Part 35 (1/2)

”I had always understood,” murmured the interested Channing, ”that jumping over a broomstick was the accepted form of marriage in these mountains.”

”Well, stranger, a broomstick's better than nothin', I reckon,” replied the peddler tolerantly. ”It kinder stands for law and order, anyway.

I've knowed folks down around these parts, whar they's a-plenty of preachers, to take up with each other 'thout'n so much as a broomstick to make things bindin'-like.”

Philip exchanged glances with the author. ”_Touche!_” he murmured. He turned to Brother Bates. ”If I can manage to get away for a week or two, will you pilot me up to Misty?” he asked. ”I might make up a few arrears of weddings, funerals, and so forth.”

”You, Philip? Good!” exclaimed Kate, heartily.

The Apostle for the first time allowed his gaze to rest on Philip. He chuckled, with the sly malice of a child that has played some trick upon an elder. ”I 'lowed you'd be speakin' up purty soon,” he said. ”I bin talkin' at you all the time, son. Hit don't matter what kind of a preacher you be--Methody or Cam'elite, or what--jest so's you kin give 'em the Word strong.”

”I'll give it to them as strong as I can,” smiled Philip, ”though I must confess that I share your doubts with regard to h.e.l.l-fire.”

”Can ye start a tune? That's what gits 'em every time.”

”I can do better than that.” He looked at Jacqueline.

Even as he spoke, inspiration had come to him. It was the answer to the problem of how to separate Jacqueline from Channing. ”Will you come, too, and be my choir?” he asked her.

She clapped her hands. ”What a lark! Mummy, may I? You know how I've always longed to go up into the mountains!”

Suddenly she paused, dismayed. She had remembered Channing.

But that gentleman rose to the occasion with prompt.i.tude, somewhat to the chagrin of Philip.

”How would you like to add a pa.s.sable tenor to your choir, Benoix? If you will let me in on this missionary expedition, it would be awfully good of you. Just the opportunity I've been looking for.”

The Apostle beamed on them all. ”They's always room for workers in the Lord's vineyard,” he said solemnly.

Philip could think of no reasonable objection to offer. He murmured something vague to Kate about the necessity of a chaperon.

She stared at him in frank amazement. ”A chaperon for Jacqueline--with _you_? What an idea! You and Mr. Channing will take the best possible care of my little girl. Of course she shall go! I wish I could go myself.”

”Why can't you?” he asked eagerly.

She shook her head. ”At State Fair time? Impossible, with my head men away. It would demoralize the farm.”

Jacqueline caught Philip's eye and winked, wickedly. ”You'll just have to be that chaperon yourself, Reverend Flip,” she murmured.

CHAPTER XXVI

Philip did his best, somewhat hampered by the fact that the girl regarded his enforced chaperonage as a joke, and flirted with Channing quite brazenly and openly under his very eye. Even the Apostle shortly became aware of how matters stood, and remarked to Philip benignly, at an early stage of their journey, ”I like to see young folks sweet-heartin'. It's a nateral thing, like the Lord intended.”

Philip could not agree with any heartiness; but presently the high spirits of the other two infected him, and he entered into the adventure with a growing zest. The clean September air was like wine, and they chattered and laughed like children starting off on a picnic.

Channing had spent the night before at Storm, to be in time for a sunrise start, and he appeared at breakfast in a costume which he and Farwell had evolved as suitable for mountaineering; an affair of riding-boots, pale corduroy breeches, flannel s.h.i.+rt, and a silk handkerchief knotted becomingly about the throat. He was disconcerted to discover that the suit-case of other appropriate garments he had brought with him must be left behind, his luggage being finally reduced to a package of handkerchiefs and a toothbrush.

”But we are to be gone at least a week!” he pleaded unhappily. ”Surely a change of linen--”