Part 8 (1/2)
”Yes, doesn't it?” replied her companion. ”This is naturally my favourite;” and he paused at the opening where, below, the church stood out grand and stately against the evening sky. ”Is it not a grand old tower? It stands just as a church should; it dominates the place.”
The ring of enthusiasm in his voice brought an answering thrill into Sally's heart.
”Are you sure that it does really?” she asked, moved by a sudden impulse.
”I hope so; I pray G.o.d it may be so. If not in my time then in another's.”
CHAPTER V.
A QUESTION OF EDUCATION.
”I can't think why you, or any reasonable man, should object to a board school?” said Paul, who had been expounding his views at some length to the rector. ”The people should have a voice in the matter of their children's education; and it can't be fair that any particular system of religion should be forced upon them. In a place like this you would be pretty certain to come out at the head of the poll, and, if religious teaching seems such an essential, you would be allowed to give it with limitations.”
”With limitations that would practically make it useless,” said Mr.
Curzon. ”I am prepared to make any sacrifice rather than surrender the religious training of the children G.o.d has given to my care. It will be a hard matter, with you against me, but I must stick fast by my principle.”
”In a few more years there won't be a voluntary school left in the country,” said Paul.
”Mine shall be one of the last to die,” replied Mr. Curzon.
”You are fully persuaded that you are carrying out the wishes of your people.”
”I am sure that, as far as I know it, I shall be doing my duty by them--and that must come first; but they shall have an opportunity of expressing their opinion. I am going to call a meeting about the enlarging of the school, and I shall try and persuade every one to attend it.”
”Including myself?” inquired Paul, with a rather sceptical smile.
”I shall wish you, of course, to be there.”
”But I can only be there in opposition to your views,” Paul said.
”A clergyman gets used to opposition,” replied Mr. Curzon, quietly; ”but if the school is to be continued under the management of myself and my churchwardens, it shall be no hole-and-corner business: it shall be with the consent and confidence of the majority of my people.”
Paul rose to go; and there was rather a troubled look on his face as he took Mr. Curzon's out-stretched hand. It was such a kindly, friendly grip.
”I'm afraid we cannot help coming across each other as we both have the courage of our opinions; but at least you will believe that I have the social development of the village very near at heart.”
”And there, at least, we agree,” said Mr. Curzon, smiling; ”but with me their spiritual welfare is even more urgent.”
Kitty's little carriage was drawn up at the door, as she was just returning from an outing. She greeted Paul with a beaming face, which, as he came closer, grew clouded with anxiety.
”I'm afraid you've got another headache, and I've got nothing to bring now,” she said. ”Blackberries wouldn't do. They are rather nasty, daddy thinks.”
”I've not got a headache, Kitty, thank you,” said Paul, leaving the question of blackberries in abeyance. ”What made you think I had?”
”You were frowning; but perhaps it was the sun in your eyes. Has your sister bigger than me come yet?”
”Oh yes; she has been here quite a time, and you have not been to see her.”
”I've been away; did not you know?--away with daddy,” with a proud glance up at her father. ”It was lovely; he had no one to think of but me, and I was with him on the beach nearly all day long.”