The story-writing and the story evenings continued.Over the fourth story in the series discussion was warm, for there were marked differences of opinion among the listeners.One of the experiences through which Albert had brought his hero was that of working as general assistant to a sharp, unscrupulous and smooth-tongued rascal who was proprietor of a circus sideshow and fake museum.He was a kind-hearted swindler, but one who never let a question of honesty interfere with the getting of a dollar.In this fourth story, to the town where the hero, now a man of twenty-five, had established himself in business, came this cheat of other days, but now he came as a duly ordained clergyman in answer to the call of the local church.The hero learned that he had not told the governing body of that church of his former career.Had he done so, they most certainly would not have called him.The leading man in that church body was the hero's patron and kindest friend.The question: What was the hero's duty in the matter?
Of course the first question asked was whether or not the ex-sideshow proprietor was sincerely repentant and honestly trying to walk the straight path and lead others along it.Albert replied that his hero had interviewed him and was satisfied that he was;he had been "converted" at a revival and was now a religious enthusiast whose one idea was to save sinners.
That was enough for Captain Zelotes.
"Let him alone, then," said the captain."He's tryin' to be a decent man.What do you want to do? Tell on him and have him chucked overboard from one church after another until he gets discouraged and takes to swindlin' again?"Rachel Ellis could not see it that way.
"If he was a saved sinner," she declared, "and repentant of his sins, then he'd ought to repent 'em out loud.Hidin' 'em ain't repentin'.And, besides, there's Donald's (Donald was the hero's name) there's Donald's duty to the man that's been so good to him.
Is it fair to that man to keep still and let him hire a minister that, like as not, will steal the collection, box and all, afore he gets through? No, sir, Donald ought to tell THAT man, anyhow."Olive was pretty dubious about the whole scheme.She doubted if anybody connected with a circus COULD ever become a minister.
"The whole--er--er--trade is so different," she said.
Mr.Kendall was not there that evening, his attendance being required at a meeting of the Sunday School teachers.Helen, however, was not at that meeting and Captain Zelotes declared his intention of asking her opinion by telephone.
"She'll say same as I do--you see if she don't," he declared.When he called the parsonage, however, Maria Price answered the phone and informed him that Helen was spending the evening with old Mrs.
Crowell, who lived but a little way from the Snow place.The captain promptly called up the Crowell house.
"She's there and she'll stop in here on her way along," he said triumphantly."And she'll back me up--you see."But she did not.She did not "back up" any one.She merely smiled and declared the problem too complicated to answer offhand.
"Why don't you ask Albert?" she inquired."After all, he is the one who must settle it eventually.""He won't tell," said Olive."He's real provokin', isn't he? And now you won't tell, either, Helen.""Oh, I don't know--yet.But I think he does."Albert, as usual, walked home with her.
"How are you going to answer your hero's riddle?" she asked.
"Before I tell you, suppose you tell me what your answer would be."She reflected."Well," she said, "it seems to me that, all things being as they are, he should do this: He should go to the sideshow man--the minister now--and have a very frank talk with him.He should tell him that he had decided to say nothing about the old life and to help him in every way, to be his friend--provided that he keep straight, that is all.Of course more than that would be meant, the alternative would be there and understood, but he need not say it.I think that course of action would be fair to himself and to everybody.That is my answer.What is yours?"He laughed quietly."Just that, of course," he said."You would see it, I knew.You always see down to the heart of things, Helen.
You have the gift."
She shook her head."It didn't really need a gift, this particular problem, did it?" she said."It is not--excuse me--it isn't exactly a new one.""No, it isn't.It is as old as the hills, but there are always new twists to it.""As there are to all our old problems."
"Yes.By the way, your advice about the ending of my third story was exactly what I needed.The editor wrote me he should never have forgiven me if it had ended in any other way.It probably WOULD have ended in another way if it hadn't been for you.Thank you, Helen.""Oh, you know there was really nothing to thank me for.It was all you, as usual.Have you planned the next story, the fifth, yet?""Not entirely.I have some vague ideas.Do you want to hear them?""Of course."
So they discussed those ideas as they walked along the sidewalk of the street leading down to the parsonage.It was a warm evening, a light mist, which was not substantial enough to be a fog, hanging low over everything, wrapping them and the trees and the little front yards and low houses of the old village in a sort of cozy, velvety, confidential quiet.The scent of lilacs was heavy in the air.
They both were silent.Just when they had ceased speaking neither could have told.They walked on arm in arm and suddenly Albert became aware that this silence was dangerous for him; that in it all his resolves and brave determinations were melting into mist like that about him; that he must talk and talk at once and upon a subject which was not personal, which--And then Helen spoke.
"Do you know what this reminds me of?" she said."All this talk of ours? It reminds me of how we used to talk over those first poems of yours.You have gone a long way since then.""I have gone to Kaiserville and back."
"You know what I mean.I mean your work has improved wonderfully.
