Dominie Dean: A Novel. Butler Ellis Parker
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at his gate to greet Rose Hinch, who was approaching from up the hill.
David had changed little. He was still straight and slender, his yellow hair still curled over his broad forehead, and his gray eyes were still clear and bright. His motto, “Keep an even mind under all circumstances,” still hung above his desk in his study. For nearly six years, happy years, ‘Thusia had been David’s wife.
The old rivalry between ‘Thusia and Mary seemed forgotten. For one year old Wiggett, refusing Mary’s pleadings, had sat under a Congregational preacher, but the Congregational Church – being already supplied with leaders – offered him small opportunity to exert his stubborn and somewhat surly desire for dictatorship, and he returned to sit under and glare at David, and resumed his position of most powerful elder.
During the first year of ‘Thusia’s married life
Mary was often at the manse. ‘Thusia’s love was still in the frantically eager stage; she would have liked to have lived with one arm around David’s neck, and she was unwittingly in constant danger of showing herself all a dominie’s wife should not be. Her taste for bright clothes and her carelessness of conventionality threatened a harsh awakening for David. During that dangerous first year Mary made herself almost one of the household.
‘Thusia, strange to say, did not resent it. Mary kept, then and always, her love for David, as a good woman can. But little older than ‘Thusia, she was far wiser and immeasurably less volatile and, having lost David as a lover, she transmuted her love into service.
Probably she never thought her feelings into a conscious formula. At the most she realized that she was still very fond of David and that she was happier when helping him than at any other time.
‘Thusia’s gay companions of the days before David’s coming were quite impossible now that ‘Thusia was a dominie’s bride, and ‘Thusia recognized this and was grateful for Mary’s companionship during the months following the honeymoon. A young bride craves a friend of her own age, and Mary was doubly welcome. Her advice was always sound, and ‘Thusia was quick to take it. Mary’s friendship also made the congregation’s acceptance of ‘Thusia far easier, for anyone so promptly taken up by the daughter of the church’s richest member and most prominent elder had her way well prepared in advance. Mary, fearing perhaps that ‘Thusia might be annoyed by what might seem unwarranted interest in her affairs, was wise enough to have herself elected head of the women’s organization that had the care and betterment of the manse and its furnishings. To make the house fit for a bride she suggested and carried through changes and purchases. She opened her own purse freely, and what ‘Thusia did not suggest she herself suggested.
“Mary is lovely!” ‘Thusia told David.
A year or two after Mary had thus made herself almost indispensable to ‘Thusia she married.
“Oh, I knew it long ago!” ‘Thusia said in answer to David’s expression of surprise at the announcement of the impending wedding. She had known it a month, which was just one day less than Mary herself had known it. Mary’s husband, one of the Derlings of Derlingport, was due to inherit wealth some day, but in the meanwhile old Sash-and-Door Derling was glad to shift the nattily dressed, inconsequential young loafer on to Mr. Wiggett’s shoulders. Wiggett found him some sort of position in the Riverbank bank and young Derling gradually developed into a cheerful, pattering little business man, accumulating girth and losing hair. ‘Thusia rather cruelly but exactly expressed him when she told Rose Hinch he was something soft and blond with a gold toothpick. If Mary was ever dissatisfied with him she gave no sign.
Those who had wondered what kind of a minister’s wife flighty, flirty, little ‘Thusia Fragg would make soon decided she made a good one. She can hardly be better described than by saying she sang at her work. David’s meager stipend did not permit the employment of a maid, and ‘Thusia had little enough leisure between meals for anything but cheerful singing at her tasks. She cooked, swept, baked and washed. There were ministers’ wives in Riverbank who were almost as important in church work as their husbands, and this was supposed to be part of their duties. They were expected to lead in all social money-getting affairs, and, in general, to be not merely wives but assistant ministers. If ‘Thusia had attempted this there might have been, even with Mary’s backing, trouble, for every woman in the church remembered that only a short while before ‘Thusia had been an irresponsible, dancing, street-gadding, young harum-scarum of a girl. Her interference would have been resented. With good sense, or good luck, she left this quasi assistant ministry to Mary, who gladly assumed it, and ‘Thusia gave all her time to the pleasanter task of being David’s happy little wife and housekeeper.
David, at the manse gate, was waiting for Rose Hinch. Rose, when she saw David, came on with a brisker step. Rose had become David’s protégée, the first and closest of many that – during his long life – gathered about him, leaning on him for help and sympathy. In return Rose Hinch was always eager to help David in any way she could. She was Riverbank’s first precursor of the trained nurse. David and old Benedict had worried about her future, until David suggested that the old doctor give her what training he could and put her in charge of such of his cases as needed especial care. Rose took up the work eagerly. She lived in a tiny room above a store on the main street. To many in Riverbank she represented all that a trained nurse and a lay Sister of Charity might.
“Well, Rose,” David said, “you seem happy. Is this fine October air getting into your blood too?”
“I suppose that helps,” said Rose, “but the Long boy is so far past the crisis that I’m not needed any longer. I’m so glad he’s getting well; he is such a dear, patient little fellow. That’s why I’m happy, David. And you seem fairly well content with the world, I should judge.”
“I am, Rose!” he answered. “Have you time to see ‘Thusia for a minute or two. I know she wants to see you.”
He held the gate open and Rose entered. David put his hat on one of the gateposts and stood with his arms on the top of the gate, “bathing in beauty,” as he told ‘Thusia later. The sun, where it touched the maple leaves, turned them to flame. Through a gap in the trees he could catch a glimpse of the Mississippi and the varicolored foliage on the Illinois shore, the reds softened to purple by the October haze. For a few minutes he let himself forget his sick and his soul-sore people and his duties, and stood in happy thoughtlessness, breathing October.
Rose came out.
“It’s all settled. I’m coming,” she said, “and, oh, David! I am so glad!”
“We are all glad,” said David.
Thus it happened that no wife ever approached motherhood more happily than motherless little ‘Thusia. With David and kind old Doctor Benedict and gentle, efficient Rose Hinch at hand, and Mary as delighted as if the child was to be her own, and all of them loving her, ‘Thusia did not give a moment to fear. The baby, when it came, was a boy, and Doctor Benedict said it was the finest in the world, and immediately nominated himself the baby’s uncle. He bought the finest solid silver, gold-lined cup to be had in Riverbank and had it engraved, “Davy, Junior, from Uncle Benedict,” with the date. This was more than he did for Mary Derling’s baby, which came a month later. He gave a silver spoon there, one of about forty that lucky infant received from near and far.
‘Thusia was up and about, singing as before, in due time. Rose Hinch remained for the better part of a. month and departed absolutely refusing any compensation. The winter was as happy as any David ever knew. Davy Junior was a strong and fairly well-behaved baby; ‘Thusia was in a state of ecstatic bliss, and in the town all the former opposition to David had been long since forgotten. With the calmness of an older man but with a young man’s energy he went up and down the streets of the town on his comforting errands. He was fitting into his niche in the world with no rough edges, all of them having been worn smooth, and it seemed that it was his lot to remain for the rest of his life dominie of the Presbyterian Church of Riverbank, each year better loved and more helpful.
April and May passed blissfully, but by the end of June an unexpected storm had gathered, and David did not know whether he could remain in Riverbank another month.
Late in May an epidemic of diphtheria appeared