The Jalna Saga – Deluxe Edition: All Sixteen Books of the Enduring Classic Series & The Biography of Mazo de la Roche (43 page)

Nero worshiped all three children with a dark, stubborn, masterful worship. He would endure all three sprawling on his back at once but, if Nicholas went too near the edge of the ravine, he would draw him back by his dress, for somewhere in Nero’s mind there remained a picture of Nicholas shooting downward to the river in the perambulator.

One morning in September, when goldenrod and Michaelmas daisies blazed in bloom about the new church, Adeline and Philip were standing together inside its doors, admiring the effect of the long strip of crimson carpet that extended from where they stood, up the chancel steps to the altar. Every day they came to the church. They had followed each step in its progress. They had a peculiar sense of achievement in it quite different from their feeling about Jalna. Jalna had beauty and some elegance. But here was a plain building with shiny, varnished pews, grey plaster walls and no stained-glass windows to mellow its light. Yet here was to be their spiritual home. Here was the link between them and the unknown forces of creation. Here their children would be baptized, their children married. Here, when their time came, would be read their own burial service. But this last was so distant, so misty in the mysterious future, that the thought of it gave them no pain.

The crimson carpet had put the final touch to the building, as a church. It was of excellent quality and had been expensive. But both felt that it was well worth the cost. The fact was, it made the church look holy. It was a glowing pathway from entrance to altar. When the foot touched it, calmness and peace stole upward into
the soul. The money for it had been sent by Philip’s sister, Augusta. This evening Adeline would sit down at her writing bureau and tell them just how imposing it looked.

The Dean had put his hand into his pocket and paid for the organ. It was not a pipe organ. No one would have expected that, but it was of a reliable make and guaranteed to have a sweet tone. It stood to one side of the chancel, the pulpit towering above it. Wilmott had agreed to be organist and was expected that very morning to try it. As for the pulpit, Adeline had paid for that. From the first she had wanted a substantial pulpit. “I don’t like to see the preacher popping up like a jack-in-the-box out of a little pulpit,” she had declared. “What he says will go down better if he mounts three steps to say it and is surrounded by massive carving. The same man who carved our newel post can do it and I’ll foot the bill.” There were a few who thought the pulpit was a little too ornate for the church but on the whole it was much admired.

Adeline took Philip by the hand. “Let us go,” she said, “and sit in our own pew and see what it feels like.”

She led him to the pew they had chosen, directly in front of the pulpit, and they seated themselves decorously but smilingly. The pulpit rose portentously before them, as though already overflowing with sabbatical wisdom.

“Confess now,” said Adeline, “I could not have done better in the way of a pulpit.”

“My one objection to it is that I am afraid Pink will feel himself so impressive in it that he will preach too long. He is already inclined that way.”

“Then I shall go to sleep and snore.”

They heard a step behind them and turning saw Wilmott coming down the aisle. He was carrying a large music book.

“Here I am!” he said. “Have you waited long?”

They had forgotten he was coming but agreed they had been waiting for some time.

“I have been to the Rectory,” said Wilmott, “and Mrs. Pink has given me a hymnbook. I’m rather sorry I promised to play this
organ. I don’t feel capable of playing church music properly. But I seem to be the only one willing to attempt it.”

“Kate Brent could have,” said Adeline, “but she is now a Catholic. Anyhow I like to see a man at the organ.”

“Play the Wedding March,” said Philip. “Let’s hear something lively.”

“I have not the music.” Wilmott seated himself at the organ, opened it and placed the hymnbook on the rack. He remarked — “I admire the red satin behind the fretwork. It’s a pretty organ.”

“Yes,” agreed Philip. “My brother-in-law donated it and my sister the carpet.”

“I know,” said Wilmott. “You are a generous family. Even if I had the money, the community would go churchless a long while before I should build one.”

“That’s not stinginess, James,” said Adeline. “It’s prejudice.”

“Yes. I’m not sure religion is good for people.”

“What could take its place?” asked Philip. “I’ll wager you have nothing to offer.”

“Life itself is good.”

“Come now, Wilmott, be sensible. A man can’t live by material things alone.”

“Then let him gaze at the stars.”

“The stars aren’t comfortable on a stormy night. Religion is.”

“You had better not let Mr. Pink hear you say such things,” put in Adeline, “or he’ll not allow you to play the organ.”

“He has heard me on many occasions.”

“And doesn’t mind?”

“Not a whit. He is a bland, dyed-in-the-wool Christian and he is convinced that everyone will eventually come round to his way of thinking.

“And so will you,” said Philip. “So will you.”

“Perhaps.” Wilmott pressed the pedals, touched the keys. He began to play a new hymn that only recently had been translated from the Latin. But Philip and Adeline knew the first verse and sang it through.

“O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel.
That mourns in lonely exile here,
Until the Son of God appear.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel,”

Neither Philip nor Adeline considered how extraordinary were these words coming from the green heart of a Canadian woods. They sang them with gusto and at the end Philip exclaimed: —

“It is a capital organ,”

“I don’t see how you can tell,” said Wilmott drily, “singing as you were at the top of your voices.”

“Oh, James, you are a cross old thing!” cried Adeline, going to his side.

“Well, you seem to have a service in full swing,” came a voice from the door.

It was Dr. Ramsey. He entered and, after inspecting the new acquisitions, said — “Congratulate me. Lydia Busby and I are to be married.”

Adeline clapped her hands. “Splendid! I’ve seen it coming. Oh, I am glad!”

“A delightful girl,” said Philip. “I congratulate you most sincerely.”

Wilmott came forward and added his more guarded felicitations.

“It will be the first ceremony in the church,” said the doctor. “We want to be married without delay.”

“No,” said Philip. “My son’s christening is to be the first.”

“And we cannot have him christened,” added Adeline, “till my parents arrive from Ireland.”

Dr. Ramsey regarded the Whiteoaks truculently. “Do you mean to say that my marriage must be postponed to give way to your child’s christening?”

“I am sorry,” said Philip. “But I am afraid that is so.”

“Then you consider that you own this church?” exclaimed Dr. Ramsey, his colour mounting.

“Well, not exactly,” said Philip.

“I suppose,” said the doctor, “that Lydia and I can be married somewhere else. There is a church at Stead.”

“No need to get huffy,” said Philip.

“I’m not huffy. I’m simply astonished that I should be asked to postpone my wedding ceremony for the baptism of an infant.”

Adeline folded her arms across her breast and faced the doctor.

“I should think,” she said, “that as you brought the infant into the world, you would show a little consideration for him.”

Dr. Ramsey had nothing to say in reply to this.

Adeline continued — “And, if I know Lydia Busby, she will want time for her preparations and not to be rushed to the altar as though there were need for urgency.”

Again Dr. Ramsey could think of nothing to say.

As they stood staring at each other they little thought that her unborn son was to marry his unborn daughter and that these two were to become the parents of a future master of Jalna.

The embarrassing situation was pushed aside by the entrance of Conway, Sholto, and Mary, from the vestry. Sholto at once mounted the pulpit and, with a sanctimonious expression, intoned: —

“In the beginning God created the Courts.”

“Come down out of that, you young rascal,” said Philip.

But Sholto continued — “And God saw that the Courts were good. And later on God created the Whiteoaks. And the son of the Whiteoaks looked on the daughter of the Courts and he perceived that, though ill-favoured, she was lusty, and he took her to wed.”

Now Mr. Pink also entered from the vestry. He came up behind Sholto and lifted him bodily from the pulpit and deposited him on the floor.

“It is well for you, my boy,” he said, “that the church is not yet consecrated but, as it is, I must severely censure you for making light of the Holy Scriptures.”

“I was just telling him to stop it,” said Philip.

Adeline exclaimed, to cover her brother’s delinquency: —

“Oh, Mr. Pink, you should have come sooner and heard Philip and me singing a hymn!”

Coming to her aid Wilmott added — “The organ has an excellent tone, sir. Should you like to hear me play on it?”

In the vestry a carpenter began loudly to saw and, in the vestibule, another to hammer. Peace was restored.

A
DELINE’S PARENTS ARRIVED
three weeks later. They were just in time for the ceremony of consecrating the new church. After the service the Bishop spent the night at Jalna. There had been a large dinner party and the neighborhood was happily excited. It was agreed that the church was handsome, the Bishop affable, and that Mr. Court and Lady Honoria were the most perfectly bred, good-humoured and likeable people imaginable.

This praise included Adeline’s brother, Esmond Court, who had accompanied his parents without any previous warning. It seemed that they had had no time to write because Lady Honoria had decided only at the last moment to bring him. As Conway, who was not nearly so attractive, had picked up a quite well-off Canadian girl, Lady Honoria saw no reason why Esmond should not do even better for himself. He was the opposite of his two brothers already at Jalna, being dark and handsome, with a resemblance to Adeline. He made himself very agreeable to Philip but Philip could not help but feeling that six of his wife’s relations in the house at one time was rather a lot.

Some days after his arrival, Renny Court took to his bed with an attack of lumbago. He might have been the first sufferer from
that ailment, so loud were his complaints and so convinced was he that it would be the end of him. He constantly demanded applications from without and doses from within so that the house was in a ferment of attendance on him. However, when he at last threw off the attack, his cure was complete. He first appeared downstairs supported on either side by Lady Honoria and Adeline. They progressed along the hall to the dining room with him leaning heavily on them, while he now and again uttered ejaculations of pain. The rest of the family followed with expressions of commiseration. But once he was seated at table with the roast quail on toast in front of him, with a glass of excellent claret by his plate, he was himself again. He was delighted by everything. If he had said things in disparagement of Canada, he now took them back. Jalna was a marvel of achievement. When he was sufficiently recovered to inspect the estate with Philip, he could not say too much in praise of its shipshapeness. There was nothing he liked so much to see as a place in good order and Philip was forced to admit that any suggestions he had to make were excellent.

As for Lady Honoria, the visit was one long happiness to her. To see her daughter so well established, where she had feared to find her in a wilderness, was a joy. To be reunited to her younger sons, even though they gave her so much worry, was a satisfaction. Above all, her grandchildren were a delight to her. Gussie was so intelligent, already so womanly in her ways, that she was a pleasing companion. To be sure, she had a temper but what Court had not? She and Nicholas did a good deal of hair-pulling. But what a darling he was! And Ernest was an enchanting baby. He seemed to know that he was to be the centre of attraction in the next party.

Lady Honoria herself seemed rejuvenated by the acquisition of the new tooth, a miracle of denstistry. She looked more like a sister to Adeline than a mother. In the exhilarating October weather, with the countryside aflame in scarlet and gold, she inspected the flower border and kitchen garden in the making. The little goat, on whose neck she had tied the bell, seemed to remember her for it followed her everywhere. She would collect the most
brilliant of the autumn leaves to take back to Ireland with her. She herself originated a design of them for a mantel drape she was embroidering for Adeline. As for the church, Lady Honoria was never tired of doing things for its embellishment. Before she left home, she had embroidered an Easter altar cloth in a design of lilies, and also a beautiful stole for Mr. Pink. Now, out of her own slender purse, she had ordered a crimson cushion and four crimson hassocks for the Whiteoak pew. Sometimes she and little Augusta would go to church together and wander happily about it. Gussie was so good you could trust her anywhere. When the little girl grew up and even when she was an old woman, she could remember this companionship between herself and her grandmother and could recall Lady Honoria’s lovely smile quite clearly.

Jalna was teeming with vitality and Esmond Court had added a large share of it. He had a talent for bringing out the liveliness of others. He was pleased with himself and the world from morning to night, unless he were crossed, when he would display a most violent temper. But it was soon over. Philip had an exhibition of this in a fencing contest between Esmond and Mr. Court. Both were expert fencers and were giving an exhibition of their skill in the library. Suddenly something went wrong. It was a question of rules. An argument broke out. The faces of the fencers became masks of fury. Each set about demonstrating his own point of view. The foils flashed. It seemed for a moment that one or the other would be pierced to the vitals. Lady Honoria and Adeline shrieked. Mary turned faint. Recklessly Conway and Sholto flung themselves between the fencers. To Philip’s astonishment the storm subsided as suddenly as it had arisen. With Sholto still clinging to him, Esmond apologized to his father and was forgiven but he was still trembling with anger, while Renny Court’s hard features showed a triumphant gring.