There is a good fire in the parlor. I must go up to father." She looked toward him a moment with trembling lips. " Ah, what will he say ? " cried she. Then turning from him with a swift nod she ran noise lessly up the stair. CHAPTER IX. HER aunt met her outside the door with her finger on her lips, and Constance shrank back with a sudden fear. " What is it! Is he worse ? " " I am afraid so," answered Miss Cynthia, in hushed tones, and as she came near Constance saw new, haggard lines in her face. " He had an attack after you left. It was very severe. Dr. Click has been with him a long time. No, no, you must not yet ! " exclaimed she, in a hasty whisper, as Constance attempted to pass her. " Why not ? Can I not see my father ? It is my place, aunt," she said, in a tone that Miss Cynthia would not ordinarily have questioned. " Not now, my child ! Not now ! You would only disturb him. I am not in the room myself. Doctor only lets me watch him from the alcove and give him his medicine. What is the matter, Constance ? You look worn and excited." Miss Cynthia glanced doubtfully at the girl through her spectacles. Constance turned away without replying. " I might have done something if I had been here ! " was the interior cry that tortured her. Grief is uncon sciously egotistical in its first moments. " When can I see my father ? " asked she, coldly, as she faced her aunt. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 117 " I can not tell you. After a while. It is most im portant that he should not be excited just now. Con stance, you believe that I would not pain you needlessly," said she, more softly. " You will call me ? " was the girl's only answer, as she turned toward her room. " Yes, my dear." These two had never come very close. The uncom mon endearment touched Constance, and with a quick impulse she returned and kissed her aunt. " We must support each other," she said. " There is no one else." She hushed Miss Cynthia's sudden burst of grief. " Now it is you, aunt ! " whispered she, with joyless lightness ; but a quick, sickening horror seized her. The rarity of Miss Cynthia's tears made them notable. At this critical time they were a luxury burdened with meaning. "Oh! why do you cry?" Constance choked a sob. " Let me go, aunt ! Let me go ! " she gasped, in a fright still only half familiar to her. She went swiftly to her room and flung herself upon the bed in mortal anguish. For a space she lay weeping and bemoaning herself like any woman. Her tears ceased suddenly at last. She rose resolutely, and going to her mirror, removed her mantle, and quickly wiped her eyes. Then with a series of those dexterous touches, the art of which, fortunately, no crisis loses to a woman, she repaired the ruin which had overtaken her hair, smoothed her crumpled dress, and walked firmly down stairs. The wisdom of that arrangement of human affairs which forces attention to the cogs and oil-cups of life's engine while the main machine is convulsed by a supreme disaster, Il8 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. has been often celebrated ; and it was the hope of a pos sible refuge in one little duty as well as her sharp recoil from the unworthiness and futility of emotion at this time which gave Constance strength to dry her eyes and go down. She ordered tea brought into the dining-room, and, having seated herself at the table, asked the servant to request Mr. March's presence. " Tea, Miss Van Cleef ? " he asked, as he came into the cheerful room. " Wasn't it in your accounts?" she inquired, with one of her rare blushes. It was very well to say that she would forget, and certainly there was other sufficiently grave matter for her thoughts. But it was not easy. " I think I can give you five minutes to prepare your mind for it. It will take that long to make the tea," she said. The table had been abbreviated and set for two. March's demeanor may not have fairly interpreted his feeling, but it would have been difficult to find in his smiling face, as he seated himself opposite his hostess with deliberation, and glanced amiably at her over the pretty tea service, a report of the occurrences of the day. " Are you hungry ? " she asked, for something to say. "Very ! " he assured her, with an accentuation of his smile. She made the tea in thoughtful silence, while March told himself it was unnecessary to be in love with a young girl to have a certain pleasure in confronting her alone, while she made tea in a graceful pot on a table whose glistening mahogany and dainty furnishings frolicsomely took the light of the open fire. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 119 He glanced up as she poured the tea and caught the look of pitiful abstraction on her face. " You are not keeping our agreement," said he. " I thought you were not to take it so hard." " It's not that," she said. " Has that man has any one dared ? " " No, no ! my father " " Miss Van Cleef, is he worse ? " " Oh, I don't know I am afraid. When I left him he seemed quite as usual. He begged me to go to church. It was to please him. He wishes some member of the family always to be present, and on Easter Even above all. But there must have come a sudden change. He had a bad attack once before, but Dr. Glick brought him out of it successfully. Now " Her voice faltered. " It can hardly be very bad, coming so suddenly." " I suppose not. I hope not. But it is horrible, coming now. It is as if heaven had heard my selfish prayer. It was that in some way I should not have to tell him. Ever since it happened that has been my thought : ' I must tell father ; father must know,' and I have shrunk from it. I hoped and planned to get away ; to leave here with him before he could know it. It was very wrong. He would wish to know. He must know some time. But still there was that cowardly instinct of self-defence. I know what you would say : Father is kind. He would not blame me. No, that is true ; that is what would hurt me. I should feel that I had wounded him bitterly, and he would never speak of it, never complain. You do not know his pride in his Church, and the Church has reproved his daughter. That is a thing I could not tell him." 120 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. She had been speaking calmly, though rapidly. Sud denly her voice failed and her eyes filled. She took up the little cream jug at her hand and absently poured its entire contents into March's waiting cup. " Now now, you see, I must tell him ! " She gave March a look that demanded his sympathy. The logic was not clear, but he understood her perfectly. " Certainly. I know," said he, musingly. His eyes were fixed on the representation of Washing ton crossing the Delaware, above her head, and his thoughts had evidently undertaken a long journey sug gested by her words. " Miss Van Cleef," asked he, suddenly, " will you excuse me for a moment? " Constance sat silently wondering until he returned. As he entered her face questioned him. " Whom does your father consult in Philadelphia ? " " Dr. Fleet," replied the girl, mechanically. " Where are you going ? " added she, as he turned away. " To bring him, if you will give me permission. He is skillful, is he not? eminent that sort of thing?" " Of course the best," she answered. Her eyes fol lowed him to the door with vague bewilderment. " But what do you mean ? How shall you get him ? " " I am going down to the inn to book my passage in to-morrow's coach." " You must not do that. Surely it is not necessary. You said yourself just now it could not be very serious." March looked troubled. " Did I ? Well, it's not, I think ; at least it is not alarming." Her face paled as he said these words slowly and with an effect of embarrassment. " But the fact is 1 just ran up and saw your aunt and Dr. Click. It's not A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 12 1 bad, I gather ; but it's not to be trifled with. You know that sort of thing," he said, with a slight wave of his hand which he meant to be reassuring. " Not serious, you know ; not at all. But just as well to be looked after. I fancy Dr. Click would be glad of a little counsel himself." " Does he does he think father very ill ? " " Certainly not, Miss Van Cleef ; but you can imagine his being willing to have the light of a little larger expe rience upon the case. Dr. Click is an excellent physician, no doubt ; but he is young." "Yes, yes, of course," answered Constance. She sighed. " Do what you think right, Mr. March. I shall be satisfied. But I really don't like you to take such a journey for us." " Oh, if that is all ! " " Couldn't it be done in some other way ? Couldn't you send ? " " Not with any certainty. You must know that, Miss Van Cleef." " No, no ! Well, if you will. But you take our grati tude with you," she said, rising and impetuously holding out her hand, while she gave him her richest smile. " You must remember that. You are altogether too good, but we have at least the grace to appreciate the fact. And I think I shall like it that Dr. Fleet should come," she ended, softly. With that far-away look in her eyes she struck March as extraordinarily pretty. " You will come back to supper ? " she asked, as he went, but the outer door had closed behind him, and she went back and finished the meal alone. When he returned, a half-hour later, he ran silently up 122 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. to his room and changed his dress. Constance only knew he had come back by the click of the closing door when he went out again presently. She had been admitted to the sick-chamber at length, and sat immobile in a straight-backed chair with her hands folded in her lap. She had removed her cap, and the thick blonde hair disposed itself about her head with unconscious grace. The screen which she had set before the candle threw all the light on her absorbed features as she stared at the stricken form lying in the shadow. Dr. Van Cleef had not spoken or recognized her ; and had only stirred restlessly when at her entrance she had held the candle above him in grieving question of his pale face. Miss Cynthia slept peacefully in the curtained alcove, and Constance was alone with her thoughts. Her vision included nothing but the softly-breathing figure on the couch. Her thought also dwelt chiefly upon her father, and when it wandered, soon came back to him and the relent less fear which she would not name. Her occasional mental excursions into other regions of reflection seemed to pain her, for she returned to the thought of the sick man with a frightened sigh. Certain memories encompassed and solicited her, only to wound and thrust her back." Everything had been bright this morning, the fates seemed well disposed, the world welcomed her as an appropriate figure. It seemed impossible that she was the same girl who had light- heartedly bidden her father and aunt and Mr. March good-morning. In their innocence they had wished her a like happiness. The sarcasm was almost amusing ; she stilled a pitiful laugh. Had she listened to Elder Weiss ? Had those atrocious words been meant for her ? Had A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 123 they been spoken before the whole congregation, before the few who loved and understood her, the many who distrusted her for her cold allegiance to the Church and indefinable difference from them ? On this day also she had been asked in marriage. That, one would say, was not occasion for a young girl's regret ; but it had followed and grown out of the other. It meant nothing in itself. He had himself assured her of that. It was all part of the same wretched, irreparable matter. And finally the intolerable point her lothness to make the occurrences of the day known to her father, and her present haunting fear that the choice had been taken forever from her hands. She looked into the future with a chilling sense of her loneliness : she recoiled from it as if she had been suddenly pushed into the storm which she perceived beginning outside. But the thought was tonic rather than cowing, and she remembered that she must be brave. Constance rose, and throvang open the window, leaned out to draw in the shutter. The wind fled howling through the trees. A dozen swift, sharp drops, messen gers of the storm, hurtled upon her face and head. Down the dark, wind-swept street a single light burned steadily behind an unshuttered window. It was in Mr. Keator's study. Her face brightened as she saw it. " Not alone ! " she said, thoughtfully, to herself, as she barred the heavy shutters. " There will always be Mr. Keator." She stirred up the failing fire and threw fresh wood on it. As she went to give her father his medicine the storm burst over the village. An appalling clap of thun der shook the house and went detonating southward. Constance stood erect with the unemptied spoon in her hand. 124 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " Poor creatures who are out in such a storm ! " she said, musingly. " What what is that ? " asked her father, thickly, speaking for the first time. " Nothing, dear father ; nothing," answered Constance, stooping quickly at the sound of his voice. " Here is your medicine." He sipped it thirstily as she held him up, and dropped back with a moan upon the pillow, where he instantly relapsed into his former stupor. Constance regarded him for some minutes in misery ; presently she wiped her eyes with a swift motion, and regaining herself, walked into the alcove where Miss Cynthia slept. She had neglected to close the shutters here, and, the window having been left partly open, the rain was flooding the floor. Opening the casement resolutely, she threw out her arms to catch the shutters, which had become detached from their fastenings and were beating against the stone flanks of the house with sullen thuds. They evaded her for a moment, during which the storm drenched her head and shoulders. On this side there was no light. Far out there in the darkness stretched the Philadelphia pike. It was fortunate that Mr. March did not start until to-morrow. She caught the shutters and drew them to their places. Asshe secured them, "Why, to morrow to-morrow is Sunday," she exclaimed. " There is no coach ! " She went back into the light with a bewildering terror at her heart. March, with opposite intention, had imbued her with the deepest concern. Here was a loss of twenty- four hours. What might not have happened in that time in her father's present state ? Dr. Fleet might come too late. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 125 She felt that she must see March. She looked at the great sturdily-ticking clock in the corner. The painted moon above the face stared at her with an insane grin, but she made out that it was only half-past eleven. He might not have gone to bed. She hastily lighted another candle, that her father might not awake and find himself in the dark, and went out into the hall. A frigid breeze, that seemed to come from the furthest recesses of the old house, struck her as she went forward. She paused a moment. What was she going to ask him ? She did not know. She only knew that she must see him. At his door she rapped without hesitation ; quietly at first, and then louder. There was no answer. She stopped a moment to think. Why had he not come back to tell her that no coach went ? With a sudden thought she rapped more vigorously ; she smote the door until her knuckles ached. Silence answered her. At length she turned the knob hesitatingly. The door opened without resistance, and she peered in. The room was empty ; the bed had not been occupied. Then she understood. Apparently she had more than one friend. CHAPTER X. EASTER SUNDAY broke warm and sultry, forewarning one of those torrid days which sometimes spring out of the cold heart of the northern April. The great festival was heralded at dawn by the joyful note of trumpets from the church tower ; and the whole congregation rose, and, preceded by the children, paid their annual visit to the cemetery with singing and the sound of wind instruments, making melody in their hearts to the risen Saviour. The air was heated and lifeless ; but later, when the faithful community filed to church, it hung inert about them like the breath of a furnace. At rare inter vals, when the young leaves were faintly stirred, the slight breeze appeared wearily far from the beholder. Mr. Keator went scrupulously through the elaborate liturgy for the day, and preached a sermon of the usual length ; but the exhaustion which followed prostrated him until it was time for evening service. His hearers listened laboriously, and strove not to seem fatigued and warm an effort in which their failure did not discredit them. Constance dozed restlessly during the morning after her night watch ; and when she saw her father again she was startled by the change which the heat had wrought. When the sun set and the cool breeze began to breed in the mountains and steal up the valley, she opened the A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 127 shutters which had been ineffectually closed against the day, and sitting beside him, waved a palm-leaf gently about his head. She was thinking how grieved he would be to miss the Easter services ; and her thoughts went back to happier Easters, when she herself had gone to church joyfully with her mother, and her faith was not such a wearisome, doubtful matter. Stray sentences of the Moravian creed, which Mr. Keator might be reciting at the moment before his congregation, flitted through her mind. " ' Who hath made us meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in eternity,' " she murmured, absently, " ' having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to the good pleasure of His will, to the praise of the glory of His grace wherein He hath made us accepted in the beloved.' " The sonorous phrases left her lips thoughtfully. As she finished, her voice grew louder, and at the end the congregational response came feebly : " This I verily believe." Constance bent over the figure on the bed. " Why, father ! " exclaimed she, softly. He opened his eyes with a wandering look of intel ligence. " What ? Constance, Constance, did you speak ? " he asked, with an effect of groping for the words. " No, father, it was you. I was reciting the creed to myself, and you made the response. You didn't know ? " " Didn't know ? " he answered, vacantly. " The creed ! " said he, suddenly, with awakened interest. " The creed ! " He looked at her keenly. " Constance, my girl," he asked, quite reasonably, " do you believe it ? " " Yes, father," replied she, unhesitatingly. 9 128 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " Yes, yes ; why not ? " He paused a moment with a heavy sigh. " But there are other things." Constance was much agitated. " Yes, father," she answered, chokingly, " there are other things." "Ah!" cried he, gaining false strength for the moment, " I was wrong to force you." " Force me ? Ah, poor, dear father ! " " Yes, yes ; I wanted to bring you into the fold. It was natural ; but it was a mistake. You were good enough as you were so good, dearest ! " said he, reaching for her head with the old motion. She put it down to him, and he ran his wasted hand over her fair hair musingly. Then she kissed him, stifling a sob, and said, " I can't let you say that. It is not true, father. You don't know." He made a weak gesture of dissent. "No, no, I don't imagine. If it were true, if any one could fancy it true for a moment, don't you think I would rather let you rest than tell you ? Dear father," she whispered, kneeling by his bed, " I've wished so that you should know, and once I feared that you would never wake to let me tell you. First I was afraid wickedly afraid ; but that is gone. I want to say it now I must. Father, listen ah, you won't believe it." " Darling ! " With a supreme effort he drew her to him and kissed her lips twice, hungrily. " Darling," he whispered, as he released her, " I know." She repeated the words breathlessly. He nodded quickly, thrice. " Mr. March the church Elder Weiss. Yes, yes." " Who has told you? " she cried, bewildered. "Cynthia," said he, with difficulty. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 129 Constance devoted a swift, grateful thought to her aunt. " I am sorry it fell out so, Constance, girl sorry for you, sorry every way. But it was my fault. I should have foreseen." " Father ! You shall not blame yourself. The fault was mine wholly mine ! " He tried to frame a reply, but was silent, and Con stance remorsefully told him that she had kept him talking too long. She made him remain quiet, while she beat and smoothed his pillow with woman's skill ; and when she had settled him anew, forbade him to speak, and immediately bending over him, said, softly, " You did not speak of it, father. You called me good. Have you forgiven me ? Can you ? " " No, dear." She shrank. Dr. Van Cleef smiled happily on her from his pillow. " There can be no such word between us. I can not forgive you. I have always forgiven you. Do you understand ? " She stooped and kissed him. He dozed for a time ; Constance fanned him pa tiently. " Constance," he called, after a little. "Yes, father." " I shall not be with you long." " Father, father, don't ! " She bent over him with a cry of anguish. " Don't take it hard, dearest. It is a solemn thought, but it is not bitter not bitter to me, and must not be to you. You would like to keep me with you a little longer, perhaps, and I yes, in my weakness I should 130 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. like to stay. But if our faith has any meaning, why should I fear to go ? Why should you grieve to have me go ? Remember that I shall be happier. Try to think of it in that way, daughter. It is a dear thought." He smiled as if his eyes were smitten with sweet visions and touched her head gently. " Don't talk of death, father ! pray don't ! You will grow better, you will recover." " No, I am a physician. I have watched others in like straits. My disease is peculiar ; science has much to learn of it. I'm afraid we do not even name it correctly yet. But the end comes suddenly. I have always expected that." He spoke calmly, while she laid her face in the pillow in an agony of grief. " What I wish to tell you is not that not that, exactly," he went on, with his old repetitive habit. " Constance, dear." She raised her tear-stained face. " You will be quite alone. Your aunt, I suppose, will return to her sister." " Oh, father, let it go ! Why need you trouble ? " " I must I must, my dear. Listen. You will be alone, and you will go to your Aunt Caroline ; but eventually you will marry." Constance fiercely shook the head on the pillow. " Yes, yes, it is the only life for a woman." He stroked her head softly. " Yes, you will grieve for your old father for a time. But in the end you must marry. It is that I wish to speak of. Constance, did you ever think that Mr. Keator yes, yes, I see you have. He is a noble man, my dear. I will not question you. I will not even leave it as a wish. But I suggest I merely suggest, my dear " The gentleness which she remembered from infancy in his treatment of her overcame her, and she flung her arms about his neck. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 131 " Let me promise it, father ! " " No, no ; if it makes you feel bound, I shall be sorry I spoke. I don't want to tie you. Remember," he gasped, faintly, in pain " remember that I thought of it. That is what I should like to leave with you, dearest that I thought of it." He closed his eyes, exhausted. " Dear father ! " When she was told the following morning that Mr. Keator wished to see her she looked thoughtfully at her father. " I will see him," she said, and after a few moments went down and met him with appealing hauteur. Surely there were matters between these two to render them conscious and defeat conversation by the very copiousness of the things to be said, if they permitted themselves to say them. For the space of a few unman ageable moments they were as far apart as if Mr. Keator had remained in his study. He did not speak of the scene in the church ; he talked of indifferent things. But when he asked with serious concern about her father's condition Constance forgot her defences and insensibly drifted into the tone of frank liking and respect which were always the essentials of her regard toward him, whatever her immediate mood. She was nervous and unstrung from long watching and anxiety for her father, and she would not let him comfort her with his hopeful phrases. " Mr. Keator," she broke out, " do you believe in immortality ?" " Miss Van Cleef ! " " Oh, I know it's horrible. I wouldn't say it if it weren't," she exclaimed, hysterically. 132 A VICTOR 10 US DEFEA T. " Don't you ? " he asked, with a kind of sorrowful sternness. " Oh, I did and I do, and yet " Yet when you are brought face to face with the ques tion, when for the moment it comes home to you, you find yourself faltering and wondering. Is that it ? " he asked, kindly. She assented unconsciously, hanging absorbed upon his words. " It is not uncommon," he went on, with a far-away look in his eyes. " Every one must have felt the infinitely slight distance in a way between faith and no faith. It co-exists and is not at war with the immensity of the difference as wide as the world. It is simply ' Yes, No,' " he breathed, thought fully. " Sometimes for the slightest instant it is easiest to say ' No.' That comes in such a time as this for you ; it rises from the very intensity of the crisis. But the soul affirms, left to itself, and the ' Yes,' when you have reached it, has tremendous force. The ' No ' never has any force at all. In the ' Yes ' you rest and live. But I didn't mean a sermon." " No, no, you are very good. I can't thank you. What you say helps me. It is so true ; and yet sometimes it all goes. But you fill me with courage," she said, more cheerfully. " You know Dr. Fleet is coming up," added she, irrelevantly. " Mr. March took my horse. He was to use it Sunday, but I felt it was right," he said, with his native simplicity. " Did he ? I wondered " She paused absently. Then, " It is too much," she said. " He ought to have waited for the coach." " But your father " " Ah, yes, father ! Yes, of course I am glad. But I couldn't have let him do it." A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 133 " No, he knew that. He did not give you the oppor tunity," returned Mr. Keator, with the faintest smile. " We can never repay him," she said. Mr. Keator studied his hat. Then he looked up at her with hesitating intelligence, and a wistful smile trem bled upon his lips. " Mr. Keator ! " cried she, with incrimination. The minister blushed. " Constance ! " he whispered. He leaned forward with a sudden impulse, and as abruptly retracted his slight form. " You go very far," she said, briefly. " I have but one thing in my thoughts ; sometimes it will escape," said he. "You ought not to see me, then." " As you say," returned he, rising with dignity. She was at his side as he reached the door, and brought him to face her determinedly. " You know I do not mean that," she said, with low energy, taking his hand. " No, I did not think you meant it," he answered, simply, gazing longingly into her eyes as she stood before him and slowly releasing her hand. " I did not. But I was vexed. There is nothing between Mr. March and me. I have told you that. There is not likely to be. You have very little faith." " That is true. But my act the act which I could not reconcile it with my duty to discourage the elders in was like throwing you into his arms. I felt that. I saw it. But I could not do otherwise. And now I suffer tortures from it. Oh, Constance," groaned he, " you must bear with me. I despise myself, but I can not con quer the feeling. And every thing appears to be slipping 1 3 4. A VIC TO RIO US DEFEA T. from me. My calling seems less and less related to me day by day. Yet I love it. God knows I love it ! It has been my life ; until you came it was the dearest thing in the world to me. I can not see it go. I could not leave it. It is not what it was, and yet it is a thousand times more. Sometimes I fear I am neglecting the Church," he said, sadly. " Hush ! hush ! " " Yes, yes ; it is true. I do not put the same vigor into my work." " You have not been so well. You are not." " Dearest, I love you, and I fear to lose you ! That is my malady." Constance reddened vividly, and looked down at the foot which she swung slowly from side to side upon her heel. " Mr. Keator, you believe that I pity you ? " she said, softly. " Ah, that is not what I wish. I do not think I care for your pity." " But you credit it ? " " Surely." " And that I mean to be quite, quite honest about about the other matter." " You do not know ; you may think " He broke off the irresistible cry abruptly. " I have laid the train so well ! It is as if I wished it. It will affect you with out your will," he said, hopelessly. " I think not," returned Constance, quietly. " It may be some satisfaction to you to know that I have refused him." The dazzling light of joy that shone from his deep, lustrous eyes frightened her, and she looked hastily down. " I do not mean anything more," she said, quickly. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 135 " No, no ! " cried he, in a rapture whose confidence appalled her and gave her an intolerable feeling of obli gation to its demands upon her future. " That is enough enough for the present." Then, with a self-possession which baffled her, he asked : " May I see your father, Miss Van Cleef ! " As they stood thus she heard her aunt call her name twice quickly from above. She left Mr. Keator standing in the doorway and ran upstairs with a wild fear. Fora long time she did not return. " Father is very ill," said she, in a tense, stricken voice when she came back. " He has grown much worse. Will you go for Dr. Glick ? " He limped toward the door and opened it, " Oh, pardon me, Mr. Keator," she cried, " I forgot " He saw that she meant his infirmity ; he looked down at his crutch and shook his head with a quick smile. She tried to stop him, but he was gone. When March came up the steps, half an hour later, warm and dusty, accompanied by an elderly gentleman carrying a brown leather medicine-case, Mr. Keator, who had returned and was sitting in the parlor, went to the door and let them in. " Are we in time ? " asked March, as he took Mr. Keator's free hand. " He is much worse." March went rapidly up the stair, and coming down again immediately, invited Dr. Fleet to accompany him to the bed-chamber. The physician's step was slow and heavy, like the step of fate. For a long time Mr. Keator sat in the room in which he had passed the happiest hours of his life. Their ghosts seemed hovering about him now, and from time 136 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. to time he let fall the volume of illustrations of Palestine scenery which he was nervously fingering, and sat dreamily turning over the leaves without glancing at them. Occasionally a servant went stealthily up the stair outside bearing warm cloths and heated water in bottles. Overhead the swift footsteps were contin uous. Mr. Keator got up restlessly as night fell and went down to his study ; he took out a dozen specimens from his herbarium one after another and turned away from them in disgust ; the servant, when she brought his tea, found him endeavoring to fix his mind upon a volume of sermons. He said he did not care for tea. Then he went back and found March seated before the fire which he had left. " Dr. Van Cleef has asked for you. Will you go up?" Mr. Keator turned and ascended the stair in silence. March waited a weary time. It was eleven o'clock, and he sat musing upon a miniature which he held under the light of the candelabrum, when he heard the sound of Mr. Keator's crutch on the stair. He laid the min iature down and went to him as he entered. " Well ? " The minister's face wore a look of settled gloom. For a moment he paused, staring dejectedly at the floor. He looked up with an effort. " It is all over. Dr. Van Cleef died half an hour ago." March went over to the mantle, and standing with his arm resting on it, gazed sadly into the fire. Mr. Keator took the seat the young man had left. After a moment his eyes caught the miniature lying upon the table. It A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 137 was of Constance as he had first known her. He drew it toward him eagerly, and sat regarding it. " Poor girl ! " he said, at last. March did not speak ; he was looking at the minister's absorbed face. CHAPTER XI. A FORTNIGHT after her father's death Constance was sitting in the arbor in the midst of the garden. Her face looked wan and haggard. Contrary to the Moravian custom her attire was black. The shapely cap, the col lar substituted for the neckerchief, and the ruffling at her wrists, which were the only points of white, rather heightened the somber effect. The poor girl herself looked appealingly sad. She had let fall the volume in her hand and was looking vacantly toward the rich golds and reds of the setting sun. Presently her eyes suf fused and, reopening the book, a pretty copy of " Thomas a Kempis," given her by her father, she strove to read. The types grew blurred ; she laid the book down and looked desperately at the luminous spectacle of the clouds. She had come out into the garden with a hor ror of the rooms within. They were all filled with a thousand reminders ; the chairs, the tables, mantels, pictures ; things that he had used or liked ; things that he had bought for her all were vocal with his presence. This presence was oftenest her joy, but at times her tor ment. She had not constantly the sense of it. It came and went ; and sometimes she wished that she might either always feel that he was with her, or reach the awful understanding of his absence. But she could not bring herself to a belief in the possibility of her loss, even when the void came upon her most grievously. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 139 She had lost her mother when little more than a child. Her memory told her of nothing like her present feel ing ; she had had at the time of her mother's death, the child's unconscious hardness, its blessed insensibility ; and now she sometimes thought she had the child's incomprehension. Her cry as she hung above her dead father had been, " It can not be ! Oh, I do not under stand ! " And now she lamented constantly, " I do not understand ! " A wagon rattled down the long street ; as the sound passed a boy went by whistling. " How can they ? " was her thought. " How dare they ? " The world was depopulated ; yet things went on as usual. Her first intelligent feeling as she came out of the unreasoning maze which followed her bereavement, had been that horror of the usual, the shock of seeing the world's people about the world's ordinary business. When they brought her a newspaper she had secretly wondered that it was still published. Such thoughts came upon her from time to time irresistibly, and she was glad, at the moment, of the rescue which she saw coming toward her in the form of Mr. Keator. His crutch sounded sharply on the gravel as he limped down the walk. He looked more than usually slight and frail as he leaned against the post at the arbor entrance, his face turned half toward the mellow light, and wearing the smile which he kept for her. " Have you thought that I neglected you ? " he asked, as she took his hand and motioned him to a seat oppo site, on the bench which ran around the arbor within. Constance closed her book and, setting it upright on her knee, clasped both hands upon it. " No, I hadn't thought that," she answered, with a quiet smile. 140 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " It may have seemed strange I haven't come, but but I thought I knew you." " You were right." " I felt that you would bear it best alone. One must be very near to give real help." His voice grew husky. " I feared I was not near enough," he said, so gently that she scarcely heard. " I was sure your delicacy kept you away. I know you too, Mr. Keator," she said, with the ghost of a smile. " You make me say that it was not altogether delicacy. I was troubled. I had not confidence to meet you." Constance took up some knitting which lay beside her, and putting " a Kempis " aside, studied it attentively. " I can't say how glad I am that you have found it." " What ? " asked he, absently. " Confidence to see me again. I depend upon your visits, you know. I should not know what to do if you abandoned me," she told him, seriously. He took heart from her mood. " What can I say ? You are very good." " Am I ? By contrast, perhaps." A fly made her shake her head impatiently. " I have always been so far from that to you." " I am sure you have never meant " " To be unkind ? No, I suppose not. But it comes to the same thing. If I had meant it I ought to be able to find some justification for it ; but to intend the best and always Ah, I have not treated you well, Mr. Keator ! " She bent her head and knitted indus triously. " It has been my fault," he said, eagerly. " How could you when " He paused, not knowing how to continue. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 141 She was finding trouble with a dropped stitch. It was quite a minute before she said, with a brave tremor in her voice, as she let her knitting fall and looked up at him, " Before my father died, Mr. Keator he spoke of you. He said he wished " She paused to con quer her tears. " Mr. March is gone. Do you remem ber my saying . Mr. Keator," declared she, incoher ently, " I absolve you from your promise." She took up her needles hastily. He looked at her for a moment in stupid joy and wonder. Then he drew himself upon his crutch and went over as swiftly as he might to where she sat blush ing hotly. He took her hand unresistingly to his lips and kissed it. As he let it slowly fall he sought her eye ; but she would not look up. " Ah, I had not confidence for this ! " The fond hope in his pale face fascinated her as she met his gaze. For a moment she was impotent to set him right. " Oh, Mr. Keator, I am afraid I do not mean as much as you think." He retreated a step on his crutch. " What is it that you mean ? " he asked, solemnly. " Don't make it a question : it is hard enough as it is. Sit down, please, and I will try to tell you," she said, gently. He found his way in a maze to his former seat. For a moment he bent his always kindly gaze upon her. It was richly expressive too expressive for Constance, who turned away from it quickly. " Constance," said he at length, slowly, "we must end this ; I have been pained and harassed by it that is nothing. But for your sake I will not go on troubling you about it." " I feel your generosity, your forbearance," exclaimed 142 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. Constance.. " I have always felt them. I hope I begin to repay them by saying that I am inclined to obey my father's wish." She expected him to rise, to make some demonstration. He merely strove to keep the fearful joy out of his eyes while he asked her, " Is it more than obedience ? Do you wish it ?" " I have said that my inclination went with it," she answered, reasonably. He got up now and came over to her. " Dearest, let us understand each other this time. Do you love me ? " " Don't ! " she begged. A groan escaped him. " I might have known ! " She rose suddenly and stood beside him. " Oh give me time ! I don't know. I I must examine myself. You may say I've had time ; no, not really. I have always shrunk from considering it ; now I will try to think " She paused, and after a moment her hand stole to his shoulder. " Mr. Keator, you know that I admire and respect you," she said, with a kind of gentle pleading in her voice that was new to him. " I feel your nobility, your goodness, your unselfishness. No one could fail to feel them. But I suppose I should feel them more than any one else," she said, with whim sical sadness. " I should be willing to suffer all for my love of them." "Ah, Constance !" " Mr. Keator, take me as I am ; surely if I do not feel toward you as I ought, I should learn to." He yearned toward her, but sternly forbade himself. He was evidently suffering bitterly. " Why do I not ? " he cried. He turned toward her with an irresistible impulse. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. M3 She kept him from her with a gesture, while she pur sued her thought. " Father would have had it so," she murmured. " Mr. Keator," she said, hesitatingly, " let us leave it with a higher wisdom. You have a custom you marry by lot, do you not ? " " It would have to be so in any event ! " said he, leap ing gloomily forward with her thought. " Would it ? then so much the better. You believe that Heaven orders the result, do you not ? " appealed she, with the soft dignity which was not commonly opposed. But she turned away with a vivid blush as he confronted her at last. " Constance, how can I say it ? It can't be, my girl, it can't be ; sit down and let me tell you." His face was drawn in pain. " We can never marry." She turned a wondering face to his. " What I said to you the other day, the day your poor father died, was madness. I knew it, and was not able to check the sin. For the moment it ruled me ; I could not get away from it. Constance, you have great power over me. I did not know how much until that day. It is simply this : when Elder Weiss reproved you he made marriage between us impossible. You know," he went on more calmly, " the presbyters of our Church can not marry without the consent of the Council. The Council requires certain things in a wife. One of them, of course, is active membership in the Church. The others I will not affront you by naming them, Con stance ; but they are not broad enough to include the purest angel in the world. Ah, I needn't tell you that the essential thing is the scene in the Church." " Yet you brought it about ; you forced it upon the elders." 1 44 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " It was my duty," he said, simply. He put his elbows on his knees and stared at the arbor floor. " Ah, who is better than you, Mr. Keator?" she cried, impetuously. "Why did I hesitate ! " He turned swiftly toward her with an energy that awed and scared her. " My darling, it is not too late," he whispered, with uncontrollable passion. " I can give up my ministry ; I can leave the Church. Oh, the treasure of the world is before me, and I deliberate. I have dared to weigh you against a position, a profession. Forgive it, dearest. It is only habit. It is conquered ; it is dead. Come, sweet : we need not stay here ; we can go away. We can be happy alone. There are many places besides this places where no one knows us. We could live on an island in the sea, if we must. Dear, if we love each other, that is the one fact in life, and we are the only two in the world. With the Church's consent or without it with marriage, or without, if need be we will pass what years Heaven may give us, together. Love is enough. All else is foolishness. Dearest, if you truly love me, this poor obstacle is no obstacle. I trample on it for you. I know not what sin I would not commit for you. Surely you will do so little for me ? " She had shrunk unconsciously before the hot, resist less torrent of his feeling, but as he went on she found strength to measure herself and him, and she faced him, as he finished, with a glory of pity in her eyes. " Poor Mr. Keator ! I did not know that any thing could lead a good man so far. And do you think I would accept such a sacrifice ? Do you suppose that any woman could help a man to such a fall ? You could not accomplish it yourself." A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 145 He raised his head which, his passion being spent, hung dejected upon his breast ; but she would not suffer him to speak. . " Please do not, Mr. Keator ! you shall not give the sanction of your saner speech to such madness. If you care for me, let it make toward something better. You say I have power with you. Ah, I know now why it was given me ! It was to save you from this." The revulsion possessed him, and from its vantage ground he looked back upon his appeal as a nightmare. "You do not say enough," he said, after a moment ; " you do not deal as hardly as you ought with me." " I have too many failures of my own to look after to treat yours thoroughly. Besides," she said, after a moment, " I should not dare." " Why, Constance ? is it a feeling about my calling ? Is it the old tradition of sacredness in it, of "some vir tue outside the man ? Yes, yes ; I should have seen more clearly, even in my passion. The ministry is not like other things. It is not, as I said, a mere position, a profession that I should give up for you. It is a calling, a something that has its unchangeable seat in the nature of the man, and its responsibilities to others than him self to the whole structure of society and to God. All other things a man may take up and lay down. But the priestly office implies a dedication, a consecration. It is a divine call ; you may answer it or not, but, having answered it, it is final ; there is no retreat." " Yes, and the world's honor of it, I suppose, comes from its sense of that of its permanence, its beauty, its holiness," mused Constance. " I knew you could not be less than perfectly loyal. I knew I only seemed to lose my ideal." 146 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. A look of pain crossed his face. " My dear girl, don't say that. Remember that you can always tempt me." He sat moodily silent for a time. The last rays of the sun kept a faint rose hue in the west. Constance's needles struck audibly on the still ness with their measured click. " Constance, do you think I could have done it ? " he broke out, at last. " Your faith in me is sweet ; say again you think I could not." " I know you could not," she said, briefly. " But if you had yielded if you pardon me ; sup pose it if you had consented ? " The contest of her needles went on for a moment like a roar in his ears, and he watched her closed lips as if they had been an oracle's. For that instant she hesita ted ; then, " No, not if I had yielded, not if I had consented," she repeated, in a low voice. Her tone had the weight of conviction, but the minis ter was not flattered to belief. " I don't know, I don't know," he cried, after a mo ment. " Constance, after such a lapse I can never be sure of myself. I shall never feel that I have surely mortified the weak, sinful wishes of the flesh, unless I am offered the temptation again, unless I force myself to face it continuously for a long time. Do you under stand ? I would be strong by challenging my weakness, confronting it until it looks down ashamed. Give me the opportunity. Say what you said again." " But then I did not know that it involved " " My calling ? No ; but now that you know, help me to assure myself that that is what you think it a final obstacle. Furnish me with the temptation." A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 147 " You mean " She dropped her needles. " What a strange idea ; wait a moment. I am trying to under stand," " You said a moment ago that your power had been given to save me ; that is it ; I ask you to save my self- respect." He looked at her with a confident smile. She took his hand. " I will." " Understand, dear, I ask it for some time ; is there no one else, nothing to interfere ? " " No one, nothing," she answered, looking down. " Then promise me that if I come to you and say, ' I have failed. I am less strong than I thought, I have given up my ministry. I offer you a life beggared of every. thing that makes life worth while, of deliberate malice divorced from all good and noble things except my love,' you will submit yourself, as you said, to the test of the lot. Will you promise that, dear ? " She did not answer. " Does it seem hard ? " " Very hard ! " owned Constance. " Do you think me oversensitive ? Imagine like miser ies think of a soldier who has turned his back on the enemy. Fancy his halting in the midst of his shameful retreat to wish with all his soul that he had not left the faithful men struggling behind him there to fight the battle without him. Would he not give all his future for the right to stand with them again ? What would he not barter to renew his self-respect ? That is not oversensi- tiveness, do you think, Constance nor false pride ? It is a bitter human need. It is the awful need of a pure conscience. What do you think life would be worth to 148 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. that deserter, with the knowledge always pressing home upon him that he had abandoned his trust, with his heart beating time eternally to the wretched inward cry of ' Coward ! Coward ! ' Might he not better die if he is never to win back the peace of soul which he left behind him with his musket as he ran ? And then think what an angel of light he would seem who should come up as he stood there hesitating, and say : ' Your place in the ranks is not lost yet. No one knows that you have failed for this moment but me. Come back with me ! ' Constance, you can be that messenger of life to me." " Yes, yes, I see," said the girl, with a troubled look in her eyes. " I may have a more easily-tortured conscience than other men ; but God knows it is slothful enough. And at all events, I am quite certain that the need to which I ask you to minister is not peculiar to me. It is it must be universal ; else why do criminals long to hold up their heads again among men ? why do lost men and women spend all that is left of life in striv ing for the place they have forfeited ? Is it mere pride, do you think ? a wish to be well seen of men ? Then repentance and reform are poor shams. If men do not seek the light after the darkness because it is a condition of life because they simply must be able to walk upright before God and their own consciences, if they grope their way toward it merely because they fancy they will look better in it surely then our preaching is vain, our charities are empty, and God's merciful pardon and peace is offered to men unworthy of it and deaf to it." He spoke under great excitement, and as he ended, sank exhausted upon the seat from which he had risen, and buried his face in his hands. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 149 Constance looked about her in perplexity. " I don't know what to say," she exclaimed, at length. He raised his head. " Do not say anything that you will be sorry for. I would not have you do that to save me from the tor tures of the lost. But, dear, you know* I would not ask you for a thing for my own selfish good that could harm you. I do not dare say it is a mere form ; for I need to rest myself upon your firm promise. But you have known me a long time. I think I may fearlessly challenge my past life. Is there anything in it to make you fear my failure ? anything but my madness to-day ? " " No, no ! " " Then I ask you, as friend asking friend, to help me ; not urging it I would rather die. But stating the case fairly and leaving it with you." Constance had at the moment an irrelevant memory of what she had once said to herself that she would sacrifice much to do him a service. Surely this was a very small sacrifice if she had faith in him. " Constance," he went on, " it is the condition of my life. I can not live knowing that I could be guilty of such an atrocity. It is asking a great deal and you owe me nothing but I am content to abase myself so far as to accept such generosity. You hold help in your hands ; will you give it to me ? " " Would father have wished it ? " For a moment the minister kept a pained silence. " I do not know," he said, at length, quickly, as if fleeing temptation. " You know that if you asked me now, no considera tion in the world would cause me to consent ? " 150 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. "Yes, I know that." "You understand that if I promise it is because I have implicit faith that you will never put me to the test ? " " I understand." " Then, Mr.- Keator, I shall be very glad to do it for you," she said, in a low voice. " For how long shall it be ? " " Shall we say a year ? " she suggested, kindly. " You are generous," said he ; "a shorter time would serve." CHAPTER XII. MR. KEATOR left Constance then ; and when he came again they did not speak of this compact. Constance had her own difficulties, and after they had discussed the near and natural topics growing out of every-day life and relations, which seem to be as necessarily pre liminary to serious talk as a penman's flourishes to actual writing, she asked him if she might trouble him about some of them. " You know, Mr. Keator," she said, with a kind of melancholy, " I am what would be called rich. Dear father left me every thing. Of course he wished some thing to go to the Church, but he said he preferred that as it was to come from my portion, I should decide how much and the way in which it should be applied. His his delicacy," she added, shyly, " puts it in my power to show the Church that I have the best will toward it." " It was not needed, but we shall be very glad of any thing that you may choose to do," returned he, formally. They were in the garden again, for Constance found herself unable to talk to any one in the house. " Then, if you will let me suggest," she went on, " I have thought that I should like to deposit with your board of missions, or whatever you call it, a sum that would produce from year to year enough to sustain an additional missionary at your station in the West Indies. Does that seem practical ? Is it foolish, is it absurd ? Tell me, Mr. Keator. I don't know. I only know what 152 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. Mr. March has told me." Mr. Keator paled. " He says the poor people there are in a wretched way. I only suggest that because I feel a kind of acquaintance and sympathy with them from what he has said. But if there is anything else if you know something more urgent " It was strange to see her defer so to him. " No, no, there is nothing else," interposed he, hastily ; " that is a worthy object," he added, quaintly, in the pulpit phrase. " And then," she went on calmly, not noting his agita tion, " I wish to build a hospital here in Judea as a memorial of father." " That would be costly. You probably do not know how costly. We could not accept such a gift." " Nevertheless I shall build the hospital." "Ah, well !" They had drifted toward the arbor and now entered it. Mr. Keator looked about him as he sat down. He let his memory-filled eyes fall upon Constance. With compassionate intuition of the bitter recollections which this little structure must call up in him, she went on, hastily, " And I shall trust to your judgment and experience to teach me the best way to do it." She was not so tactless as to use the false consideration for his feelings involved in such an open recognition of it as leaving the arbor. Instead, she continued, gayly, " Shall it be built in separate cottages or in a single structure ? Shall it be stone or wood ? Shall we put a gambrel or a gable roof on it ? What rooms shall we reserve for the nurses ? How shall the wards be arranged ? Those are things I want to talk over with you." " You have considered everything. Nothing is left," he said, with a yielding smile. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 153 " No ; I have only considered the considerations. I am going to ask you to decide." They fell into a talk about architecture, in which they relied, perhaps, rather upon taste than knowledge, and finally, when there still seemed a little left to say, and the subject, therefore, could be decently abandoned, " Mr. March went away suddenly," remarked Constance. " Yes," returned Mr. Keator. " His brother was seriously ill and his mother prostrated by it. He had a letter and felt he must go at once to catch the packet sailing the first of the month. He would not disturb you in your grief to say a hurried good-bye." Constance turned away with the sudden tremor that she had not yet learned to conquer at the suggestion of her loss, and rising after a moment, went outside the arbor and thoughtfully plucked a rose from the richly blossomed bush that climbed the lattice work. " He had a feeling, too, I suppose," pursued the minister, keeping his place, " about receiving your thanks. He commissioned me to say all that was proper, and especially to thank you for your hospitality, on which he seemed to think he had trespassed. I am glad you spoke of it. I was near for getting it." She made no comment, but stood with the scentless rose to her nostrils, looking up at the profuse crimson bloom on which the refracted light of the van ished sun fell coldly. He rose and came out to her. " Mr. Keator," she said, " there is one thing the chief thing I have wished to ask you about " " Well ? " he responded, kindly. " It's not easy to say or explain." She paused, and let her doubtful glance fall upon' the rose bush once more. " Mr. Keator," she burst out, suddenly, " can you imagine that that all that has happened ; not only 154 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. poor father's death ; though that, of course, first but the the occurrence in the church and all, have helped me to a new view of sorrue things, have given me certain new wishes ? " She paused, but she did not seem to desire an answer and the minister kept silence as she looked, unseeing, toward the faintly lighted West. " I would like to be good," she said, " that is all good as my dear father was good, as you are good, Mr. Keator." " You know what I would say," exclaimed he. " Yes, I know," answered she, soberly, " but that is not true. In the Church sense I am not good, and what shall I do ? That is what I wish to ask you," she con tinued, calmly. " What should you say ? " asked he, as helplessly as if he had never ministered to one in like trouble. " Why, I want to know if I had not better enter the convent at Ephrata ? " She spoke of it with an innocent reverence singularly unlike her treatment of other things. The Protestant convent was also a monastery, and was the refuge of a scanty sect not unlike the Moravians. " My poor girl ! what do you mean ? " " Is it so impossible ? " She sniffed the rose faintly. " Not impossible ; but foolish, if you will let me say it of an intention springing from so good and commendable a wish. You have some theory of remorse about your father : that you did not join the Church during his life, that it found occasion to reprove you those things. You do not deny that ? " " No," said she, staring again at the roses with the sad, remote look that the mention of these things always brought into her face. " And for that you would shut up your life to the pur- A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT, 155 suit of a futility ? My dear girl, the conventual life is a fanaticism leading to doubtful personal good and not justifying itself in labors for the good of others. I sometimes think the convent wall a selfish fence, ena bling a skulking from duty to one's neighbor." " But the vows there are not binding. J could come out when I chose." " My child, why should you ever enter ? No ! If you think that you are not good enough and, of course," he told her with a smile, " I am bound to teach that you are unregenerate do good. Surely you will do some thing if you build this hospital and endow the missionary. And after that, in this sorrowful world, there is always enough suffering to cure, if you will." " Ah, that is true ! Perhaps, after all, I may best go to Aunt Caroline, as father said." He regarded her for an instant in amazement. The swiftness of her decision startled him. " Nothing could be better," agreed he, quietly, after a moment. " Perhaps he would not have liked the convent," she said, softly, as if mentally settling a question that had harassed her ; and the whole proposition was at once as if it had never been. " Miss Van Cleef, it is not Church wisdom, but have you ever tried letting yourself go ? " She smiled at him silently. " Let yourself go sometime," he advised, with a nod and his gentle smile ; and he felt extraordinarily worldly as he walked up the path with her. She wrote her aunt and received in reply to her tenta tive proposal such a large-hearted, cheering letter over brimming with motherliness and welcome as gave the friendless girl happy confidence about her future ; and 156 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. there was, therefore, no fear of a dubious reception to cast her back upon the secure, if barren life, which she might continue to live in Judea. The prospect was pleasant. She wished the retrospect were half so agree able. When she came to make ready to go, she found this uprooting of old ties instructive. It caused her to sit down in the midst of the remains of her past life, and take that general account, that large view, impossible while she was still living it. It occurred to her that her disasters and sorrows were more or less remotely refer able to her pride, and she resolved to humble and sub mit herself. It was a capital opportunity to begin anew. As the time which she had set for her departure drew near, the thought of it began to have an unaccountable pain for her. She had not supposed the Moravian village in any way dear to her ; but it is impossible that one should fail to send forth some creepers in four years, and she found them clinging in unexpected spots, and with curious tenacity. She discovered that, independent of Sister Zelda, she had more genuine friends among the sisters and brethren than she supposed, and as they came from day to day to bid her farewell, she did not cheapen the worth of their genuine friendship in her heart, and the sense of its value was one of the things which made it hard to go. Her least manageable regret, however, was for the old house and her father's beloved garden. The latter she arranged, should be kept scru pulously by the same man he had chosen, and on the day that she went about to bid it adieu, she felt gladly, as she saw it through her tears, that if he could come back, he would not find it less beautiful, less carefully kept than he would wish. The house she had persist- A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 157 ently declined, against all thrifty advice, to sell. She had offered it first to her Aunt Cynthia as an abode for herself while she lived. For the only time since her brother's burial, and for the third time in her adult life the first being a tribute to the memory of the poor fel low who, coming home to marry her, was lost at sea Miss Cynthia allowed herself to weep a little silently. Then she kissed Constance with affection. " I have not understood you, dear," she said, as she let a warm drop fall upon her withered cheek. " I have only been learning to know you within the last few weeks, since since brother's death." A look of anguish passed over her face which threat ened a real convulsion ; she controlled it so that Con stance only saw a mild, momentary flutter of the moist eye-lids. " You are a good child. You were always good to him, and now you are very kind to me. But I can not take it. What could a poor, faded woman do with such a place, and all alone ? It is true I have friends yes, many, many true, unselfish friends ; some of them might stay with me. But it is better that I should go back to Sister Maria, in New York. She, too, is all alone. I should never have left her if it had not been for your father." But, though the house must stand idle and untenanted, Constance did not halt in her purpose to keep it, and she finally went away, leaving its dear old furniture, its memories of agreeable hours, its sacred associations, to console and mingle with one another, unfriended by the echo of any footstep but that of the ancient German gardener who had promised to look in occasionally. Mr. Keator limped down to the starting place of the 158 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. coach, to see her and Miss Cynthia go. When he had made his adieux to the latter, he came around on the other side where Constance sat. " I shall see you again before very long ? " he asked, as he took her hand. " Yes, yes," returned she, hastily, with a vague glim mer of tears in her eyes for the situation rather than for her thought of the minister. " I shall come back to look after the hospital." They were silent a moment. " You do not wish me to stay ? you are glad that I am doing this ? " she asked, with a sudden impulse, under cover of the loading of luggage, the talk of hostlers, and the stamp of the horses. " No, no ! it is best so. I do not wish too much temptation." She looked thoughtfully at him. " You must not fail," she said, with a light of serene trust in her eyes. She smiled softly at him. " Not while you keep your faith in me," he whispered. He put up his hand again for farewell, the landlord of the inn gave his last message to the driver, and the coach rolled off, while Mr. Keator stood with his head bared, gazing at a cloud of dust. At the city to which they came that evening, Con stance's way and Miss Cynthia's diverged. They spent the night here, and upon awakening the following morn ing, they bade each other a farewell, in which the val iant affection that had of late grown up between them was at no pains to hide itself. Constance experienced a joyful sensation of freedom, for which she presently reproved herself, as the coach left the city and turned southward. It was true that she A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 159 was going in a direction opposite from New York, but she was also going to her mother's sister, of whom, though she had never seen her, she felt perfectly sure in advance. She was also not without unsatisfied desires for travel and exploration, as she had told March, and the South had always held an honorable place in her imagination. It was true that Maryland was not very far south, and that Quinnimont only narrowly kept its place on the boundary of that excessively bounded State ; but to her strictly- bred northern idea it was to all intents semi-tropical, and at least she was not disappointed in the southern warmth of the greeting of her aunt's family, who had assembled in the wide, bright hallway of their home to do her honor. " Oh, aunt ! " she cried, in happy tears, as she was folded tightly in certain capacious arms, and patted and rocked to and fro for a moment. " My poor girl ! " Being released, she was made known in turn to three luminous-eyed young girls, whose pure, clear cheeks and brows shone under the southern abundance of black hair. Having gone to their successive embraces, the cere mony of introduction to her uncle, who kissed her, and his son, a straight, tall young man, who shook hands with her warmly, was accomplished, and they all went into the dining-room. " I thought you would not care to go up stairs ; you must be hungry," said Mrs. Echols, in the vibrant, melo dious southern voice. " I am not very hungry," she said, drawing off her gloves. She felt a pleasurable excitement. Mrs. Echols let her keep her hat upon her crumpled hair, and made her sit by her side at the long table, saying as she poured tea, ii 160 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " We thought it would be pleasanter to wait on you and have tea all together we take it rather late, you know ; we weren't right sure you would come ; but Mr. Echols thought we had better take the chance. And we are certainly glad to see you, my dear," she said, giving the intensive its peculiar Virginia emphasis and value, for Mrs. Echols was not a native of Maryland. " Yes indeed ! " exclaimed one of the girls. " What shall I put in your tea ? " asked her aunt, as the talk became general. The table was almost overladen with every species of warm bread, conserve and cake. Little crochetted white mats intervened between the plates and the otherwise uncovered board. Two negro boys went deliberately about answering the commands of the girls and Mrs. Echols, which were oftenest to offer something to Constance ; at other times they stood vacantly still. Constance looked interestedly about the table ; the girls amiably returned her vague smile, and she felt a sudden and wholly unusual liking for the quiet, sweet, serious face of the eldest, who sat next her father at the further end of the table. Unlike her, the two other girls were not tall, and their forms were of the generous southern type. Jacinth had the delicate, clear-cut northern features of her father. Her hair was worn drawn straight back from her forehead in the trying classical manner, and her effect was altogether simple, direct and charming. Helen and Ethel had sweet, round faces, from which their bright, restless eyes looked good-humoredly out upon a world which they seemed to find agreeable. Their father's slim person confronted them from the foot of the table. From time to time as he talked, his keen, gentle face relaxed, and his dry, shaven lips wrinkled in A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 161 a fine smile. In the custom of the day he wore no beard, and the crisp lines of his visage were unconcealed. He talked to Constance in a rapid, facile way, and they all joined in an obvious effort to give her generous welcome, and to make the desolate girl forget that she had not always known them. It seemed to Constance that she was compassed about with friendliness, with sympathy, with secure repose. She looked forward to many happy days made vital by the charitable labors which she hoped to emerge from this peaceful citadel to accomplish. She felt like crying for happiness, and instead she laughed with these kind people as she had not laughed since her father's death. When her aunt came to her room to bid her good-night, she fell upon her neck, and tried to whisper her gratitude, and then she said she feared she must have seemed wickedly happy. Mrs. Echols smiled with a thoughtful sympathy in her eyes, telling her that was impossible, and adding kindly that " whatever we might wish, we should not let the dead always shadow our lives. The living had rights as well." " Ah ! you did not know my father," exclaimed Con stance. " No, no, dear, and I can not presume to touch your grief ; only remember that the world was not made for that. We were meant to be happy here, whatever the cynics say. If we are not the blame is ours. Good night," she added, and kissed her again. Mrs. Echols was of a comfortable motherly figure ; her gray hair was dressed upon little combs and hung in puffs above her ears, while its unfailing abundance was caught up behind in a large coil. Constance looked after her with a spontaneous love in her eyes,whichshe re- 1 62 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. membered awarding to very few on such an acquaintance. " We were meant to be happy here." Her own narrow experience, she reflected with melancholy, did not sanc tion the theory. But it was certainly a pleasant and flat tering one. Apparently her aunt's family accepted it in good faith. They were, at least, a delightful exemplifi cation of its efficacy, and Constance fell asleep with a wandering memory of similar expressions of Mr. March. Quinnimont lay with the early sun bright on its white dwellings and spires as she came out alone upon the deep piazza, with its robust Corinthian pillars next morn ing. The house stood on a leafy eminence without the town, and Quinnimont was in a wide, cultured valley. Just below her she perceived a small lake. A cool breeze, sprung from the mountains that fringed the horizon, swept the broad plain and the lake, and played with the errant strands of her hair. " How much you look like your mother ! " exclaimed her aunt in the breakfast-room, as she took her cheeks between her hands and kissed her good morning. " Do I ? " asked Constance, joyfully. " Father used to say so." The girls came down one by one arrayed in the invari able southern morning dress of white, winning the eye with its laundered freshness, and greeted her with the same gentle good will. She began to feel that she was to find, not mere shelter, but a home among these amiable kinswomen and kinsmen she added, when she had talked with her uncle for some time after breakfast, and had been driven to Quinnimont by Arthur, his son. During the day her aunt and the girls showed her the house, which rather astonished her by its vastness. The A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 163 great hall was in itself an immense apartment. A com pany of horse might almost have manoeuvred in it. The innumerable rooms gave one a sense of freedom and spaciousness commonly reserved for buildings of more public use. Yet it was all very home-like, and the rooms were richly decorated in the taste of the day. The claw- foot secretaries and book-cases were massively embroid ered in brass; the furniture glistened with the double lustre of hair-cloth and mahogany. On the walls there were some good engravings of intolerable subjects. Of these the grimmest was a series of representations of a variety of future states, and the most lightsome an alle gory, in four pieces, of the seasons in the life of man. In a corner of the drawing room hung a brave colored like ness of the Prince of Wales in the unapproachable jaunti- ness of Highland costume, and above, a portrait of his rare father in the kingly robes. The inoffensive little girl with a kitten in her arms was there, and she smiled meekly at her brother opposite, arrayed in sailor costume and roiling a swollen hoop. Above the harpsichord was disposed a pair of curious bas-reliefs in copper, portray ing certain terror-spreading Indian chiefs in the French- Indian wars. Two lugubrious ladies in worsted were represented visiting the willow-shadowed tomb of Wash ington. There was, of course, a profusion of family portraits, for the most part excellent, to be dimly seen at this time through their summer defence of gauze. Among these was the notable figure of Mrs. Echols's father in the Continental uniform. The bare, polished floors were strewn with Indian rugs, which one of Mr. Echols's sea faring friends had brought home to him, and from the same source were various strangely wrought daggers and ivory puzzles. Mr. Echols, as a New Englander, had the 1 64 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. northern habit of reading, and his library was good. In the drawing room the tables were covered with English periodicals and newspapers, as well as the Baltimore and Philadelphia journals. Constance stole out alone after supper into the grounds and wandered among the big, arching trees, which let the moonlight through their occasional openings to illumine her thoughtful, happy face. She was glad to snatch a few moments of solitude that she might feel to the full the blessed reality of this refuge for her sad heart. Yet it pleased her to see Jacinth walking over the lawn after a few moments, and coming toward her. Constance's quick liking for her face when they had first met, had been confirmed ; but she had not yet talked alone with her. She came out of the shadow of the trees now, and made herself known. " We wondered where you had gone," said Jacinth, as they met. " But I hadn't come to look for you. It's sometimes so much pleasanter to be alone." " That depends on what company one gives up for solitude, doesn't it ? " asked Constance, smiling. " Not always, I think," returned Jacinth, gently. " Our best friends are no better intruders on some of our moods than enemies." They walked on in the moonlight away from the house. Friendly chemical elements have no formalities to dis charge before mingling ; and an hour may be as fruitful as a lifetime in uniting sympathetic spirits. So it hap pened that these young cousins, more surely affiliated by common feelings than by common blood, drew near each other. The possession of a girl friend was an almost wholly fresh experience to Constance, and at the time a singu- A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 165 larly wholesome one, for it took her out of herself and helped her to begin to people anew the world out of which her father had gone. But it was sweeter to her, because more like her dear father himself, to find out a friend in Mr. Echols. Few things had ever seemed more charming to Constance, than his humorous goodness, gentleness, and wisdom. She had known others blessed with humorous perception, a great many with the talent of saying clever things ; but those faculties, it seemed to her, were as far as possible beneath the supreme grace of living humorously. She rather enjoyed thinking that every one would not understand this last venturesome phrase if she were to use it ; but she had neither a wish to make her thought public, nor much desire to go far in attempting to describe to herself the source of her uncle's charm. She preferred to rejoice inwardly in her growing understanding of a good man in whom humor was not only the shrewd friend of all the virtues, but seemed to be the parent of his most lovable traits. Mr. Echols was seldom merely witty, but he was full of droll whimseys which he enjoyed making Constance acquainted with when they began to find themselves sym pathetic spirits. She discovered him upon the portico one morning, before breakfast, studying a map which lay on a chair before him. " Do you ever fish, Constance?" he asked, with twink ling eyes, as she came toward him. " No, uncle," returned she. " Why ? " She smiled in anticipation. " Why, I do, and I want your company." " You, uncle ? I didn't know you were strong enough for long tramps." " I'm not. The thought does credit to your discern- 1 66 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. ment. That is the reason I fish at home. Take a seat, my dear." Constance took one of the chairs on the piazza with a vague smile. He unfolded the map, on which Maryland, Pennsyl vania, New Jersey and Delaware were represented at large, and spread it on a table before them. Constance began to understand. " I can't physically, ' go fishing,' as the expression is, so I make excursions in fancy. You've no idea what long tramps I take on the map with the precious advantage that I return home as fresh as when I started." " Do you catch anything ? " asked Constance, amused. " Everything. Don't you see what a field it opens ? I catch excellent brook trout in this stream you see run ning down through southern Pennsylvania. There are some very good small fish nearer home, in the Antietam. In season I am highlysuccessful with shad in the Potomac. And the Chesapeake ! I find everything there, though it's a rather long jaunt. Suppose we try a cast after breakfast ? " " But I'm not an enthusiast. I'm afraid I should be tired before the day is out," laughed Constance, finding this admirable fooling. " Pooh !' pooh ! You don't suppose I give the day to it ; I've other things to do. No, by my method I take a long day's fishing in half an hour. I can get a pretty full week out of a morning." " Ah, then," cried the girl, " let us start at once ! If we waited until after breakfast we should have time to exhaust the Potomac, and that would scarcely be fair to the other fishermen ! " After this they often went on brief piscatorical excur- A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 167 sions, and when later they went gunning instead, their success was phenomenal. When Mr. Echols went to Quinnimont to play chess at his club, she drove him in the pony carriage which she presently purchased for her own use. While he played, she went about on her own missionary errands among the poor of the place, who soon became her fast adherents. Her charity was indeed a more availing and less spas modic matter than it had been in Judea, and she was presently known in Quinnimont as having accomplished a genuine and important work. In the drives home they chatted of an immense variety of things. Mr. Echols had been a wide traveller and talked very well of his travels, as indeed he did of all things. In the evening, when they all gathered in the drawing room, he read to them in his gentle, sonorous voice, or oftener played a rubber at whist with them, or at cribbage with Constance alone. In the midst of this happy life Constance often gave backward thoughts to days which seemed strangely unre lated to the present. She could very well have believed that many things which she remembered had happened to some other girl whom she knew and felt an interest in. One thing, which she still never recalled without a shame ful blush, she would have gladly transferred to another's memory and conscience, but the recollection of it dwelt in her with an anguishing pang, and this, with the thought of her father become a less prominent but not less poignant thought were the only failures in her bliss. Occasionally she devoted a faintly remorseful glance to March. The shame and mortification which he had generously forborne to let her see must have been keen enough. She wished that he had given her opportunity to 1 68 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. say her gratitude, to beg forgiveness for the self-will that had brought him such pain. But in her most enlightened moments she doubted whether she would have given expression to these feelings if his departure had been less hasty. March had never been to her quite as other men. She was aware that there were things which she could not say to him. And now a wall seemed to be building itself between her and her past life. When she climbed up occasionally to take a peep, she hastily got down, shuddering. The memory of her treatment of him was one of the things that made her retrospects brief. As she looked back at her whole relation with him, despite certain golden reminiscences, which she knew not where else to parallel, it took on an intolerable aspect. Of one thing she was clear : whatever she might once have spurred herself to do, she should not be able to speak of these things if she saw him again. The futility of fortifying herself in advance against a meeting so impossible sud denly touched her humorous sense, and she found it worth laughing at. A moment later she said to herself that destinies so intimately mingled did not disentangle themselves with facility. Fate was an ironical dame ; but her irony did not go so far. It was impossible. CHAPTER XIII. IT was some months later, as she sat one day sewing with her aunt, that the card of a visitor was brought to her. " Say that I can't see any one," she said. Then, glancing at the card, her face brightened. " Tell him I will be down at once." Frederick Lincoln rose with a glad smile on his hand some face as she entered, and tried to say how much it rejoiced him to see her again. He was evidently sincere, and Constance, on her part, felt the kind of pleasure in his presence which a breath of the sophisticated, in structed, refined, faintly artificial city air had always given her since she had left New York. The thought of it all came back to her with a rush, and in a moment she was being borne along upon fragrant, memorial clouds. The life, the traditions and sentiments of which she had been so intimately part, returned to her for the instant as if she had never broken with them. The young man's dress emphasized his urban manner. It was irreproachable, according to the fashion of the day ; but his lofty collar, the stock, the elaborately ruf fled shirt, and his fob, so far from appearing irrelevant spangles, seemed, as he wore them, the inevitable adorn ments of a gentleman. He was not tall, and for a young man, rather stout. His fair hair was cut close about a 170 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. well-made head. He had a prominent forehead, and large, alert, roving eyes shaded by glasses which in his case had the distinguishing effect. They sat upon a nose, the slight lateral curve of which, due to an accident in childhood, was not without the charm attaching to more heroic scars. When wonted to it one found himself liking it. He kept his hat in his hand and tapped his knee lightly with it as he talked. " You will pardon me, Miss Constance," he said, as he seated himself after their greeting, " if I make the inane traditional remark that you have grown ; and you won't expect me to add that you ' feature ' your cousin or your grandfather ? " He sat smiling at her with great amiability ; and a look of ready tolerance for all the world. " Yes, I've grown," assented Constance, giving his smile back, joyously. "You have given me time." " Oh, I protest ! It is a long while since you came down here in the coach, or you wouldn't say that. You have ceased to be physically reminded of the rocks and bumps and hollows. For my part, I am kept in remem brance of them." " It is some time since I left New York," musingly agreed Constance, giving reins to her memory. " I wonder you recall me. So much must have happened since then in the city. It is like a deposit of geological drift on the memory of people who haven't been there in four years. You were courageous to dig through to me, Mr. Lincoln." " I have always thought of you, Miss Constance," he answered her, reproachfully. " We were neither of us very old when we knew each other so well," said he, with the easy scorn of a young man of twenty-five for himself A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 171 at twenty-one. " But we enjoyed ourselves, I suppose, just as well as if we had known more ; or, at least," he made haste to add, with a smile of humorous apology, " I did." " Those were very happy days," said Constance, with unconscious wistfulness. " I have liked to think of them, to continue them in imagination. Do you remember the pleasant things that we used to do ? " " There were a great many of them." " Yes, were there not ? The long drives to King's Bridge, the ices at Barriere's, the skating and the theatre. Do you recall the night we saw Mr. Cooper as Hamlet ? I have always remembered that. He was capital, I thought, then." " And the routs at Mrs. Schenk's and Mrs. Vander- pool's up in Second Avenue, and that generous fellow's what was his name? bachelor, sister received with him " " De Ranke ? " " De Ranke ; that's it ! " The topic proved fruitful, and they gave themselves up interestedly to the discussion of these reminiscences for a long time. At length, when a pause fell : " I wonder if you can tell me where I shall find a friend of mine, who is also a friend of yours ? " asked Lincoln. " I don't know," returned Constance, still smiling at something they had just been saying, and bringing her self to the consideration of his question with an effort " Whom ? " " Owen March." " Owen March ! Why, do you know Mr. March ? " " Yes." 1 72 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " But he never told me." " Indeed ? You must have been at a loss to explain my presence here, then." Constance put her hand to her mouth and permitted herself a joyous laugh. " Hopelessly ! " Lincoln promptly joined her. " That is not bad. Don't suppose my stupidity has increased in proportion to the time since we met. I was thinking of March." " I see." " I am to pass my vacation with him. But first I came here. I remembered that I should see you." " Ah, that is better ! But I don't know why you should suppose me acquainted with Mr. March's whereabouts. He is a great way from here. I can tell you that." " Oh, not so far, I think, unless my geography is all out. What county is this ? Everything goes by counties in the South." " I can't say, I'm sure but Mr. March is not in it, if you mean that. He is in England." " He was. But haven't you heard ? " She looked at him curiously and passed her handker chief quickly over her lips. " I suppose not," said she, smiling. " Do I look intelligent ? " " Why, he only went over on account of his brother, you know. After his death " " He is dead, then his brother ? I am very sorry." " I don't know that you need be. He was a poor fel low, I fancy. The younger son was the favorite. Sir John was greatly grieved when he came over here ; but he took it very well. He thought it a queer whim." A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT 173 " Did you ? " she asked. " I ? Oh, I don't know. Yes, I thought it a little odd. Well, it is odd. The younger sons of baronets don't become dissatisfied with the run of things in their native land and come across to see what they can do for their fellow-unfortunates often at least, not every day, you know." " Yes, I know. I always liked it in him that he had the courage to be different from others." " He was very well off over there," said Lincoln. " Certainly, or his bravery would not have been costly. And now he has come back ? " " Yes, for a long stay this voyage, he says. He has brought his colony with him this time, and he means to remain and see it started. It is really a fine thing to do. You see, he is the eldest son now. He will have the title." She mused a moment. 11 Where is he now ? " she asked. " That is what I expected you to tell me. He wrote me that Quinnimont was the largest place near him." " Then he is not far from here ? " " Certainly not. He found the place, I think, after he came to you in Judea. Do you remember his going away for a day or two while he was with you ? He wrote me about it at the time. It was then he decided upon it. He calls it Gerrit, after an American who once saved his life in Germany." ' That is graceful." " Yes, March has a way of doing graceful things, if you have noticed. It would be culpable in any one else ; but his manner implies that you invariably do the graceful thing yourself, or at least that you only lack 174 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. opportunity. When one thinks of it, I suppose, that is a graceful attitude itself. But it is astonishing how readily one forgives it." Constance listened smilingly ; but " Gerrit ? " she mused. "Gerrit ? Oh, I know ! It is the English col ony near Afton. My uncle told us of it only the other day. And we had a long talk about it. He thought it a hopeful sign, and I remember he said that such a plan, well carried out, would be a great thing for the country. I suppose it would. And Mr. March is at the head of it," she ended, absently. " You know of the place, then ? You can direct me." " My uncle can," said Constance, remotely, her thoughts still surveying distant regions. " It is on the National Pike." Then, returning to herself, " You will not go on to-night ? " she said, cordially. " You must let us keep you until to-morrow." Lincoln assented readily to this agreeable proposal, and she presently led him out upon the lawn, where her aunt was seated with Jacinth. " You know, Miss Constance," he said, as they went down the steps, " I was to have seen you at Judea. It was all planned. I was to run down and spend a few days with March. Will you let me say," asked the young man, with gentle earnestness, " that it will always be one of my regrets that my slothful movements deprived me of seeing your father again ? You won't think it strange that I haven't spoken of your sorrow before ? " Constance's eyes filled. " Ah, I see that I ought to have let you take my sym pathy for granted. Men always bungle these things. But your father was very dear to me." " Yes, yes ; and he was fond of you. Don't miscon- A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 175 strue my weakness. I am glad to have any one speak of him who cared for him. It somehow helps me." Her tears were gone as they came up to the group on the lawn, but she introduced him in a subdued voice and turned away immediately. Lincoln needed no support ing impulse to a conversation for which he straightway made himself responsible ; and he was even presently upon almost jocular terms with the reserved Jacinth. 12 CHAPTER XIV. MARCH rode over next morning. Lincoln had written him that he should stop as he went through Quinnimont to see Constance, and this intimation that Miss Van Cleef had changed her residence for one so near Gerrit caused him a pleasurable shock of surprise. He felt that he should like greatly to see her again ; he remem bered that he owed her an apology for his unavoidably abrupt departure from Judea. As to Miss Van Cleef his mind was far from blank. He had a group of distinct impressions regarding her, and most of them were in the highest degree pleasant. He was greatly interested to know how she had come out of her trial. Her love for her father had been deep. It must have been a cruel sorrow. But he had great faith in her strength. She would have issued from the ordeal purified, he was sure ; if it had not quite blighted her, his knowledge of her informed him that she would have been enlarged and uplifted by experience. The expression of her personality had been systematically repressed under the strict conditions of her life in Judea. In her emancipation he wondered what new light had come to her, or rather how the removal of the close shade, through which her abundant light had hitherto shone fitfully, had affected her. He said to himself that he was fortunate to have the opportunity of satisfying his curiosity to see her again, and, after giving Lincoln A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 177 time to reach Quinnimont, he rode over to that compact, clean little town. Lincoln, catching sight of him as he came cantering up the shaded avenue, left the breakfast-table and ran out with his napkin in his hand to meet him. They made their mutual greetings as they walked to the stable together, leading March's horse. When they returned to the house breakfast was over, and a graceful family group was seated on the long portico. Constance sat on the top step comfortably curled against one of the fat pillars. She rose with a glad smile as she observed March, and stood waiting on the steps. Their hands met in a clasp of hearty friendliness, and March remained a moment smiling up at her as she stood above him. " You are looking well," was all he found to say. Then he passed quickly by her and took the hands whose owners Lincoln named to him. A tingling current ran through him from her touch which these handclasps did not stale. He seated him self in the chair which one of the younger girls brought him, with an infinitely agreeable sense of calm excite ment, which he made no attempt to account for. The heavily turfed lawn, from which the morning dew had scarcely passed, wore a generous green. Its striking breadth was flanked by double rows of maples and poplars, and wandered down, after its first noble sweep, among the slim, sun-lit boles of a scattered pine grove. The roadway, shaded by the maples, which above inter laced among the opposite silver poplars, swung in a liberal curve on either side the wide space of green. The lake showed a narrow, watery belt below the pines. It reminded March faintly of Devonshire. 178 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. Constance seated herself against the pillar again, and with her hands folded about her waist, listened quietly to the phrases in which March was expressing his admi ration of the neighboring country to Mr. Echols. For the first time March saw her with her head entirely uncovered. The prim little cap, in which he had been used to see her, had lent her, he perceived, a foreign quality. It had never been perfectly related to her, he had felt ; but he had not imagined how much it con cealed not physically, perhaps ; though the rich masses of her hair were an agreeable surprise to him. He had merely not thoroughly reckoned with the intense, ample individuality which her cap, and kerchief, and austere gray gown had quelled. He could not fancy one feeling free to utter one's self in such a costume in the midst of a carnival. It must react upon the wearer, as the priestly robes do, without reference to surroundings ; and surely her surroundings had not been an encouragement to any form of supple ness. As he observed her, sitting where a single shaft of the keen morning sun fell upon the light brown of her hair, it seemed to him that her close-fitting black gown, with its hints of worldly taste, the dainty little collar which had replaced the neckerchief, and the uncovered head about which the breeze hovered and played, were the symbols of her emancipation, as her former garb had been the symbol of her bondage. The sun-ray which sought her out from the east end of the portico, was the informing light which had come to her. Perhaps one might even imagine the breeze which sported about her head the liberal atmosphere in which she was hence forth to walk. Certainly she looked, despite the vague air of sadness A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 179 which now always accompanied her, a creature pre eminently at one with the stirring, eager, zestful world. She was so natural a figure in it, now that he saw her there, that March said to himself she had never been more than exiled from it. " Yes," said Mr. Echols, in answer to a question from March, " fairly old. We are not very good at the ancient on this side ; we've not been at it long enough. But we can show excellent century, century and a-half mansions that matter," he pursued, in his laconic, facile way, with a faint wave of his hand. Mr. Echols had a kind of grace uncommon with men. His movements were harmonious ; his gestures had a smooth, undulating ease. When he talked he leaned his head slightly forward, without bending his body, in a way that was indefinitely suggestive of a compliment to the person with whom he spoke. His lips wore the invete rate phantom of a smile. " Of course it's not a fair race for antiquity with you English. I don't know that we care to enter for it. Though, Mr. March, there are the Indians. There's a point or two there Behring Strait and that. If you don't bar them, there is certainly something to be said. Japan now that theory, you know. If we are trying for age we must rely upon the Indian. I've often thought that. That's why it's a pity to treat him as we do. He ought to be kept in a guarded treasury with the other archives, instead of being exterminated. That is like the college of heralds sending out commis sioners to cut down the genealogical trees. I'm in favor of leaving them standing. It's true Indian genealogy isn't first-rate, but it's all we've got." Mr. Echols asked March about his plans, and they all i8o A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. listened with interest as he told how he had brought over and established his colony. He admitted that it had not been easy. He was not absolute head of the company, and there had been some differences. His design of combining a large number of farm laborers and small farmers with the gentlemen colonists for whom he had made his first explorations had not been found to be a perfectly simple affair. But, as this had been his chief point in the entire matter, he had urged it. In the end he had gained his wish, and all were enviably content now. " Feudal a kind of small feudal system you are establishing over there," said Mr. Echols. " I trust you won't find it necessary to call your vassals out to render military service." " I think you are the nearest baron," returned March. " I hope you won't make me fight." " No, I think I prefer to claim as tenant in free and common socage, and when I use my right of piscary I shall send you up some fish out of your own brook as rent." " It is a kind of conspiracy your uncle is getting up," said March, speaking to Constance for the first time. The daintiest flush fled through her cheeks. She had been observing him directly as he turned toward her, and summoning before her memory the picture of a certain memorable scene with the unsolicited retinue of thoughts which always accompanied it. She looked down with a consciousness almost perfectly new to March's experience of her before responding. "You v/ill find it wonderfully harmless," she said, at length, with her head lifted to its usual firm poise. She let fall upon him her serene and gently confident glance. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 181 Mrs. Echols suggested that Jacinth and Constance introduce Mr. March to the beauties of the lake. Mr. Echols ordered his horse and chaise to drive his son and himself to town, and Lincoln joined the party which, in obedience to Mrs. Echols's proposal, presently sauntered over the lawn toward the boat house. Lincoln, who had the kind of faculty with young ladies which, like purer forms of genius, is probably born with its possessor, by a delightful bit of management secured Miss Jacinth to himself, and left March to push off in one of the other skiffs with Constance. This was by no means a disagreeable arrangement, but it gave March an odd thrill. He felt a strange reluctance now that the moment had come to meet her so intimately. It had the charms of a voyage of discovery, this little row, but it had also its uncertainties. He knew no one to whom he occupied so peculiar a relation. Fortunately few such incidents as that which distinguished his acquaintance with Constance had come in his way. He remembered that they had in fact scarcely met since their most singu lar excursion to the cemetery. The brief colloquy at the supper table on the same evening had been rendered impersonal by a sad necessity. Now, however, they would encounter without interposing media of any sort. Probably no impassivity that may be assumed at future meetings ever sufficiently defends a man who has fruit lessly offered marriage to a woman ; and with March the consciousness of a proposition which had committed him to a definite view of their relation was very present at the moment. This view had been perfectly frank and sincere, but it will be confessed that his position in con sequence of it was not without its embarrassing features. His proposal to her had been in the way of a gentleman's 1 82 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. obligation. It had seemed to him at the time obviously proper, and it had certainly been the only thing suffi ciently in the nature of reparation for the sad trouble his presence in Judeahad unconsciously caused her. But it must clearly affect their intercourse now that they had met again. It is to be added that his speculations touching the change which he vaguely saw in her, and, more distinctly guessed, had reached the point at which he was both eager to satisfy himself and reluctant to know all that there might be to learn. It was plain that she was scarcely at all the young girl he had known. But the difference was not certainly advantageous. There had been great opportunities in the half year or so since he had seen her. She had been through a crucial trial. She had entered on a wholly new life. How had it left her ? On the whole, as has been intimated, his attitude was one of faith. But on various scores he entered the boat with misgiving. On her part, Constance was not without a sense of the situation. CHAPTER XV. THE lake sat in a dense, even circle of green. The pines, oaks, maples, beeches and chestnuts left wide aisles in their ranks for one who walked among them ; but on the further side of the sheet of water they pre sented a solid bank of green, scantily touched in the late September by the modest pigments with which the un- eager Autumn paints the southern woods. It is only in the positive North and indubitable South that Nature uses all her color box ; the half-way house is not her favorite. The tree tops sloped to the fringe of shrubs which on every side saw their obeisance mirrored in the tranquil water. The house was not visible from the lake, which, indeed, had an indescribable effect of remoteness and solitude. Lincoln had pushed out and rounded the bend beyond the boat-house before the other boat was launched, and his skiff was not in sight when March pulled out into the lake. It was one of the perfect days which glorify the Autumn everywhere. The air was soft and perhaps faintly warm. One did not know. It certainly was not cool. The vaguest and most respectful breeze imaginable made its effect, like a true artist, without obtrusion. It embroidered itself upon the water in a lacework as fine as a cobweb. The sun had forgotten its vicious habit of heat and shed now only a glow to make the heart glad. In the way the painter evolves from his model, his observations of a thousand women, and his imagination 1 84 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. of what one woman should be, the perfect figure that we know, the day seemed, to an admirable pattern, to have added its memories of all the gentle days that ever were, and illumined it all with its own graceful fancies of the day that might be. A silence which nothing broke but the mewing of a catbird and the mournful note of the crows that from time to time flapped above the boat toward their perch across the lake seemed to have taken possession of the world ; and the loitering clouds looked down on it all out of their stainless cup of blue. March pulled vigorously down the lake for a few moments ; then, bringing the skiff gradually about, directed it toward a point upon the further shore at which a line of alders leaned out over the water as if seeking the embrace of sisters that never came. It was pleasantly cool in their shade, and when he had reached it he let the boat drift and sat with his knee in his hands looking absently past Constance, who sat in the stern. They had exchanged the necessary words at the boat- house ; but a silence had fallen upon them since they set out. " We ought to have some experiences to exchange," said March, at length, smiling musingly. "I don't know where we should begin," returned the girl. , " Has so much happened ? " " Everything ! Nothing seems ever to have happened before. I believe you are the most recent occurrence." " Indeed ! I supposed I had been happening a long time." " You have come back. I did not think you would come back." " You underrated my interest." A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 185 " You seem to believe in us," she said. "As I told you once, such faith seems very generous. But I never sup posed you would give it such practical form." " I hope you approve." " I can't tell you how much I have thought of it. If those people were as wretched as you used to tell me, it must be a great thing for them. Even for the better class it is such an opening, I should think. A woman can't know much about these things, of course. But it seems wise and good very good. It is the kind of work I should like to do." March's eyes kindled. " You don't know how glad you would make me if you could," he said. "A woman's hand the hand of a strong, clear-sighted woman is exactly our present need. You see, the men brought their families, and now, until we can get the houses built, there is such perplexity such a host of those little hourly vexations that draw upon the force which ought to go into the project itself, as I can't begin to tell you." " And you think I could help you ? " " You would be invaluable, Miss Van Cleef. There is an infinite number of difficulties that only a woman can smooth. You would see them at once. 'They would not be hard, I think, to you. The poor women are not used to your American ways, and, living as they are obliged to, yet, half in bivouac, their trials seem to them very considerable. Yes, you could do a great deal/ You see that I am taking you very much at your word." " You are very good. I am sure I did not wish to be taken at anything less. You don't know what a prospect you open to me ! " " I hope I don't open too much hard work." 1 86 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " Whatever it costs I am sure I shall enjoy it. I have my little charities in Quinnimont, but they leave me abundance of time. And, if you will let me, I can't think where I should find more pleasure than in employing it in that way." She leaned her elbows on her lap and clasped her hands thoughtfully before her. Finally she looked up with a little smile. " Perhaps my enthusiasm seems strange to you. You don't remember my concerning myself much about these things?" " You were always very good." " Yes, I think I meant to be. But it was a poor goodness, I am afraid, with superficial roots. It never accomplished anything. It spent its time in intending fairly well. Perhaps it is not much better yet, but I hope I have bought some experience." " I trust it has not been too expensive." She smiled sadly. " I suppose I paid the market price. It doesn't often fall, I believe." " No ; though the supply is always so much larger than the demand, I'm afraid we shall never be. wise enough to buy it cheaply. If there is ever an improve ment I hope it will be in putting it on sale in the second hand shops." . " Yes, it seems sad that we can't get it at some one's else expense. They are always offering it at bankrupt sales," smiled she. " Ah, if I could have taken what my father offered, what his whole life seemed to say ! " " Perhaps it has come to you since. It has not ceased to be good." March pulled aimlessly at the oars. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 187 " Since ! Ah, since ! " " As you say, a great deal has happened." " So much ! " March took up the oars and pulled for two or three hundred yards. He stopped before a tiny cascade which whitened the face of a moss-tufted slope of rock. The falling water made a cooling sound with its shivering, rustling slip over the stone ; it found its way into the lake by a tortuous channel, and they fancied, as they looked over the boat's side, that they could see where the lake drank it in below the surface, and that its coming made the water clearer. " I have not liked to say how much I have felt for you in your affliction," he said, briefly. " You must know that I can't thank you for the kindness that made things so much easier at the time. I didn't know of it until afterward, and you did not give me an opportunity to express my feeling." " It was not entirely in my choice," he answered to the mrld reproach in her tone. " Yes, they have told me. I am so sorry," she said, frankly. " We had not known each other very well, I am afraid. Perhaps we should have remained a little distant in spirit if things had been different. But he was my brother. It was very bitter." u It must have put new difficulties in the way of your American plan," said Constance. " Yes, it did not make my father more willing to let me leave home. He has never more than yielded to my project." " But you will go back ? " " After a while yes." 1 88 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " Your unfortunates have their claims, but they have not all the claims, I suppose." " No, but I must see them settled. There are a great many things to be done yet. I'm ploughing up the ground, so to speak." " I trust you will gather a large crop," she returned, smiling. March pulled slowly over to the boat-house and put up the skiff. Constance, as she walked up the path, was reflect ing upon the possibilities of effective charity which his proposition discovered to her imagination. It would be the fortunate sort of work from which one saw direct returns. It was like doing a small tradesman's business and casting up one's profits at the end of the day to a cent. Constance was not without the weakness of her sex for material facts. A pound that one could see and handle was better than a ton which one could only fancy. She had a despairing feeling about some of her work that it was like dropping stones into a pool. Doubtless it filled it up, but she feared that she should not live to see the water perceptibly displaced. She tried to have faith, and the infirmity which led her to long for visible results was far from the poor lust that they might be seen of men. But she could not help desiring to see them herself. In the work which March proposed to her at Gerrit she hoped to be able to use her orderly broom, so to speak, and to see the dust fly, and she tried to humble her con fidence after a habit which had not been familiar to her some months before that she was capable of this mis sionary undertaking. March was thinking of the evidences of the change in her of which his fancy had given him hints. The lumin- A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 189 ous and far-reaching nature of it was a kind of scandal to his recent doubts of its character. The question whether it was a gain was like an inquiry whether fol iage was an addition to a tree. It seemed a perfectly relevant adornment. It sprang as naturally from the original substance of her character as leaves in Spring drink the sap waiting their use and leap out upon the sleeping branches. The two were amply occupied with these thoughts as they went up toward the house, and there appeared to be a tacit understanding between them that their acquaint ance was intimate enough to warrant the long silence which neither was inspired to break until they reached the piazza, steps. " It is arranged, I believe, Mr. March," said Constance, " that you and Mr. Lincoln are to spend the night, so that you have time for anything. Do you want to help me get some peaches ? " March professed his eagerness, and when she had gone in and found a basket she explained to him, as they walked around the house and into the garden, that she meant the fruit for an invalid, to whom she would take it "when she drove to Quinnimont next morning. " You know you are going out to Gerrit to-morrow," said March. She smiled. " How should I know it ? " " I had hoped you would guess I should want you." " You put too much faith in my imagination." " I trust I don't rely too much on its friendliness to the project now that it is before you. Should you like to see the place ? " He wished to hear her say it. 1 90 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 11 Of all things," she answered, quietly, with genuine wishfulness. " I will have the peaches sent into town." When they came to the tree he took hold of a low- growing branch and shook it quickly. A shower of the rosy-faced fruit fell about them. " I'm afraid I shall have to ask you to climb it, Mr. March," she said. " I suppose I might give Mrs. Jewett the bruised ones, for she doesn't see any kind often, but they look so much more tempting when they are perfect, and she is not well." March swung himself readily into the tree. It was rather high for a peach tree, and he mounted to a perch among the upper branches before he found a point from which he could reach the finest fruit. Then as he began to pick, Constance suggested that he had forgotten the basket. He looked about him. " I'm rather too well placed to come down," he said. " Suppose would you mind holding your dress ? I will toss them into it." Constance laughed. " I suppose that is the least I can do, since you sacri fice your dignity to climb a tree for me." She caught up the corners of her skirt the least bit and kneeling down, looked up at him with a delicious laugh. She held the skirt far out in a tight clutch, and retracted her form with a pretty timidity from the net which she stretched before her. March sat looking down upon this graceful picture for a moment before dropping the peach in his hand into her skirt. She averted her head while she waited fearfully for the fall of the fruit. The gentle curves of her throat were turned up to him, and the admirable lines of her figure were thrown into relief. She had never looked so pretty to him. A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 191 " Dear me ! " She glanced up. " I'm quite ready," she said. She drew back her head quickly as a large peach came through the air. It gave a little shock to her hands as it fell into the hollow of her skirt. She looked up again as she took it out and put it into her basket. " You look as if you were afraid they would hit you," said March, laughing. " I shall be careful." " Yes, but make haste," returned she, with a faint blush. He went on rapidly and she had presently filled her basket. March found an agreeable worldliness in her manner. He did not know why, but he could not imagine this epi sode happening in Judea. As he left the whist table that evening to go to his room with Lincoln, having endeared himself to Mr. Echols by beating him the rubber, in company with Constance, he repeated to himself that she was decidedly not the young lady he had known. 13 CHAPTER XVI. CARRIAGES were considered a kind of effeminacy about Quinnimont, and the party which set out for Gerrit the next morning, at March's invitation, was in the saddle, save Mr. and Mrs. Echols, who drove in a chaise. Con stance, Jacinth, Helen, and Ethel were mounted, and the company went down the shaded carriageway at an easy trot. The air had a fresh, new minted feeling, and glowed and glistened in the morning sun. The dew shone upon the cobwebs in the stubble of the fields they gal loped by, and the hollows of the mountains were draped with mist. The meadows freaked by black dots, which were heaps of seed clover when one came to look stretched fair in the young light on every hand. The golden rod was rubbing its eyes and looking up as the morning warmed itself ; the choke and elderberries were shedding jewelled tears. It was a morning in which to be glad of life, and, with a lithe horse under one, there was no reason why one should not find his condition at least an excellent imitation of content. March asked Constance for a gallop, and giving their horses rein, they left the party for one of those wild flights which, it is to be supposed, are dear to men for the momentary surrender to the latent animal in us all. Con stance's cheeks were carnation and her eyes glistened as they turned and let their horses take them back at a walk to rejoin the company. Lincoln and Jacinth swept by A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 193 them, and Constance watched them disappear as if she were thinking of their progress. Then she turned to March with, " I have been thinking of what you said yesterday, and talking to aunt of it. It seems to her an excellent idea. She is anxious to assist." " She is very kind," said March. " I could not have expected such sympathy." " Indeed, I think everyone who understands your aim must wish to help you. It is no credit to them. But what I wanted to say was I don't know that I can say it either." " Don't try." " Yes, I think I will. It's that if I do anything at Gerrit I want to feel that I have a right to do it and a reason a good, practical reason." " Surely " March began. " You don't understand. You would say that charity doing what I can for fellow-creatures who chanced to be less fortunately placed than I was reason enough. I admit it ought to be, and, of course, that is what draws me to it. But I feel the obligation upon me to prove my right to exist, if you understand." She glanced at him hesitatingly. " I have a great longing to relate myself to the suffering people that one sees everywhere about. They are a perpetual reproach, and their faces seem always to be asking how I dare how anyone dare build a wall about oneself and live only for the interesting things. They are interesting ! Oh, they are! And that is the trouble. They allure me even after I fancy I have come out from behind my wall and gone down a little among their wants. And so I would like to secure my interest in this by a good, sordid tie. Mr. March, I think IQ4 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. you must go with me far enough to comprehend it's true it isn't perfectly intelligible but you won't make fun of me, and will you let me be a stockholder ? " March did not laugh, but he said with smiling sym pathy which was as grateful to her as assent for the moment, " In Gerrit ? Why, it isn't a stock company exactly, Miss Van Cleef." " I know. But somehow you can let me have a share a money share in it. I didn't explain it all. It would be a curb upon my pretensions like some one standing by all the time and smiling pityingly on them. That is what I need something to humble me. It is like but I can't make myself clear. It must seem great non sense." " On the contrary, if you will let me say it, it's great wisdom. But, Miss Van Cleef, Gerrit is only an experi ment. If we had opened books and our stock were for sale I shouldn't like you to risk anything upon our suc cess." " You believe it will succeed, don't you ?" she asked, quickly. "Certainly. But I should dislike to feel that any one was hanging anything on that belief. No, Miss Van Cleef ; wait until we begin to declare dividends and then we shall want to present some of the stock, if there is any, to our Lady Bountiful." "You don't understand. I have some money that doesn't belong to me." " The more reason " " No, it belongs to no one else. I hold it in trust. There are some unpaid bequests of my father on which the interest has been accumulating." A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 195 " Indeed ! I had an impression Mr. Keator said that your father's estate, with the exception of some small legacies to his sisters, went to you." " It did. But there are things that I knew he would like to have done. I have promised Mr. Keator to build him a new hospital at Judea, and you remember telling me of the poor people in the West Indies ? I have decided to make a permanent fund for the support of a Moravian missionary there." " You have done a capital thing. I can't tell you how glad I am." After a pause : " But, perhaps, you have taken my word too implicitly. There may be I sup pose there must be places where the need is greater." " Isn't it enough if we do what seems a good thing ? We are not bound to hunt out the best thing." They met the party, and, turning, they all cantered on. From time to time as he rode beside Constance, March glanced curiously at her. She seemed finely in accord this morning with the world to which she had said she longed to relate herself ; she appeared to have her fingers on its pulse, and her breath came and went in tune to all the life about them. She looked in every direction as she rode with joyous inconsequence. Her eyes honored each perfection of the perfect autumn morning as their course opened before them, and her head moved about with the nervous liveliness of a bird's, while her lips wore a satisfied smile. Sometimes she galloped forward a little, and March watched fondly her even, graceful rise and fall in the saddle, with her body bent slightly forward as if fearful that some of the morn ing might escape her. The company paused upon a hill to await the chaise which their rapid riding had left behind. The emi- 196 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. nence rose out of a blooming valley the valley in which Quinnimont was. Along its slopes the earth lay fallow, expectantly turning its face to the sun. In a field near, where the long creases of the plough had been levelled, the process of sowing went on. Down in the bottoms the corn waved and rustled in banks of green and yellow. The barnyards were rich with the sere evi dences of harvest, and from among the clustering build ings of a farmstead on the knoll beyond came the sound of the smart, rhythmic tapping of flails. In the meadows where the stubble lingered undisturbed by the plough, the weeds and clover were making haste to green over the bristling sticks, and an oily ether, such as a stove exhales, danced and palpitated above them. The birds twittered from the trees, and sang joyously as they swam through the sun-lit air. The grasshoppers went with their nimble, ceaseless leaps among the clover, sounding their little harpstrings as they hopped from covert to covert. " It is the autumn ! It is the autumn ! " they seemed to say. " This is our last dance. They will turn the lights out presently." And the bastard daisies, the pink yarrow, the golden rod, the yellow snapdragon, the occasional tardy clover heads and belated dandelions that fringed the roadside, seemed filled with the prophetic thought and drank eagerly all the sunshine they could find ; while the maples and sumachs, the Virginia creeper and the black berry vines running along the stone walls were pranking themselves in gay reds, determined that the season should go out in a blaze of glory, though their ball dresses cost them their existence. Gerrit lay in the next valley, beyond the mountain which faced Quinnimont, and when the chaise came A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 197 up, March and Constance pressed on to the clambering road which made a way to their destination through the hills. The road attacked the mountain by a brave steep at first, then wound artfully about it, snatching an advan tage where it could and lifting itself to the summit. When they had climbed the long hills, they rode along the levels at a swinging trot, and on the frequent inclines dropped the rein upon their horses' necks and let them take what gait they would. As they came from time to time upon a clearing, they caught dissolving views of the fertile valley below, at which Constance refused to look, keeping the sensation untasted until it could be known in its entirety. The fresh light of the sun, not yet five hours old, fell softly on the tree-tops, and the lower branches made wide nets to take it on their various greens. It was prettiest where the saplings and succulent young growths grew so dense that the brightness diffi cultly sifted through the boughs by the maples and chestnuts only knew what indirections. The wood peckers were beating their reveille, and this, with the hum of the bees, the chattering of orioles and the steady hoof-falls were often the only sounds that broke the still ness as they stooped under a wild grapevine, or con tented their eyes with the graces which the sunshine wrought in the woods. March told Constance as they rode of the constitution of Gerrit and his hopes for its success. He said that it was not a commune except in the best sense, that is, that every man had a common interest although prop erty was separate. " Our aim is modest enough. We do not hope to revolutionize the world ; we do not think this the only way, but only one convenient way, or an experiment 198 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. toward it, and so we don't compassionate the remainder of mankind, nor attempt to proselyte them. There are a thousand needs, and we are groping toward an answer to only one of them. Bringing these people across the water and placing them here I am thinking of the farm ers and farm laborers, who are my chief interest is merely cutting a path for them. They are together, because it was thought that our end was more easily attained by that method than by scattering them. They are being given a little guiding hand in entering the path, but further than, that nothing will be done to assist them. It is simply offering them an opportunity. A plot of ground is assigned to them ; they build their houses themselves out of logs, and they pay for . their land by yearly installments out the profits of their crops. The association will buy it back if they should ever wish to leave ; or, if they remain, they can buy out the entire settlement if they can find the money." " Some one tells me that the people in Quinnimont have all kinds of fancies about your object. None of them are like that." " No ; they imagine that we mean to do away with money and bring back barter, and to force all farmers to live in communities by bringing down the prices of things through co-operation." The view from the summit included both valleys. That from which they had come was the more cultivated, but the vale below, in which March pointed out the raw, half-built houses of Gerrit, seemed quite as fertile. Constance glanced over the prospect, which was free to the horizon on all sides. The mountains made a perfect circle, and looked down from every quarter upon the smiling plains, which the gnomes that dwell in volcanoes A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 199 had forborne to upheave when the geology of this region was enacting and the hills were lifted to the society of the clouds. Constance imagined the farm-dotted landscape a chess board. The square, ploughed fields were the black spots and the green meadows did for the others. She made the stone houses castles, and the ordinary houses went for pawns, the oaks and other portly trees for bishops. When she saw a horse she knighted it. The rare orchards planted in regular rows she liked to fancy acrostics, and to read them up and down and across. There were several new houses completed at Gerrit, besides the fine old mansion of the revolutionary period, which had been the residence of former owners. The sound of hammering filled the air, and a host of men were hurrying about in their shirt sleeves. Some of the women were washing in front of their embryonic homes, and the cheerful odors of many preparing dinners made their way to the nostrils through the apertures which were one day to be covered 4 with roofs, as well as through the windows. While he was yet in the saddle March was surrounded by a numerous group of the colonists. One of them announced that certain of the cows had broken pasture ; another said that the corn which they had bought upon their arrival ready planted upon one of their fields, had been touched by frost. A third wanted instructions about shingles, and another offered the information that Jem Carver had not been seen since the night before. " Drunk, I suppose ? " said March. " Yes, sir, I doubt he is." " Send him to me when he comes back." With the other embarrassments he dealt promptly, 200 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. giving rapid orders as he alighted and helped his guests to do the same. Constance asked that she might be allowed to make acquaintance with the women for herself. " I don't want them to feel that I am a visitor," she said. March assented with a smile of intelligence, and she gathered up her riding-skirt and walked swiftly over to the first woman she saw. She was washing, and took one of her hands out of the tub to smooth an obstinate strand of hair, while she courtesied with respectful wonder. Constance had taken off her glove and bravely shook her hand. She had gained experience during the last half year, and, by one of the womanly intuitions, had found the common ground upon which alone the ignorant and distressed are successfully met. She neither con descended to them nor pitied them. So far as she sym pathized with them she made it seem the natural sympathy of one woman for another, and she sur rounded it all with a dignity \yhich asked no more than it gave, and which commonly won their instant and faithful respect. Her charity, however mistaken or in effective it may have been, at least did not wear its em broidered purse at its waist, nor carry its ointment as a badge and its lint as a flag. It was perfectly unobtrusive, and its methods were certainly eminently vindicated in the case of this woman, from whom she had in ten minutes the story of all her troubles and wants. The party went about the inchoate settlement under the guidance of March, and Mr. Echols kept his glasses to his eyes and made his observations. " I suppose I ought to keep up my character as a Southerner, Mr. March, by telling you that shingles are A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 201 a great error. I would if I could with any sort of con science. It's the lingering Connecticut in me. Thatch, you know thatch is the proper thing. Durable ? No, it isn't, and you would have to wait until next summer to cut your straw. But then . Open roofs are incon venient ? Certainly. But custom custom, you see, has nothing to do with cold weather." March said that he intended to clear the forest from the mountain slopes and cultivate them. Mr. Echols asked if he had determined what he would plant upon them, and he owned that he had not. " You haven't thought of grapes grapes and peaches ? Now, there's southern France France and Italy. You know where they plant their vineyards ? Southern exposure, good slope, plenty of sun, that sort of thing. When I tell our people that about here they hint that I'm not a farmer. In other words, I don't know beans. But grapes I fancy I know grapes ; and I'm glad to find an unprejudiced subject. Try the experiment, Mr. March." He said many more things in his shrewd, smiling way as they walked about. Mrs. Echols joined Constance when they encountered her, and went about with her for a time, but presently returned to the party which March was leading back to his own residence. This ancient dwelling was decorated with a piazza, like enough Mr. Echols's to have been the product of the same mould, and when he had seen his visitors seated upon it, March left them in the competent care of Lincoln and went to find Constance. He met her coming out of one of the cottages. " I hope you have been making excuses for us," he said. 202 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " There is not so much need as I fancied," returned she, "but there are ever so many things to be done. You can't think." " I've heard," he said, smiling. They walked slowly toward the house. " Not the unabridged version," she answered, con fidently. " They wouldn't tell it all to a man, even if they could remember it. I can't recall everything myself even now. There is so much no man could have an idea. I think I shall have to come again and make a list of the things they have. That would be quite simple." " Come again, anyway," he said. " Never fear ! I shall come often enough. I am greatly interested." " You can not come too often," said March, earnestly. " If I can do any good. No." " I shall like to have you come, you know, whether you do our people here good or not," he said, with a novel feeling thrilling him strangely. " Your coming will always do me good." His voice took an altogether new tone. He found himself unable to control it. Their talk had always been singularly free from the personal cast, and these words were rich in implication. A fleeting expression halted abruptly on her face, and she glanced quickly toward him. Then she said : " I suppose you know, Mr. March, that those poor women have no washboards." CHAPTER XVII. MARCH stood upon the portico and thoughtfully watched them ride away. Then he came to where Lin coln was sitting and flung himself into a chair beside him. He began to beat the sides of it nervously with his hands. " What is it, March ? " asked Lincoln. " It's a long story." " That is what you said yesterday when I asked about Miss Van Cleef's transgression. You remember you were speaking of something of the sort." " Well, they are the same thing." Lincoln pulled musingly at his upper lip with his fingers, and looked at his companion. " You give me credit for a great deal of penetration," he said. " How's that ? " " I suppose you think I understand. I don't." March smiled. " I had no idea you understood. I don't myself." " Well, then, I don't even understand what you are trying to understand." "You know that you will. You believe that I can have no reason for refusing to tell you anything worth while." His face was full of the friendship to which they did not give clearer expression. 204 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. " My dear fellow ! " exclaimed Lincoln, impulsively, as he grasped his hand. March told him the story of his relation with Con stance. An irresistible need was upon him to set it in a clear light before himself. He wished to understand, if he could, the monstrous blindness which had withheld from him until now the perception that he loved her. " You see," he said, as he finished, " what a cheap position it leaves upon my hands." " You couldn't have known." " No ; but I needn't have been an ass." " I don't see how that is." "It was gratuitous to tell her, that evening in the cemetery, that I didn't care for her." " Well, you didn't. You wouldn't have had yourself kneeling and calling the gods to witness, would you ? " " I might have said less. I need not have insisted on my indifference." " My dear fellow, you are trying to convince me that you made it seem like conferring a favor. You must remember I didn't meet you yesterday." " Don't, don't, Lincoln ! Your friendly imagination makes it worse. That is just what I did." " Oh, come now ! " " And as if that wasn't bad enough, I've no doubt I showed her that I felt it was the gentlemanly thing." " Well, it was, and that is where you have got to take your stand." " It was unnecessary to let her see what prompted me, however you dress up the motive itself. I suppose you admit that." " See here, March, I don't admit anything. I wasn't there and I don't know what you said, but I am as clear A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT. 205 as though I had taken it down in shorthand that you said nothing ungentlemanly, or that you ought to be repent ing of." " Said ! It was my manner ! She must have thought me a brute." " I've no doubt she did," returned Lincoln, with unction, " and that is the reason she has treated you with such uncommon consideration ever since. She likes the race." " Do you think so, Lincoln ? Tell me ; has it seemed so to you ? " " How do I know ? I don't think she dislikes you." March rose and walked up and down the portico with nervous strides. He paused suddenly before Lincoln. " It's a coxcomb's fancy, but I really believe I am not indifferent to her. She lets me do things ; she seems willing I should be with her." " Well, what more do you want ? You don't expect a girl like that to wear her heart on her sleeve." " No, no, that's true. I should never know any more than negatively from her manner if I went on until doomsday. She isn't a girl who keeps her mental doors open. That is what I admired in her from the first." "Yes," said Lincoln, kindly. He had always felt that it was one of the offices of friendship to listen patiently to the lover's rhapsodies of one's friends. " And if, as you seem to think, she has forgiven that cruel affront to all her maiden pride, it is only the merci fulness that I have always felt in her." " I didn't say she forgave it. That isn't the word. She didn't believe you." " Lincoln ! " 206 A VICTORIOUS DEFEAT, " Yes, I mean it. A girl with her intuitions, with her imagination, could not have avoided seeing what you were able to blind yourself to. It's an extremely dull woman who doesn't know when a man is in love with her, and I hope you don't think her one of the exceptions." " Lincoln, I must tell you that you go a great ways. I didn't say " " I know you didn't, but you won't tell me that it wasn't so."