Sally Bishop Part 3
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It was this lady who--whenever the occasion demanded, which was not often--bracketed in a breath Roman Catholics and unfortunate women of the street, and alluded to them jointly as--poor creatures.
To be able to say this, and feel that one is daring convention by one's breadth of mind, is no uncommon standard of Christian intelligence.
But all this dutiful attention to Lady Bray availed the Rev. Samuel nothing. On the anvil of circ.u.mstances he was broken, as in the smithy the red-hot metal is bent and severed as though it were but clay.
After ten years' faithful, if somewhat incompetent service, in the parish of Cailsham, the Rev. Samuel Bishop was requested to accept the chaplaincy at some distant Union. It was in this manner that his downfall came about.
CHAPTER IV
It was Easter Sunday. The vicar of the little parish of Steynton, just outside Maidstone, was away for his holidays, and the Rev.
Samuel Bishop had taken his place as _loc.u.m tenens_.
In the small church where the paris.h.i.+oners met every Sunday, it had been the custom for some time past for an earnest and well-known member of the congregation, who had an appreciation for the sound of his own voice, to read the lessons at Matins and at Evensong. This duty, combined with that of warden, was fulfilled by Mr. Windle, an ardent church-goer, a staunch, if somewhat narrow-visioned Christian, and a man rigid in his adherence to the cause of total abstinence.
Before morning service on this Easter Sunday, he met the Rev. Samuel Bishop in the vestry. The organist had already gone to his seat behind the chancel. The first preliminary notes of the voluntary--weak and uncertain, because the organ-blower had come late and as yet there was not sufficient wind in the bellows--were beginning to sound through the building. The two men were alone.
"I should like to know," Sally's father was saying, in his quiet, apologetic voice, "how many people you generally expect to communicate on Easter Sunday. The wine, you know. I want to know how much wine to pour out."
His face twitched as he waited for the answer. It seemed as if some unseen fingers were alternately pinching the flabby flesh of his cheeks, then as swiftly letting it go.
Mr. Windle made a mental calculation, delivering his estimation of the number with a voice confident of his accuracy.
"Sixty," he said. "Not less--possibly more."
"That will take a lot of wine."
"There's plenty in that cupboard," said Mr. Windle.
The gentle rector reverently opened the cupboard and examined it.
"Oh yes; there is enough," he said. He held up a black bottle to the light, and blinked at it short-sightedly. "I--I only wanted to make sure," he added; "it is apt to make one somewhat apprehensive, when one is officiating in a strange church--apprehensive, if you understand what I mean, of any hitch in the service."
"Quite so," said Mr. Windle, sympathetically. He extracted a small, white, potash throat lozenge from the pocket of his waistcoat, and placed it on his tongue. In another twenty-five minutes from that moment he would be reading the lessons. The lozenge would be dissolved and swallowed by that time, and the beneficial effect upon his throat complete when he was ready to begin.
"The bishop is holding early Communion in Maidstone this morning,"
he said, when the lozenge had settled into its customary place in his mouth.
"So I heard," said Mr. Bishop. "What a charming man his lords.h.i.+p is."
"You know him?" asked Mr. Windle in surprise.
"Well--slightly."
"He is doing us the honour of dining with us to-day after morning service. We always dine in the middle of the day on Sundays--only Sundays, of course."
"Indeed?" said the Rev. Samuel, in reference to the first part of Mr. Windle's sentence.
"My wife and I will be pleased if you will come."
Mr. Bishop's face twitched with pleasure. He saw the opportunity of becoming better acquainted with his lords.h.i.+p; of mentioning one or two little alterations in his own parish which he had conceived and approved of, entirely on his own initiative.
"I shall be delighted," he replied--"delighted. Sixty I think you said?" he added, as he commenced to pour the wine into the silver altar jug.
"If not more," replied the other, departing to take his place in the Windle family pew.
Mr. Bishop was left in the vestry, apportioning out sixty separate quant.i.ties of wine--quant.i.ties, which he deemed would be sufficient to seem appreciable to the palates, spiritual and physical, of those for whom they were intended. You can see him, tilting up the neck of the black bottle sixty consecutive times, with no sense of the ludicrous. Sixty--when meted out, it did not seem quite so much as he had expected. The silver wine-ewer was only a little more than half full. Supposing there were not enough. He would have to go over the consecration part of the service again. That would make them very late. The bishop might be annoyed if he were kept waiting for his dinner. His lords.h.i.+p was a rigid Churchman, inclined to be somewhat High Church in his ideas. It was certain that food would not have pa.s.sed his lips since the previous night. It would be a pity to find the Bishop annoyed, just when he had the opportunity of speaking to him about those little alterations of his own invention, which he felt sure would raise him in his lords.h.i.+p's estimation.
Perhaps it would be wiser to add a little more wine. It was Easter Sunday. Many members of the congregation were farmers and farm labourers. He had vivid remembrances in his mind of having forcibly to take the cup from the lips of such as these. They meant no irreverence by it, of course. He imagined it to be habit in great part with them, and a smile flickered over his face as the thought crossed his mind.
Yes--certainly, he had better add a little more wine--just a little.
If there were some over, why, naturally it would have to be consumed.
Wine once consecrated must not be kept. There is that fear that it might become an object of wors.h.i.+p, than which no other thought can seem more fearsome to the Anglican mind. He might have to drink it; but there would only be a little in any case; yet, not being accustomed, with the poor stipend which he received, to the taste of such luxuries, it might perhaps--it might--well, so little as there would be, could scarcely lift his spirits. And if it did, could that really be considered a harmful result? On mature consideration, he thought it better to add a little more wine. It would save them from the contingency of a longer service than was already necessary.
He poured in the little more, and the silver jug was now a little more than three parts full.
Mr. Windle's lozenge was well dissolved and swallowed before the anthem was finished, and the service went through without a break.
The Rev. Samuel preached one of the sermons which he had written in his younger days for the season of Easter. He bade his congregation raise their heads and begin life again with new vigour, new hope in their hearts, for this was the third day, the day their Lord had risen for their salvation. It was, he said, both the day of promise and the day of fulfilment. The antic.i.p.ation of meeting the bishop flashed across his mind as he said it. He felt sure that his lords.h.i.+p would approve of his little alterations.
When the last voluntary had been played, the reverend gentleman sat in his chair by the altar and watched the congregation filing out of the church. A great many seemed to be departing, but it was impossible to tell as yet the number that remained. Mr. Windle had been so very definite, so confident in his a.s.sertion of the number of communicants. He looked at his watch. The service had taken longer than usual. He stood up before they had all gone and poured out the wine into the chalices. From where he had been sitting it was impossible to see those sides of the church that formed the cross upon which the foundations had been laid, and so, though only a few people remained in the centre aisle, he felt no cause for uneasiness.
Mr. Windle had been well a.s.sured, and he ought to know.
It was when he stood waiting for the communicants to approach the altar and saw all the church empty itself into the chancel like a stream which has been dammed and is set free, that he realized his mistake.
There were not more than twenty people, and with his own willing and ready hands he had consecrated all the wine which he had poured out into the vessel in the vestry. What was the meaning of it? Why had Mr. Windle told him sixty, or more, when scarcely twenty attended?
He stood waiting in the vestry afterwards with the well-filled chalice in his hand, tremulously antic.i.p.ating Mr. Windle's arrival.
His face was twitching spasmodically. The unseen fingers were busy.
They never left him alone.
"_It shall not be carried out of the church, but the priest and such others of the communicants as he shall call unto him shall, immediately after the blessing, reverently eat and drink the same._"
So it alluded in the rubric of the Book of Common Prayer to the leaving over of consecrated wine. In the mind of the Rev. Samuel, Mr. Windle was that other communicant.
"What shall I do?" he began, directly the devout warden entered.
Mr. Windle was beaming with good nature. He had just been talking to a lady--the last to leave the church--who had told him that he had read the lessons with great feeling; and, while he despised all emotion as sacrilegious in the precincts of G.o.d's house of wors.h.i.+p, he liked to be thought capable of it.
Seeing the cup in Mr. Bishop's hand and the dismayed expression on that gentleman's countenance, he smiled.
"This has to be--be finished," said the distraught clergyman.
"Ah, I'm sorry about that," replied Mr. Windle, easily. "Under ordinary circ.u.mstances, there would have been as many as I said; but I understand that a lot of people attended early Communion at the bishop's service in Maidstone. You see, it is not often that he comes, and they like to have his lords.h.i.+p."
"But this is consecrated wine."
"Ah--well--there's not much, I suppose. Is there?"
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