Mrs. Getz, mechanically moving about the kitchen to get the supper, paused in her work only long enough to remark with stupid astonishment, "Did you, now, get religion, Tillie?"

"Yes, ma"am. I"ve gave myself up."

"Where did you come by the plain dress?"

"Aunty Em bought it for me and helped me make it."

Her father had followed her in from the porch and now came up to her as she stood in the middle of the kitchen. The children scattered at his approach.

"You go up-stairs and take them clo"es off!" he commanded. "I ain"t leavin" you wear "em one hour in this house!"

"I have no others to put on, pop," Tillie gently answered, her soft eyes meeting his with an absence of fear which puzzled and baffled him.

"Where"s your others, then?"

"I"ve let "em at Aunty Em"s. She took "em in exchange for my plain dress. She says she can use "em on "Manda and Rebecca."

"Then you walk yourself right back over to the hotel and get "em back of? of her, and let them clo"es you got on. Go!" he roughly pointed to the door.

"She wouldn"t give "em back to me. She"d know I hadn"t ought to yield up to temptation, and she"d help me to resist by refusing me my fashionable clo"es."

"You tell her if you come back home without "em, I"m whippin" you!

She"ll give "em to you then."

"She"d say my love to Christ ought not to be so weak but I can bear anything you want to do to me, pop. She had to take an awful lot off of gran"pop when she turned plain. Pop," she added earnestly, "no matter what you do to me, I ain"t givin" "way; I"m standin" firm to serve Christ!"

"We"ll see oncet!" her father grimly answered, striding across the room and taking his strap from its corner in the kitchen cupboard he grasped Tillie"s slender shoulder and lifted his heavy arm.

And now for the first time in her life his wife interposed a word against his brutality.

"Jake!"

In astonishment he turned to her. She was as pale as her stepdaughter.

"Jake! If she HAS got religion, you"ll have awful bad luck if you try to get her away from it!"

"I ain"t sayin" she can"t get RELIGION if she wants! To be sure, I brung her up to be a Christian. But I don"t hold to this here nonsense of turnin" plain, and I tole her so, and she"s got to obey to me or I"ll learn her!"

"You"ll have bad luck if you whip her fur somepin like this here," his wife repeated. "Don"t you mind how when Aunty Em turned plain and gran"pop he acted to her so ugly that way, it didn"t rain fur two weeks and his crops was spoilt, and he got that boil yet on his neck! Yes, you"ll see oncet," she warned him "if you use the strap fur somepin like what this is, what you"ll mebbe come by yet!"

"Och, you"re foolish!" he answered, but his tone was not confident. His raised arm dropped to his side and he looked uneasily into Tillie"s face, while he still kept his painful grasp of her shoulder.

The soft bright eyes of the young girl met his, not with defiance, but with a light in them that somehow brought before his mind the look her mother had worn the night she died. Superst.i.tion was in his blood, and he shuddered inwardly at his uncanny sense of mystery before this unfamiliar, illumined countenance of his daughter. The exalted soul of the girl cast a spell which even HIS unsensitive spirit could keenly feel, and something stirred in his breast--the latent sense of affectionate, protecting fatherhood.

Tillie saw and felt this sudden change in him. She lifted her free hand and laid it on his arm, her lips quivering. "Father!" she half whispered.

She had never called him that before, and it seemed strangely to bring home to him what, in this crisis of his child"s life, was due to her from him, her only living parent.

Suddenly he released her shoulder and tossed away the strap. "I see I wouldn"t be doin" right to oppose you in this here, Tillie. Well, I"m glad, fur all, that I ain"t whippin" you. It goes ag"in" me to hit you since you was sick that time. You"re gettin" full big, too, to be punished that there way, fur all I always sayed still I"d never leave a child of mine get ahead of me, no matter how big they was, so long as they lived off of me. But this here"s different. You"re feelin"

conscientious about this here matter, and I ain"t hinderin" you."

To Tillie"s unspeakable amazement, he laid his hand on her head and held it there for an instant. "Gawd bless you, my daughter, and help you to serve the Lord acceptable!"

So that crisis was past.

But Tillie knew, that night, as she rubbed witch-hazel on her sore shoulder, that a far worse struggle was before her. In seeking to carry out the determination that burned in her heart to get an education, no aid could come to her as it had to-day, from her father"s sense of religious awe. Would she be able, she wondered, to stand firm against his opposition when, a second time, it came to an issue between them?

XII

ABSALOM KEEPS COMPANY

Tillie wrote to Miss Margaret (she could not learn to call her Mrs.

Lansing) how that she had "given herself up and turned plain," and Miss Margaret, seeing how sacred this experience was to the young girl, treated the subject with all respect and even reverence.

The correspondence between these two, together with the books which from time to time came to the girl from her faithful friend, did more toward Tillie"s growth and development along lines of which her parents had no suspicion, than all the schooling at William Penn, under the instruction of the average "Millersville Normal," could ever have accomplished.

And her tongue, though still very provincial, soon lost much of its native dialect, through her constant reading and study.

Of course whenever her father discovered her with her books he made her suffer.

"You"re got education enough a"ready," he would insist. "And too much fur your own good. Look at me--I was only educated with a Testament and a spelling-book and a slate. We had no such a blackboards even, to recite on. And do _I_ look as if I need to know any more "n what I know a"ready?"

Tillie bore her punishments like a martyr--and continued surrept.i.tiously to read and to study whenever and whatever she could; and not even the extreme conscientiousness of a New Mennonite faltered at this filial disobedience. She obeyed her father implicitly, however tyrannical he was, to the point where he bade her suppress and kill all the best that G.o.d had given her of mind and heart. Then she revolted; and she never for an instant doubted her entire justification in eluding or defying his authority.

There was another influence besides her books and Miss Margaret"s letters which, unconsciously to herself, was educating Tillie at this time. Her growing fondness for stealing off to the woods not far from the farm, of climbing to the hill-top beyond the creek, or walking over the fields under the wide sky--not only in the spring and summer, but at all times of the year--was yielding her a richness, a depth and breadth, of experience that nothing else could have given her.

A nature deeply sensitive to the mysterious appeal of sky and green earth, of deep, shady forest and glistening water, when unfolding in daily touch with these things, will learn to see life with a broader, saner mind and catch glimpses and vistas of truth with a clearer vision than can ever come to one whose most susceptible years are spent walled in and overtopped by the houses of the city that shut out and stifle "the larger thought of G.o.d." And Tillie, in spite of her narrowing New Mennonite "convictions," did reach through her growing love for and intimacy with Nature a plane of thought and feeling which was immeasurably above her perfunctory creed.

Sometimes the emotions excited by her solitary walks gave the young girl greater pain than happiness--yet it was a pain she would not have been spared, for she knew, though the knowledge was never formulated in her thought, that in some precious, intimate way her suffering set her apart and above the villagers and farming people about her--those whose placid, contented eyes never strayed from the potato-patch to the distant hills, or lifted themselves from the goodly tobacco-fields to the wide blue heavens.

Thus, cramped and crushing as much of her life was, it had--as all conditions must have--its compensations; and many of the very circ.u.mstances which at the time seemed most unbearable brought forth in later years rich fruit.

And so, living under her father"s watchful eye and relentless rule,--with long days of drudgery and outward acquiescence in his scheme of life that she devote herself, mind, body, and soul, to the service of himself, his wife, and their children, and in return to be poorly fed and scantily clad,--Tillie nevertheless grew up in a world apart, hidden to the sealed vision of those about her; as unknown to them in her real life as though they had never looked upon her face; and while her father never for an instant doubted the girl"s entire submission to him, she was day by day waxing stronger in her resolve to heed Miss Margaret"s constant advice and make a fight for her right to the education her father had denied her, and for a life other than that to which his will would consign her.

There were dark times when her steadfast purpose seemed impossible of fulfilment. But Tillie felt she would rather die in the struggle than become the sort of apathetic household drudge she beheld in her stepmother--a condition into which it would be so easy to sink, once she loosed her wagon from its star.

It was when Tillie was seventeen years old--a slight, frail girl, with a look in her eyes as of one who lives in two worlds--that Absalom Puntz, one Sunday evening in the fall of the year, saw her safe home from meeting and asked permission to "keep comp"ny" with her.

Now that morning Tillie had received a letter from Miss Margaret (sent to her, as always, under cover to the doctor), and Absalom"s company on the way from church was a most unwelcome interruption to her happy brooding over the precious messages of love and helpfulness which those letters always brought her.

A request for permission to "keep comp"ny" with a young lady meant a very definite thing in Canaan Township. "Let"s try each other," was what it signified; and acceptance of the proposition involved on each side an exclusion of all a.s.sociation with others of the opposite s.e.x.

Tillie of course understood this.

"But you"re of the World"s people, Absalom," her soft, sweet voice answered him. They were walking along in the dim evening on the high dusty pike toward the Getz farm. "And I"m a member of meeting. I can"t marry out of the meeting."