I am surprised, and
you a minister."
"But it is an awful state of things."
"Well," said Fanny, "Mrs. B. H. Slocum may come over from Grenoble.
She used to live here, and has never lost her interest in Brookville.
She is rich. She can buy a lot, and she is very good-natured about
being cheated for the gospel's sake. Then, too, Brookville has never
lost its guardian angels."
"What on earth do you mean?"
"What I say. The faith of the people here in guardian angels is a
wonderful thing. Sometimes it seems to me as if all Brookville
considered itself under special guardianship, sort of a
hen-and-chicken arrangement, you know. Anyhow, they do go ahead and
undertake the craziest things, and come out somehow."
"I think," said Wesley Elliot soberly, "that I ought to resign."
Then the girl paled, and bent closer over her work. "Resign!" she
gasped.
"Yes, resign. I admit I haven't enough money to live without a
salary, though I would like to stay here forever." Wesley spoke with
fervor, his eyes on the girl.
"Oh, no, you wouldn't."
"I most certainly would, but I can't run in debt, and--I want to
marry some day--like other young men--and I must earn."
The girl bent her head lower. "Why don't you resign and go away, and
get--married, if you want to?"
"Fanny!"
He bent over her. His lips touched her hair. "You know," he
began--then came a voice like the legendary sword which divides
lovers for their best temporal and spiritual good.
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