Part 27 (1/2)
”He is a very ugly young man--really, the ugliest young man I've ever seen. He has a big, loose-jointed figure with absurdly long legs. His hair is tow-color and lank, his eyes are green, and his mouth is big, and his ears--but I never think about his ears if I can help it.
”He has a lovely voice--if you shut your eyes he is adorable--and he certainly has a beautiful soul and disposition.
”We were good chums right way. Of course he is a graduate of Redmond, and that is a link between us. We fished and boated together; and we walked on the sands by moonlight. He didn't look so homely by moonlight and oh, he was nice. Niceness fairly exhaled from him. The old ladies--except Mrs. Grant--don't approve of Jonas, because he laughs and jokes--and because he evidently likes the society of frivolous me better than theirs.
”Somehow, Anne, I don't want him to think me frivolous. This is ridiculous. Why should I care what a tow-haired person called Jonas, whom I never saw before thinks of me?
”Last Sunday Jonas preached in the village church. I went, of course, but I couldn't realize that Jonas was going to preach. The fact that he was a minister--or going to be one--persisted in seeming a huge joke to me.
”Well, Jonas preached. And, by the time he had preached ten minutes, I felt so small and insignificant that I thought I must be invisible to the naked eye. Jonas never said a word about women and he never looked at me. But I realized then and there what a pitiful, frivolous, small-souled little b.u.t.terfly I was, and how horribly different I must be from Jonas' ideal woman. SHE would be grand and strong and n.o.ble. He was so earnest and tender and true. He was everything a minister ought to be. I wondered how I could ever have thought him ugly--but he really is!--with those inspired eyes and that intellectual brow which the roughly-falling hair hid on week days.
”It was a splendid sermon and I could have listened to it forever, and it made me feel utterly wretched. Oh, I wish I was like YOU, Anne.
”He caught up with me on the road home, and grinned as cheerfully as usual. But his grin could never deceive me again. I had seen the REAL Jonas. I wondered if he could ever see the REAL PHIL--whom n.o.bODY, not even you, Anne, has ever seen yet.
”'Jonas,' I said--I forgot to call him Mr. Blake. Wasn't it dreadful?
But there are times when things like that don't matter--'Jonas, you were born to be a minister. You COULDN'T be anything else.'
”'No, I couldn't,' he said soberly. 'I tried to be something else for a long time--I didn't want to be a minister. But I came to see at last that it was the work given me to do--and G.o.d helping me, I shall try to do it.'
”His voice was low and reverent. I thought that he would do his work and do it well and n.o.bly; and happy the woman fitted by nature and training to help him do it. SHE would be no feather, blown about by every fickle wind of fancy. SHE would always know what hat to put on. Probably she would have only one. Ministers never have much money. But she wouldn't mind having one hat or none at all, because she would have Jonas.
”Anne s.h.i.+rley, don't you dare to say or hint or think that I've fallen in love with Mr. Blake. Could I care for a lank, poor, ugly theologue--named Jonas? As Uncle Mark says, 'It's impossible, and what's more it's improbable.'
”Good night, PHIL.”
”P.S. It is impossible--but I am horribly afraid it's true. I'm happy and wretched and scared. HE can NEVER care for me, I know. Do you think I could ever develop into a pa.s.sable minister's wife, Anne? And WOULD they expect me to lead in prayer? P G.”
Chapter XXV
Enter Prince Charming
”I'm contrasting the claims of indoors and out,” said Anne, looking from the window of Patty's Place to the distant pines of the park.
”I've an afternoon to spend in sweet doing nothing, Aunt Jimsie. Shall I spend it here where there is a cosy fire, a plateful of delicious russets, three purring and harmonious cats, and two impeccable china dogs with green noses? Or shall I go to the park, where there is the lure of gray woods and of gray water lapping on the harbor rocks?”
”If I was as young as you, I'd decide in favor of the park,” said Aunt Jamesina, tickling Joseph's yellow ear with a knitting needle.
”I thought that you claimed to be as young as any of us, Aunty,” teased Anne.
”Yes, in my soul. But I'll admit my legs aren't as young as yours. You go and get some fresh air, Anne. You look pale lately.”
”I think I'll go to the park,” said Anne restlessly. ”I don't feel like tame domestic joys today. I want to feel alone and free and wild. The park will be empty, for every one will be at the football match.”
”Why didn't you go to it?”
”'n.o.body axed me, sir, she said'--at least, n.o.body but that horrid little Dan Ranger. I wouldn't go anywhere with him; but rather than hurt his poor little tender feelings I said I wasn't going to the game at all. I don't mind. I'm not in the mood for football today somehow.”
”You go and get some fresh air,” repeated Aunt Jamesina, ”but take your umbrella, for I believe it's going to rain. I've rheumatism in my leg.”