MR. BOND'S LECTURE
Hubert recovered from the cold bath into which he had been thrown like
a Spartan babe by his first contact with church sociability. His, as a
new creature, was a vigorous constitution, and was destined to out-live
many a shock incident to the earthly career of a heaven-born man. Both
he and Winifred returned to their joy and calm, and were looking
forward eagerly to Mr. Bond's lectures.
On the day of his arrival Mr. Gray came home to luncheon with an
announcement.
"My dear," he said to his wife, "Mr. Selton tells me that his wife has
unexpectedly been called to Chicago by her mother's illness, and they
will be unable to entertain Mr. Bond. He suggested that we might like
to do so."
Winifred and Hubert looked up with animation.
"Indeed! And you told him?" asked Mrs. Gray, with a housewifely
instinct of defense against invasion.
"I told him," said Mr. Gray, "that I knew no reason why we could not do
so, and that it would be a great pleasure. I told him, however, that I
should ask you about it, and 'phone him if there were any arrangement
to prevent it."
Mrs. Gray considered. The chief guest room stood ready, immaculate in
yellow and white, since the spring cleaning. There was no reason why
it should be denied, but she had hoped that its repose would not be
broken until Miss Virginia White, her most aristocratic friend, should
make her promised visit. However, it would be manifestly unreasonable
to refuse to receive Mr. Bond, and she could not offer him another room
while that stood empty. Yes, the yellow-and-white room must be
sacrificed.
"No, Father," she said amiably, "there is no reason why we cannot take
him. When will he come?"
"He arrives this evening by the eight o'clock train from New York.
Hubert, perhaps you would like to meet him?"
"I should," said Hubert. "I am glad he is coming here."
"So am I," said Winifred. "It will be lovely."
That afternoon Winifred "called up" her friend Adèle, and the telephone
transmitted a lively conversation. The result of it was that Adèle
promised to go with Winifred to Mr. Bond's Bible lectures; at least to
one, to see if she liked it.
In the evening Hubert met Mr. Bond at the station. They were scarcely
seated in the light trap and facing toward home when the young minister
said:
"Well, Mr. Gray, have you found God demonstrable?"
"Yes!" Hubert almost shouted, and the two grasped each other's hands in
the strong grip of a fraternity never formed by man.
"I thought so," said Mr. Bond.
"How did you know?" said Hubert.
"I thought it would be so," said the other, "and I saw it in your face
as we met. Thank God for it."
"Amen," said Hubert fervently.
Mr. Bond led Hubert on with keen interest to tell of the process of his
search after God, and of the illumination brighter than the light of
day, that came to him when the Spirit shone with such clear luster on
the Word. To Hubert it seemed the happiest hour of his life, as he
conversed with a man who seemed to understand the processes of his own
heart, and to be thoroughly at home in the new world into which he
himself had entered.
The drive was all too brief, but later in the evening, when good-night
had been spoken to the rest of the household, the two men sat in the
unlighted veranda and talked until midnight of Christ and the matters
of His realm.
The _tout ensemble_ of the company gathered to hear Mr. Bond's first
lecture was somewhat curious. It was not a large congregation, but it
was representative, being drawn from the interested or curious of
nearly every kind of church or religious coterie in the city. Keen
Bible students were there, notebooks in hand, prepared to capture any
new suggestion which might help them. The critical were there,
representing various shades of belief and prejudice, from the quiet
repressionist, who, disdaining emotion, views with dispassionate
coldness the great tenets of the faith, to the irrepressible enthusiast
whose spiritual understanding is often lost beneath a foam of feeling;
from the instructed brother who reads his title clear with logical
accuracy in the Scriptures and glories in his standing with belieing
indifference to his state, to the anxious soul whose hope of heaven
veers with every changing wind of fitful emotion. Each critic was bent
on discovering if the stranger would hew faithfully to the line of his
own demarcation.
There were Mr. Selton's friends, people of his own station, who
responded to his personal invitation to come, prepared to listen
courteously, to express polite thanks at the end for the pleasure
conferred, and, for the most part, to find various lions in the way of
attending again, profound as were their regrets!
Mr. Gray and Hubert both succeeded in getting the hour away from
business, and the latter arrived at the hall just as his mother, with
Winifred and Adèle, was entering and joined them. Adèle formed a
singular figure in the midst of the assembly. No thought of unusual
sobriety had toned down her usually stylish and somewhat striking
costume, and a large red hat of the milliner's finest skill shaded
becomingly her piquant face. Her keen, merry eyes studied the
congregation, and she could not resist whispering a few impressions to
Winifred before the lecture began.
"Isn't this a funny crowd?" she asked. "Such a combination! Look at
that meek little body in the front row and the fat dowager behind her.
And do see that anarchist-looking man at the side who is looking at Mr.
Bond as though he would eat him up. Do you know who he is? I hope he
hasn't a bomb in his pocket."
"I don't know him, but I'll ask Hubert," said Winifred, and she passed
the question along.
"Hubert, who is that man yonder--the one with the high shoulders.
Adèle thinks he is an anarchist."
"I think so, too," said Hubert. "At least he is a socialist of a very
virulent type. He has come as a critic, I suppose. He professes to
study religionists, and writes scornful letters about them to a
socialist paper."
Winifred communicated this intelligence to Adèle, who was much pleased
with her own acumen. Presently she resumed:
"Do look at that woman ahead of us!--the one in the little bonnet, and
so distressingly neat. She has been surveying us. She doesn't approve
of me, but she commiserates me. That's plain enough. Well, I am a
sinner, no doubt, and she has found me out! If she looks around again
do see what you think of her."
Mrs. Bland did look around again, and both young ladies observed her.
A rather shapely mouth was settled in an expression of studied repose,
and her eyes rested approvingly, or with patient toleration, on others
who were minded to come to the Bible lecture. Her hair was parted with
conscientious exactness, and upon her whole appearance there sat the
picture of conscious piety.
"Oh, I can't stand her!" whispered Adèle in an ecstasy of dislike. "I
should fly if I had to look at her long! Sister Saint Serena--the
Salubrious!"
Winifred choked down a laugh at Adèle's suddenly inspired alliteration,
while Hubert looked a dignified reproach. It was a poor preparation,
certainly, for what was to follow. Adèle's face straightened
innocently, while Winifred still struggled to suppress her risibility.
There were few preliminaries before Mr. Bond proceeded to speak. His
subject dealt with vital matters, with underlying truth upon which
rests all lesser fact, and he spoke with a calm certainty, unlike "the
Scribes." His lecture betrayed a familiarity with the Scriptures such
as his auditors had seldom met with before, and a reverence for them
born not of superstition but of some apprehension of their unfathomed
depths. Our little party listened with fascinated interest.
Especially was Hubert delighted when from the portions that had been
the favorite debating ground of his sceptical friends riches of meaning
were discovered that stamped unmistakably the divine imprimatur upon
them. Winifred and Adèle forgot Mrs. Bland and every one else
listening; the one with sweet content in hearing anything that
concerned the One she loved, and the other with an awakened interest in
lines of thought she had never pursued before.
"He is _splendid_!" said Adèle at the close of the lecture. "I am
coming every day. Unless--there's that bothersome card party Thursday!
Stupid affair! But I won't go. What's the use?"
And so Mr. Bond secured a regular attendant.
Many were the expressions of interest, some of them very genuine. Mrs.
Gray had listened to her guest with valorous attempts to resist the
habitual afternoon nap, and told him later how very good indeed the
lecture was and hoped he would quite understand how manifold were the
cares of a household, and how unavoidable her hindrances, should she be
unable to be present every day. And Mr. Bond did understand his gentle
hostess very well, and often as he saw her in her home his meditative
eye rested upon her fair mother-face with an expression of chivalrous
pity and of earnest longing.
The second day's lecture found the audience sifted to some degree of
the idly curious and of a part of the critics unto whose standards the
speaker had failed to attain. As Mr. Bond's language was remarkably
free from the current phraseology of the schools of teaching, it was
difficult for theological birds to discover at once whether indeed he
were of their feather, and a second hearing, at least, was needed. But
no uncertain note was sounded to the alarm of any advocate of the most
orthodox written creed or of the severest unwritten code of belief, in
answer to the pivotal question of all theology: Jesus, the Son of
Man--_Who is He_? None gave more ardent honor to that Mystery of
godliness, who
"Was manifested in the flesh,
Justified in the spirit,
Seen of the angels,
Preached among the Gentiles,
Believed on in the world,
Received up in glory."
If some fell away from the gathering, there were new hearers, brought
through the good report of those interested, and the company numbered
rather more than before. Adèle's "anarchist" was again there,
fastening his pale, strange eyes upon the face of the lecturer whether
he spoke or was quietly sitting; at times half crediting its look of
candor, then relapsing into sneering hopelessness of finding an honest
man among his class. He determined to try his favorite test of a
benevolent scheme before Mr. Bond should go away, and see if he would
abide by the Sermon on the Mount.
To-day the lecturer's theme was Redemption, and from all the cardinal
divisions of the Scriptures he drew illustrations of their one
consistent theme. It was when he reached the Day of Atonement under
the Levitical institution, that Adèle Forrester's interest reached its
height. He drew a vivid, simple picture, as a teacher might present an
object lesson to a child, of the offering, the priest, the waiting
congregation, the presentation in the Holiest of All, and the blessing
of the people.
Adèle leaned forward in her seat as he proceeded. She had never seen
it just like that before. She imagined herself one of the Jewish
congregation, with a guilty score against her which needed to be wiped
out. What if there were a flaw in the offering? What if the priest
were not acceptable, and she were to go back with the debt
uncanceled--with reconciliation not effected? Her mind leaped forward
before the speaker could reach the point to the Lamb without spot or
blemish and the High Priest who "ever liveth to make intercession" for
His people. Was that what it meant? And was it already accomplished?
The speaker was saying:
"There is both correspondence and contrast here. In the first case
there was indeed remission of sins, because the Lord had covenanted to
meet His people upon that ground. But it was temporary, and the work
imperfect. The _taking away of sins_ was not actual, but pictorial,
each sacrifice pointing forward to the effective one to come. There
was no vital relationship between the victim and the worshiper, and the
death of one could not be made actually good to the other. Nor could a
new life of righteousness be imparted. So the work was imperfect,
unfinished, always looking forward to the perfect, eternal redemption
which should be wrought by the One who has power to impart the virtue
of His death and the power of His endless life."
Before Adèle's mind there came the vision of a vain, empty, earthward
life. But clearer still she saw the Lamb bearing away all offenses and
her hopeless coming short, and the High Priest who with perfect
acceptance presented the offering of His blood for her. Why had she
never seen it before?
Oh, what grace! Oh, what a lightened soul!--to be free as a child
unborn of any guilt of sins! She caught her breath with a little
convulsive sob and sank back in her seat, grasping Winifred's hand with
a tight, expressive grip. She trusted herself with no words when the
meeting ended, but blinking back the tears that sparkled in her eyes
made a hasty exit from the hall.
The days of Mr. Gerald Bond's visit to the Grays were all happy ones.
Hubert and Winifred were living in a new world of revelation, and
delighted exceedingly in the help one well instructed and "apt to
teach" was able to give them in the mystery of the faith. Mr. Gray,
too, enjoyed his guest's presence and brought knotty questions to him
daily for solution. Mrs. Gray recognized the excellent spirit that was
in him, and found herself quietly wondering more than once why the
other ministers she knew did not seem equally interested in the matters
of their calling when off duty, so to speak, but were so much at home
in all the affairs of the world. Gerald Bond seemed to live in the
atmosphere of the holy things in which he ministered, and Mrs. Gray
looked upon him with an admiration akin to awe. But he was
nevertheless so thoroughly a man, of finest sympathy, courteous,
gentle, and withal possessed of a genial, penetrating wit which all
enjoyed, that Mrs. Gray could not simply admire him from afar, but took
him into her heart with a warm liking. She looked forward with real
regret to the day when the yellow-and-white room would be without its
occupant.
Hubert came in for the greater share of the young man's leisure hours,
and evening often saw them pacing the garden walks, or lingering
meditatively by its fountain, in deepest conversation. In Hubert's
soul still the question was burning, "Lord, what wilt Thou have me to
do?" and beyond a thin veil of time the answer was waiting him.
"God . . . hath appointed thee to know His will, and to see the
Righteous One, and to hear a voice from His mouth. For thou shalt be a
witness for Him."
The Bible lectures came and went, having no more rapt listener than
Adèle Forrester, who marveled at the light that had come to her,
illuminating all truth that she had formally learned and recited, and
adding wondrous things out of the Law never hinted at before. When
Sunday came she went to church a true worshiper, and sang with all her
heart:
"O sing unto the Lord a new song
For He hath done marvellous things."
She did not follow Winifred's course in retiring from the choir, and
explained to her afterwards:
"It did not seem the right thing for me, dear, although I think you did
just right. You see, I am not a star singer, for one thing, and never
sing solos. So my temptation to show off would not be like yours with
your exquisite voice. Though I do believe, Winifred," she said
earnestly, "that one might do that some day--sing solos, I mean--with a
sincere heart to the Lord, and not be vain about it. And oh, it would
be so sweet! To praise Him with one's whole heart 'in the great
congregation'--to try and tell about Him!--but, after all, there is no
verse chaste enough and no melody sweet enough to describe Him! Oh,
Winifred, when I see _His wounds_," and Adèle covered her eyes as
though, shutting out other things, she could see Him, while her voice
sank to a sob--"it breaks my heart! What a silly girl I have been--and
it was for me!"
Presently she resumed: "When I sang Sunday, I remembered something that
Mr. Bond had said. I was afraid lest some inattention or failure to
just grasp and mean the sentiments I sang might make my worship
unacceptable. But I remembered that in the Tabernacle service after
the priest had done all he could--at the brazen altar, and the laver,
you know, having his heart set right and his conduct cleansed--still
there was provided blood on the horns of the altar of incense beside
which he worshiped. After all he could do he might still need it, I
suppose. So I thought that although my poor service is very imperfect,
and must come far short of what it ought to be, at best, still there
will always be the blood and I shall take refuge in that."
Winifred looked at her friend wonderingly.
"That is very beautiful, Adèle," she said. "I am glad to see it."
Adèle's words had opened a dim vista of possibility, very precious, and
had suggested arms wherewith to resist any shrinking self-fear or
accusation that might attack her by the way. But though her "gift," as
Mrs. Butterworth and her mother called it, might some day be transmuted
into a true gift of the Spirit, she felt with instinctive spiritual
repugnance that its sphere of use would not be the former theater of
her vanity. Adèle might still sing in the chancel the canticles of the
church, but as for her the associations of the choir of Doctor
Schoolman's church were far too unhallowed to admit of a return to
them. To her it was so clear that she wondered a little why Adèle and
she should take no nearer ground as to their respective action.
"I suppose," she said aloud with a little perplexity, "that we must
each do what seems right, according to the clearest light we have. We
may not both see all the truth about anything at the same time."
"No," said Adèle with a decisive shake of her head, "and we can't walk
by each other's consciences. But talking about seeing 'all the truth'
makes me think of something. You know I was in the Berkshire Hills
last summer? Well, I saw Greylock from several points of view. From
one it seemed a rather sharp spur; from another it was long and obtuse;
and from the last,--when somebody pointed out an ordinary, featureless
ascent and said: 'That's Greylock,' I could scarcely believe it. I
imagine our views of the truth are somewhat like that. It will take
time to walk all around it, I think."
"I think so," said Winifred reflectively. "Then if somebody had met
you when you had seen but one view of the mountain, and had described
simply another--"
"We should have quarreled!" said Adèle.