<h2>CHAPTER XI.</h2>
<h3>THE NEXT THING.</h3>
<P> WHAT she did next that night was to sit
with her elbows in her lap, and her chin
resting on her hands, and stare into vacancy for
half an hour. She was very much bewildered.
Col. Baker had awakened a train of thought
that would never slumber again. He need not
hope for such a thing. Her brother Charlie saw
deeper into her nature than she did herself. She
was tenacious of an idea; she had grasped at
this one, which, of itself, would perhaps never
have occurred to her.</P>
<p>Hitherto she had played at cards as she had
played on the piano or worked at her worsted<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_182" id="Page_182"></SPAN></span>
cats and dogs, or frittered away an evening in the
smallest of small talk, or done a hundred other
things, without thought of results, without so
much as realizing that there were such things as
results connected with such trifling commonplaces.</p>
<p>At least, so far as the matter of cards was concerned,
she would never do so again. Her quiet
had been disturbed. The process of reasoning
by which she found herself disturbed was very
simple. She had discovered, as if by accident,
that her pastor; as she loved to call Dr. Dennis,
lingering on the word, now that it had such a
new meaning for her, disapproved of card-playing,
not only for himself, but for her; at least
that Col. Baker so supposed.</p>
<p>Now there must be some foundation for this
belief of his. Either there was something in the
nature of the game which Col. Baker recognized,
and which she did not, that made him understand,
as by instinct, that it would be disapproved
by Dr. Dennis, or else he had heard him
so express himself, or else he was totally mistaken,
and was misrepresenting that gentleman's
character.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_183" id="Page_183"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>She thought all this over as she sat staring
into space, and she went one step further—she
meant to discover which of these three statements
was correct. If Dr. Dennis thought it
wrong to play cards, then he must have reasons
for so thinking. She accepted that at once as a
necessity to the man. They must also have been
carefully weighed reasons, else he would not
have given them a place in his creed. This also
was a necessity to a nature like his.</p>
<p>Clearly there was something here for her to
study; but how to set about it? Over this
she puzzled a good deal; she did not like to go
directly to Dr. Dennis and ask for herself; she
did not know how to set to work to discover for
herself the truth; she could pray for light, that
to be sure; but having brought her common
sense with her into religious matters, she no
more expected light to blaze upon her at the
moment of praying for it, than she expected the
sun to burst into the room despite the closing of
blinds and dropping of curtain, merely because
she prayed that it might shine.</p>
<p>Clearly if she wanted the sun, it was her part
to open blinds and draw back curtains; clearly if<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_184" id="Page_184"></SPAN></span>
she wanted mental light, it was her part to use
the means that God had placed at her disposal.
Thus much she realized. But not being a self-reliant
girl, it resulted in her saying to Eurie
Mitchell when she slipped in the next evening
to spend an hour:</p>
<p>"I wish we girls could get together somewhere
this evening; I have something to talk
over that puzzles me a great deal."</p>
<p>You are to understand that the expression,
"we girls," meant the four who had lived Chautauqua
together; from henceforth and forever
"we girls" who went through the varied experiences
of life together that were crowded into
those two weeks, would be separated from all
other girls, and their intercourse would necessarily
be different from any other friendships,
colored always with that which they had lived
together under the trees.</p>
<p>"Well," said Eurie, quick, as usual, to carry
out what another only suggested, "I'm sure that
is easily managed. We can call for Ruth, and
go around to Marion's den; she is always in, and
she never has any company."</p>
<p>"But Ruth nearly always has," objected<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_185" id="Page_185"></SPAN></span>
Flossy, who had an instant vision of herself
among the fashionable callers in the Erskine
parlor, unable to get away without absolute
rudeness.</p>
<p>"I'll risk Ruth if she happens to want to come
with us," Eurie said, nodding her head sagely.
"She will dispose of her callers in some way;
strangle them, or what is easier and safer, simply
ignore their existence and beg to be excused.
Ruth is equal to any amount of well-bred rudeness;
all that is necessary is the desire to perform
a certain action, and she will do it."</p>
<p>This prophecy of Eurie's proved to be the case.
Nellis Mitchell was called into service to see the
girls safely over to the Erskine mansion, where
they found two gentlemen calling on Ruth and
her father. No sooner did she hear of their desire
to be together, than, feeling instant sympathy
with it, she said, "I'll go in five minutes."
Then they heard her quiet voice in the parlor:</p>
<p>"Father, will you and our friends excuse me
for the remainder of the evening, and will you
enjoy my part of the call and yours too? I have
just had a summons elsewhere that demands attention."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_186" id="Page_186"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Isn't that perfect in its propriety, besides
bringing things to the exact point where she
wants them to be?" whispered Eurie to Flossy
as they waited in the hall. "Oh, it takes Ruth
to manage."</p>
<p>"I wonder," said Flossy, with her far-away
look, and half-distressed, wholly-perplexed curve
of the lip—"I wonder if it is strictly <i>true;</i> that
is what troubles me a good deal."</p>
<p>Oh, Dr. <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'Hurlbut'">Hurlbut</ins> your address to the children
that summer day under the trees was the
germ of this shoot of sensitiveness for the
strict truth, that shall bloom into conscientious
fruit.</p>
<p>It was by this process that they were all together
in Marion's den, as Eurie called her stuffed
and uninviting little room. Never was mortal
more glad to be interrupted than she, as she unceremoniously
tossed aside school-books and papers,
and made room for them around the table.</p>
<p>"You are a blessed trio," she said, exultantly.
"What good angel put it into your hearts to
come to me just now and here? I am in the
dismals; have been down all day in the depths
of swamp-land, feeling as if I hadn't a friend on<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_187" id="Page_187"></SPAN></span>
earth, and didn't want one; and here you are,
you blessed three."</p>
<p>"But we didn't come for fun or to comfort
you, or anything of that sort," explained Flossy,
earnestly, true to the purpose that had started
her. "We came to talk something over."</p>
<p>"I don't doubt it. Talk it over then by all
means. I'll talk at it with all my heart. We
generally do talk something over, I have observed,
when we get together; at least we do of
late years. Which one wants to talk?"</p>
<p>Thus introduced, Flossy explained the nature
of her perplexities; her occupation the evening
before; the interruption from Dr. Dennis; the
sweeping action of Col. Baker, and the consequent
talk.</p>
<p>"Now do you suppose that is true?" she said,
suddenly breaking off at the point where Col.
Baker had assured her that all clergymen looked
with utter disfavor on cards.</p>
<p>Marion glanced from one to another of the
faces before her with an amused air; none of
them spoke.</p>
<p>"It is rather queer," she said, at last, "that I
have to be authority, or that I seem to be the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_188" id="Page_188"></SPAN></span>
only one posted, when I have but just emerged
from a state of unbelief in the whole subject.
But I tell you truly, my blessed little innocent,
Col. Baker is well posted; not only the clergy,
but he will find a large class of the most enlightened
Christians, look with disapproval on the
whole thing in all its variations."</p>
<p>"Why do they?" This from Flossy, with a
perplexed and troubled tone.</p>
<p>"Well," said Marion, "now that question is
more easily asked than answered. It requires an
argument."</p>
<p>"An argument is just what I want; I like to
have things explained. Before that, though,
one thing that puzzles me is how should Col.
Baker be so familiar with the views of clergymen?"</p>
<p>"That is a curious fact, my mousie; you will
find it, I fancy, in all sorts of strange places.
People who are not Christians seem to have an
intuitive perception of the fitness of things. It
is like dancing and theatre-going, and a dozen
other questions. It is very unusual to meet
people who do not sneer at Christians for upholding
such amusements; they seem to realize<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_189" id="Page_189"></SPAN></span>
an incongruity between them and the Christian
profession. It was just as plain to me, I know,
and I have sneered many a time over card-playing
Christians, and here you are, dear little
Flossy, among them, just for the purpose of
teaching me not to judge."</p>
<p>Ruth, for the first time, took up the subject:</p>
<p>"If your statement is true, Marion, how is it
that so many professed Christians indulge in
these very things?"</p>
<p>"Precisely the question that I just asked myself
while I was talking. By what means they
become destitute of that keen insight into consistencies
and inconsistencies, the moment they
enter the lists as Christian people, is more than
I can understand, unless it is because they decide
to succumb to the necessity of doing as
other people do, and let any special thinking
alone as inconvenient and unprofitable. I don't
know how it is; only you watch this question
and think about it, and you will discover that
just so surely as you come in contact with any
who are active and alert in Christian work, whose
religion you respect as amounting to something,
you are almost sure to see them avoiding all<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_190" id="Page_190"></SPAN></span>
these amusements. Who ever heard of a minister
being asked to spend an evening in social
card-playing! I presume that even Col. Baker
himself knows that that would be improper, and
he would be the first to sneer."</p>
<p>"Of course," Ruth said, "ministers were expected
to be examples for other people to follow."</p>
<p>"Well, then," Flossy said, her perplexity in no
way lessened, "ought we not to follow?"</p>
<p>Whereupon Marion clapped her hands.</p>
<p>"Little Flossy among the logicians!" she said.
"That is the point, Ruth Erskine. If the example
is for us to follow, why don't we follow?
Now, what do you honestly think about this
question yourself?"</p>
<p>"Why," said Ruth, hesitatingly, "I have always
played cards, in select circles, being careful,
of course, with whom I played; just as I am
careful with whom I associate, and, contrary to
your supposition, I have always supposed those
people who frowned on such amusements to be
a set of narrow-minded fanatics. And I didn't
know that Christian people did frown on such
amusements; though, to be sure, now that I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_191" id="Page_191"></SPAN></span>
think of it, there are certain ones who never
come to card-parties nor dancing-parties. I
guess the difficulty is that I have never thought
anything about it."</p>
<p>Marion was looking sober.</p>
<p>"The fact is," she said, gravely, "that with
all my loneliness and poverty and general forlornness,
I have had a different bringing up from
any of you. My father did not believe in any of
these things."</p>
<p>"And he was a Christian man," Flossy said,
quickly. "Then he must have had a reason for
his belief. That is what I want to get at. What
was it?"</p>
<p>"He found it in an old book," said Marion,
looking at her, brightly, through shining eyes.
"He found most of his knowledge and his hope
and joy in that same book. The Bible was almost
the only book he had, and he made much
of that."</p>
<p>"And yet you hated the Bible!" Eurie
said this almost involuntarily, with a surprised
tone.</p>
<p>"I hated the way in which people lived it, so
different from my father's way. I don't think I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_192" id="Page_192"></SPAN></span>
ever really discarded the book itself. But I was
a fool; I don't mind owning that."</p>
<p>Flossy brought them back to the subject.</p>
<p>"But about this question," she said. "The
Bible was just where I went for help, but I
didn't find it; I looked in the Concordance for
cards and for amusements, and for every word
which I could think of, that would cover it, but
I couldn't find anything."</p>
<p>Marion laughed again. This little morsel's ignorance
of the Bible was to this girl, who had
been an avowed infidel for more than a dozen
years, something very strange.</p>
<p>"The Bible is a big book, darling," she said,
still laughing. "But, after all, I fancy you will
find something about the principle that governs
cards, even if you cannot find the word."</p>
<p>Meantime Ruth had been for some minutes regarding
Eurie's grave face and attentive eyes,
with no small astonishment in her gaze. At this
point she interrupted:</p>
<p>"Eurie Mitchell, what can be the matter with
you? were you ever known to be so quiet? I
haven't heard you speak on this theme, or any
other, since you came into the room; yet you<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_193" id="Page_193"></SPAN></span>
look as though you had some ideas, if you chose
to advance them. Where do you stand on this
card question?"</p>
<p>"We never play cards at home," Eurie said,
quickly, "and we never go where we know they
are to be played."</p>
<p>Flossy turned upon her the most surprised
eyes. Dr. Mitchell's family was the most decidedly
unconventional and free and easy of any
represented there. Flossy had supposed that
they, of all others, would make cards a daily pastime.</p>
<p>"Why not?" she asked, briefly and earnestly,
as one eager to learn.</p>
<p>"It is on Nell's account," Eurie said, still
speaking very gravely. "Nell has but one fault,
and that is card-playing; he is just passionately
fond of it; he is tempted everywhere. Father
says Grandfather Mitchell was just so, and Nell
inherits the taste. It is a great temptation to
him, and we do not like to foster it at home."</p>
<p>"But home card-playing is so different; that
isn't gambling." This from Flossy, questioningly.</p>
<p>"Nell learned to play at home," Eurie said,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_194" id="Page_194"></SPAN></span>
quickly. "That is, he learned at Grandfather
Mitchell's when he was a little boy. We have
no means of knowing whether he would have
been led into gambling but for that early education.
I know that Robbie shall never learn if
we can help it; we never mean to allow him to
go where any sort of cards are played, so long
as we have him under control."</p>
<p>All this was utterly new to Flossy.</p>
<p>"Then, if your little Robbie should come, with
other children, to see me, and I should teach
them a game of cards to amuse them, I might be
doing you a positive injury," she said, thoughtfully.</p>
<p>"I certainly should so consider it," Eurie said,
with quickness and with feeling. "Girls, I
speak vehemently on this subject always; having
one serious lesson at home makes people
think."</p>
<p>"It is a question whether we have any right
to indulge in an amusement that has the power
to lead people astray," Ruth said, grave and
thoughtful, "especially when it is impossible to
tell what boy may he growing up under that influence
to whom it will become a snare."</p>
<p>Marion added:<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_195" id="Page_195"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Flossy, do you begin to see?"</p>
<p>"I see in every direction," Flossy said.
"There is no telling when we may be doing
harm. But, now, let me be personal; I play
with father a great deal; he is an old man, and
he has no special temptation, certainly. I have
heard him say he never played for anything of
more value than a pin in his life. What harm
can there possibly be in my spending an evening
with him in such an amusement, if it rests and
entertains him?"</p>
<p>"Imagine some of your Sunday-school boys accepting
your invitation to call on you, and finding
you playing a social game with your father;
then imagine them quoting you in support of
their game at the billiard saloon that same evening
a little later," Marion said, quickly. "You
see, my little Flossy, we don't live in nutshells
or sealed cans; we are at all times liable to be
broken in upon by people whom we may influence
and whom we may harm. I confess I
don't want to do anything at home that will
have to be pushed out of sight in haste and
confusion because some one happens to come
in. I want to be honest, even in my play."</p>
<p>Over this Flossy looked absolutely aghast.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_196" id="Page_196"></SPAN></span>
Those boys of hers, they were getting a strong
hold upon her already; she longed to lead them.
Was it possible that by her very amusements
she might lead them astray! Another point
was, that Nellis Mitchell could never be invited
to join them in a game. She had invited him
often, and she winced at the thought. Did his
sister think she had helped him into temptation?
Following these trains of thought, she was led
into another, over which she thought aloud.</p>
<p>"And suppose any of them should ask me if I
ever played cards! I should have to say yes."</p>
<p>"Precisely," said Marion. "And don't you
go to thinking that you can ever hide behind
that foolish little explanation, 'I play simply for
amusement; I think it is wrong to play for
money.' It won't do: it takes logical brains to
see the difference, and some even of those <i>won't</i>
see it; but they can readily see that, having
plenty of money, of course you have no temptation
to play cards for it, and they see that with
them it is different."</p>
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