"I always thought," Tillie said, "that when I was enough educated to be a teacher and be independent of father, I would be free to live truly.

But I see that YOU cannot. You, too, have to hide your real self. Else you could not stay here in New Canaan."

"Or anywhere else, child," he smiled. "It is only with the rare few whom one finds on one"s own line of march that one can be absolutely one"s self. Your secret life, Miss Tillie, is not unique."

A fascinating little brown curl had escaped from Tillie"s cap and lay on her cheek, and she raised her hand to push it back where it belonged, under its snowy Mennonite covering.

"Don"t!" said Fairchilds. "Let it be. It"s pretty!"

Tillie stared up at him, a new wonder in her eyes.

"In that Mennonite cap, you look like--like a Madonna!" Almost unwittingly the words had leaped from his lips; he could not hold them back. And in uttering them, it came to him that in the freedom permissible to him with an unsophisticated but interesting and gifted girl like this--freedom from the conventional restraints which had always limited his intercourse with the girls of his own social world--there might be possible a friendship such as he had never known except with those of his own s.e.x--and with them but rarely. The thought cheered him mightily; for his life in New Canaan was heavy with loneliness.

With the selfishness natural to man, he did not stop to consider what such companionship might come to mean to this inexperienced girl steeped in a life of sordid labor and unbroken monotony.

There came the rustle of Amanda"s skirts on the stairs.

Fairchilds clasped Tillie"s pa.s.sive hand. "I feel that I have found a friend to-night."

Amanda, brilliant in a scarlet frock and pink ribbons, appeared in the doorway. The vague, almost unseeing look with which the teacher turned to her was interpreted by the vanity of this buxom damsel to be the dazzled vision of eyes half blinded by her radiance.

For a long time after they had gone away together, Tillie sat with her face bowed upon her book, happiness surging through her with every great throb of her heart.

At last she rose, picked up the lamp and carried it into the kitchen to the little mirror before which the family combed their hair. Holding the lamp high, she surveyed her features. As long as her arm would bear the weight of the uplifted lamp, she gazed at her reflected image.

When presently with trembling arm she set it on the dresser, Tillie, like Mother Eve of old, had tasted of the Tree of Knowledge. Tillie knew that she was very fair.

That evening marked another crisis in the girl"s inner life. Far into the night she lay with her eyes wide open, staring into the darkness, seeing there strange new visions of her own soul, gazing into its. .h.i.therto unsounded depths and seeing there the heaven or the h.e.l.l--she scarcely knew which--that possessed all her being.

"Blasphemous to close your nature to the pleasures G.o.d has created for you!" His words burned themselves into her brain. Was it to an abyss of degradation that her nature was bearing her in a swift and fatal tide--or to a holy height of blessedness? Alternately her fired imagination and awakened pa.s.sion exalted her adoration of him into an almost religious joy, making her yearn to give herself to him, soul and body, as to a G.o.d; then plunged her into an agony of remorse and terror at her own idolatry and lawlessness.

A new universe was opened up to her, and all of life appeared changed.

All the poetry and the stories which she had ever read held new and wonderful meanings. The beauty in Nature, which, even as a child, she had felt in a way she knew those about her could never have understood, now spoke to her in a language of infinite significance. The mystery, the wonder, the power of love were revealed to her, and her soul was athirst to drink deep at this magic fountain of living water.

"You look like a Madonna!" Oh, surely, thought Tillie, in the long hours of that wakeful night, this bliss which filled her heart WAS a temptation of the Evil One, who did not scruple to use even such as the teacher for an instrument to work her undoing! Was not his satanic hand clearly shown in these vain and wicked thoughts which crowded upon her--thoughts of how fair she would look in a red gown like Amanda"s, or in a blue hat like Rebecca"s, instead of in her white cap and black hood? She crushed her face in her pillow in an agony of remorse for her own faithlessness, as she felt how hideous was that black Mennonite hood and all the plain garb which hitherto had stood to her for the peace, the comfort, the happiness, of her life! With all her mind, she tried to force back such wayward, sinful thoughts, but the more she wrestled with them, the more persistently did they obtrude themselves.

On her knees she pa.s.sionately prayed to be delivered from the temptation of such unfaithfulness to her Lord, even in secret thought.

Yet even while in the very act of pleading for mercy, forgiveness, help, to her own unutterable horror she found herself wondering whether she would dare brave her father"s wrath and ask her aunt, in the morning, to keep back from her father a portion of her week"s wages that she might buy some new white caps, her old ones being of poor material and very worn.

It was a tenet of her church that "wearing-apparel was inst.i.tuted by G.o.d as a necessity for the sake of propriety and also for healthful warmth, but when used for purposes of adornment it becomes the evidence of an un-Christlike spirit." Now Tillie knew that her present yearning for new caps was prompted, not by the praiseworthy and simple desire to be merely neat, but wholly by her vain longing to appear more fair in the eyes of the teacher.

Thus until the small hours of the morning did the young girl wrestle with the conflicting forces in her soul.

But the Enemy had it all his own way; for when Tillie went down-stairs next morning to help her aunt get breakfast, she knew that she intended this day to buy those new caps in spite of the inevitable penalty she would have to suffer for daring to use her own money without her father"s leave.

And when she walked into the kitchen, her aunt was amazed to see the girl"s fair face looking out from a halo of tender little brown curls, which, with a tortured conscience, and an apprehension of retribution at the hands of the meeting, Tillie had brushed from under her cap and arranged with artful care.

XIX

TILLIE TELLS A LIE

It was eleven o"clock on the following Sat.u.r.day morning, a busy hour at the hotel, and Mrs. Wackernagel and Tillie were both hard at work in the kitchen, while Eebecca and Amanda were vigorously applying their young strength to "the up-stairs work."

The teacher was lounging on the settee in the sitting-room, trying to read his Boston Transcript and divert his mind from its irritation and discontent under a condition of things which made it impossible for him to command Tillie"s time whenever he wanted a companion for a walk in the woods, or for a talk in which he might unburden himself of his pent-up thoughts and feelings. The only freedom she had was in the evening; and even then she was not always at liberty. There was Amanda always ready and at hand--it kept him busy dodging her. Why was Fate so perverse in her dealings with him? Why couldn"t it be Tillie instead of Amanda? Fairchilds chafed under this untoward condition of things like a fretful child--or, rather, just like a man who can"t have what he wants.

Both Tillie and her aunt went about their tasks this morning with a nervousness of movement and an anxiety of countenance that told of something unwonted in the air. Fairchilds was vaguely conscious of this as he sat in the adjoining room, with the door ajar.

"Tillie!" said her aunt, with a sharpness unusual to her, as she closed the oven door with a spasmodic bang, "you put on your shawl and bonnet and go right up to Sister Jennie Hershey"s for some bacon."

"Why, Aunty Em!" said Tillie, in surprise, looking up from the table where she was rolling out paste; "I can"t let these pies."

"I"ll finish them pies. You just go now."

"But we"ve got plenty of bacon."

"If we"ve got bacon a-plenty, then get some ponhaus. Or some mush.

Hurry up and go, Tillie!"

She came to the girl"s side and took the rolling-pin from her hands.

"And don"t hurry back. Set awhile. Now get your things on quick."

"But, Aunty Em--"

"Are you mindin" me, Tillie, or ain"t you?" her aunt sharply demanded.

"But in about ten minutes father will be stopping on his way from Lancaster market," Tillie said, though obediently going toward the corner where hung her shawl and bonnet, "to get my wages and see me, Aunty Em--like what he does every Sat.u.r.day still."

"Well, don"t be so dumm, Tillie! That"s why I"m sendin" you off!"

"Oh, Aunty Em, I don"t want to go away and leave you to take all the blame for those new caps! And, anyhow, father will stop at Sister Jennie Hershey"s if he don"t find me here."

"I won"t tell him you"re there. And push them curls under your cap, or Sister Jennie"ll be tellin" the meeting, and you"ll be set back yet! I don"t know what"s come over you, Tillie, to act that vain and unregenerate!"

"Father will guess I"m at Sister Jennie"s, and he"ll stop to see."

"That"s so, too." Aunty Em thoughtfully considered the situation. "Go out and hide in the stable, Tillie."

Tillie hesitated as she nervously twisted the strings of her bonnet.

"What"s the use of hiding, Aunty Em? I"d have to see him NEXT Sat.u.r.day."

"He won"t be so mad about it till next Sat.u.r.day."

Tillie shook her head. "He"ll keep getting angrier--until he has satisfied himself by punishing me in some way for spending that money without leave."

The girl"s face was pale, but she spoke very quietly, and her aunt looked at her curiously.