the golden road-第25章

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ist　revival　father　got　converted　in；　and　so　of　course　he　joined　the　Methodist　church。　　He　wasn't　anything　before。　　He　used　to　say　he　was　a　Nothingarian　and　lived　up　to　itkind　of　bragging　like。　　But　he's　a　strong　Methodist　now；　and　is　going　to　go　to　Markdale　Methodist　church　and　pay　to　the　salary。　　Now　what'll　he　say　when　I　tell　him　I'm　a　Presbyterian？〃

〃You　haven't　told　him；　yet？〃　asked　the　Story　Girl。

〃No；　I　didn't　dare。　　I　was　scared　he'd　say　I'd　have　to　be　a　Methodist。〃

〃Well；　Methodists　are　pretty　near　as　good　as　Presbyterians；〃　said　Felicity；　with　the　air　of　one　making　a　great　concession。

〃I　guess　they're　every　bit　as　good；〃　retorted　Peter。　　〃But　that　ain't　the　point。　　I've　got　to　be　a　Presbyterian；　'cause　I　stick　to　a　thing　when　I　once　decide　it。　　But　I　expect　father　will　be　mad　when　he　finds　out。〃

〃If　he's　converted　he　oughtn't　to　get　mad；〃　said　Dan。

〃Well；　lots　o'　people　do。　　But　if　he　isn't　mad　he'll　be　sorry；　and　that'll　be　even　worse；　for　a　Presbyterian　I'm　bound　to　be。　　But　I　expect　it　will　make　things　unpleasant。〃

〃You　needn't　tell　him　anything　about　it；〃　advised　Felicity。　　〃Just　keep　quiet　and　go　to　the　Methodist　church　until　you　get　big；　and　then　you　can　go　where　you　please。〃

〃No；　that　wouldn't　be　honest；〃　said　Peter　sturdily。　　〃My　Aunt　Jane　always　said　it　was　best　to　be　open　and　above　board　in　everything；　and　especially　in　religion。　　So　I'll　tell　father　right　out；　but　I'll　wait　a　few　weeks　so　as　not　to　spoil　things　for　ma　too　soon　if　he　acts　up。〃

Peter　was　not　the　only　one　who　had　secret　cares。　　Sara　Ray　was　beginning　to　feel　worried　over　her　looks。　　I　heard　her　and　Cecily　talking　over　their　troubles　one　evening　while　I　was　weeding　the　onion　bed　and　they　were　behind　the　hedge　knitting　lace。　　I　did　not　mean　to　eavesdrop。　　I　supposed　they　knew　I　was　there　until　Cecily　overwhelmed　me　with　indignation　later　on。

〃I'm　so　afraid；　Cecily；　that　I'm　going　to　be　homely　all　my　life；〃　said　poor　Sara　with　a　tremble　in　her　voice。　　〃You　can　stand　being　ugly　when　you　are　young　if　you　have　any　hope　of　being　better　looking　when　you　grow　up。　　But　I'm　getting　worse。　　Aunt　Mary　says　I'm　going　to　be　the　very　image　of　Aunt　Matilda。　　And　Aunt　Matilda　is　as　homely　as　she　can　be。　　It　isn't〃and　poor　Sara　sighed〃a　very　cheerful　prospect。　　If　I　am　ugly　nobody　will　ever　want　to　marry　me；　and；〃　concluded　Sara　candidly；　〃I　don't　want　to　be　an　old　maid。〃

〃But　plenty　of　girls　get　married　who　aren't　a　bit　pretty；〃　comforted　Cecily。　　〃Besides；　you　are　real　nice　looking　at　times；　Sara。　　I　think　you　are　going　to　have　a　nice　figure。〃

〃But　just　look　at　my　hands；〃　moaned　Sara。　　〃They're　simply　covered　with　warts。〃

〃Oh；　the　warts　will　all　disappear　before　you　grow　up；〃　said　Cecily。

〃But　they　won't　disappear　before　the　school　concert。　　How　am　I　to　get　up　there　and　recite？　　You　know　there　is　one　line　in　my　recitation；　'She　waved　her　lily…white　hand；'　and　I　have　to　wave　mine　when　I　say　it。　　Fancy　waving　a　lily…white　hand　all　covered　with　warts。　　I've　tried　every　remedy　I　ever　heard　of；　but　nothing　does　any　good。　　Judy　Pineau　said　if　I　rubbed　them　with　toad…spit　it　would　take　them　away　for　sure。　　But　how　am　I　to　get　any　toad…　spit？〃

〃It　doesn't　sound　like　a　very　nice　remedy；　anyhow；〃　shuddered　Cecily。　　〃I'd　rather　have　the　warts。　　But　do　you　know；　I　believe　if　you　didn't　cry　so　much　over　every　little　thing；　you'd　be　ever　so　much　better　looking。　　Crying　spoils　your　eyes　and　makes　the　end　of　your　nose　red。〃

〃I　can't　help　crying；〃　protested　Sara。　　〃My　feelings　are　so　very　sensitive。　　I've　given　up　trying　to　keep　THAT　resolution。〃

〃Well；　men　don't　like　cry…babies；〃　said　Cecily　sagely。　　Cecily　had　a　good　deal　of　Mother　Eve's　wisdom　tucked　away　in　that　smooth；　brown　head　of　hers。

〃Cecily；　do　you　ever　intend　to　be　married？〃　asked　Sara　in　a　confidential　tone。

〃Goodness！〃　cried　Cecily；　quite　shocked。　　〃It　will　be　time　enough　when　I　grow　up　to　think　of　that；　Sara。〃

〃I　should　think　you'd　have　to　think　of　it　now；　with　Cyrus　Brisk　as　crazy　after　you　as　he　is。〃

〃I　wish　Cyrus　Brisk　was　at　the　bottom　of　the　Red　Sea；〃　exclaimed　Cecily；　goaded　into　a　spurt　of　temper　by　mention　of　the　detested　name。

〃What　has　Cyrus　been　doing　now？〃　asked　Felicity；　coming　around　the　corner　of　the　hedge。

〃Doing　NOW！　　It's　ALL　the　time。　　He　just　worries　me　to　death；〃　returned　Cecily　angrily。　　〃He　keeps　writing　me　letters　and　putting　them　in　my　desk　or　in　my　reader。　　I　never　answer　one　of　them；　but　he　keeps　on。　　And　in　the　last　one；　mind　you；　he　said　he'd　do　something　desperate　right　off　if　I　wouldn't　promise　to　marry　him　when　we　grew　up。〃

〃Just　think；　Cecily；　you've　had　a　proposal　already；〃　said　Sara　Ray　in　an　awe…struck　tone。

〃But　he　hasn't　done　anything　desperate　yet；　and　that　was　last　week；〃　commented　Felicity；　with　a　toss　of　her　head。

〃He　sent　me　a　lock　of　his　hair　and　wanted　one　of　mine　in　exchange；〃　continued　Cecily　indignantly。　　〃I　tell　you　I　sent　his　back　to　him　pretty　quick。〃

〃Did　you　never　answer　any　of　his　letters？〃　asked　Sara　Ray。

〃No；　indeed！　　I　guess　not！〃

〃Do　you　know；〃　said　Felicity；　〃I　believe　if　you　wrote　him　just　once　and　told　him　your　exact　opinion　of　him　in　good　plain　English　it　would　cure　him　of　his　nonsense。〃

〃I　couldn't　do　that。　　I　haven't　enough　spunk；〃　confessed　Cecily　with　a　blush。　　〃But　I'll　tell　you　what　I　did　do　once。　　He　wrote　me　a　long　letter　last　week。　　It　was　just　awfully　SOFT；　and　every　other　word　was　spelled　wrong。　　He　even　spelled　baking　soda；　'bacon　soda！'〃

〃What　on　earth　had　he　to　say　about　baking　soda　in　a　love…letter？〃　asked　Felicity。

〃Oh；　he　said　his　mother　sent　him　to　the　store　for　some　and　he　forgot　it　because　he　was　thinking　about　me。　　Well；　I　just　took　his　letter　and　wrote　in　all　the　words；　spelled　right；　above　the　wrong　ones；　in　red　ink；　just　as　Mr。　Perkins　makes　us　do　with　our　dictation　exercises；　and　sent　it　back　to　him。　　I　thought　maybe　he'd　feel　insulted　and　stop　writing　to　me。〃

〃And　did　he？〃

〃No；　he　didn't。　　It　is　my　opinion　you　can't　insult　Cyrus　Brisk。　　He　is　too　thick…skinned。　　He　wrote　another　letter；　and　thanked　me　for　correcting　his　mistakes；　and　said　it　made　him　feel　glad　because　it　showed　I　was　beginning　to　take　an　interest　in　him　when　I　wanted　him　to　spell　better。　　Did　you　ever？　　Miss　Marwood　says　it　is　wrong　to　hate　anyone；　but　I　don't　care；　I　hate　Cyrus　Brisk。〃

〃Mrs。　Cyrus　Brisk　WOULD　be　an　awful　name；〃　giggled　Felicity。

〃Flossie　Brisk　says　Cyrus　is　ruining　all　the　trees　on　his　father's　place　cutting　your　name　on　them；〃　said　Sara　Ray。　　〃His　father　told　him　he　would　whip　him　if　he　didn't　stop；　but　Cyrus　keeps　right　on。　　He　told　Flossie　it　relieved　his　feelings。　　Flossie　says　he　cut　yours　and　his　together　on　the　birch　tree　in　front　of　the　parlour　window；　and　a　row　of　hearts　around　them。〃

〃Just　where　every　visitor　can　see　them；　I　suppose；〃　lamented　Cecily。　　〃He　just　worries　my　life　out。　　And　what　I　mind　most　of　all　is；　he　sits　and　looks　at　me　in　school　with　such　melancholy；　reproachful　eyes　when　he　ought　to　be　working　sums。　　I　won't　look　at　him；　but　I　FEEL　him　staring　at　me；　and　it　makes　me　so　nervous。〃

〃They　say　his　mother　was　out　of　her　mind　at　one　time；〃　said　Felicity。

I　do　not　think　Felicity　was　quite　well　pleased　that　Cyrus　should　have　passed　over　her　rose…red　prettiness　to　set　his　affections　on　that　demure　elf　of　a　Cecily。　　She　did　not　want　the　allegiance　of　Cyrus　in　the　least；　but　it　was　something　of　a　slight　that　he　had　not　wanted　her　to　want　it。

〃And　he　sends　me　pieces　of　poetry　he　cuts　out　of　the　papers；〃　Cecily　went　on；　〃with　lots　of　the　lines　marked　with　a　lead　pencil。　　Yesterday　he　put　one　in　his　letter；　and　this　is　what　he　marked：


　　〃'If　you　will　not　relent　to　me　　　　Then　must　I　learn　to　know　　　　Darkness　alone　till　life　be　flown。

HereI　have　the　piece　in　my　sewing…bagI'll　read　it　all　to　you。〃

Those　three　graceless　girls　read　the　sentimental　rhyme　and　giggled　over　it。　　Poor　Cyrus！　　His　young　affections　were　sadly　misplaced。　　But　after　all；　though　Cecily　never　relented　towards　him；　he　did　not　condemn　himself　to　darkness　alone　till　life　was　flown。　　Quite　early　in　life　he　wedded　a　stout；　rosy；　buxom　lass；　the　very　antithesis　of　his　first　love；　he　prospered　in　his　undertakings；　raised　a　large　and　respectable