Sally Bishop Part 5
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CHAPTER V
That incident in itself is sufficient. There is no need to lead a way down the steps that brought the Rev. Samuel Bishop to his final degradation and ultimate death. The generous offer of the chaplaincy of a small union, the withdrawal of his son from Oxford, the dismissal of the tutelary services of the lady who had charge of his daughter's education, the replacing of a better man in the rectory at Cailsham--all these stages of the little tragedy have no intimate importance in themselves, except that they formed the first evolutionary periods of the development of Sally's life. These were the press-gang of circ.u.mstances that forced her into the service of her s.e.x; these, the shrilling calls of the bugle that bid her strap the haversack to her slender shoulders and march out to war against the sea of trouble.
In a living and moving inst.i.tution such as the Christian Church, you cannot afford to be lenient to incompetency. And the Rev. Samuel was incompetent. There is no doubt about that.
In such circ.u.mstances as these, a.s.suming them up to the point where the obliging chauffeur had found the door closed in his face, a competent man would have lifted reason above his faith. Calmly, he would have told himself, as did the chauffeur, "This is the juice of the grape; it is in nowise altered in composition because these hands of mine--which have done many things--have been laid upon it.
It is better to mix it again with unconsecrated wine, than pour it down the sacrilegious throat of an unbelieving chauffeur; I will put it back in the bottle."
So a competent man would have acted, presuming that he had ever allowed himself to be so far caught in such a predicament. But the Rev. Samuel was too fully possessed of that first characteristic of faith, which the Christian Church demands. It only argues that you must take no man absolutely at his word, even when he presumes to speak, inspired with the voice of G.o.d. Nothing has yet been written, nothing has yet been said, which can be made to apply without deviation to the law of change, and also indiscriminately of persons.
And so, for this unswerving faith of the Rev. Samuel, Sally Bishop is made to suffer. Very shortly after the removal from Cailsham, she made her declaration of independence.
"Mother," she said, one morning at breakfast, "I'm going to earn my own living." The baby lines of her mouth set tight, and her chin puckered.
Mrs. Bishop laid down her piece of toast. "I wish you wouldn't talk nonsense, Sally," she said.
The young man down from Oxford e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed--
"Rot!"
"It's not rot--it's not nonsense!"
Her voice was petulant; there were tears in it. It was not a decision of strength. Here the press-gang was at work driving the unwilling conscript. She was going; there was no doubt about her going; but it was a hard struggle to feel resigned.
"But it _is_ nonsense," said Mrs. Bishop.
"How do you think _you_ could earn your living?" said the young man.
He knew something about the matter; he was trying to find employment himself--he, a 'Varsity man--and as yet nothing had offered itself.
"If I can't get anything to do," he added sententiously, "how on earth do you think you're going to?"
"She doesn't mean it," said Sally's eldest sister. "She only thinks it sounds self-sacrificing."
"Is that the kindest thing you can think of?" asked Sally. "I do mean it. I've written to London and I've got the prospectus here of one of the schools for teaching shorthand and typewriting. For eight pounds they guarantee to make any one proficient in both--suitable to take a secretarys.h.i.+p. Doesn't matter how long you'll stay; they agree for that sum to make you proficient, and they also half promise to get you a situation."
"And where are you going to get the eight pounds from?" said her little sister.
"And where are you going to get the cost of your living up in Town?"
asked the wise young man, who knew how London could dissolve the money in one's pocket.
"Oh, she's all right there," said the eldest sister bitterly. "I know what she's thinking about. She's going to draw that money that grandmama left her--that fifty pounds. I guessed she'd spend that on herself one of these days."
"And who else was it left to?" asked Sally.
"Yes, my dear child," said her mother; "we know it was left to you, of course; but since we came away from Cailsham"--her mouth pursed; she admirably conveyed the effort of controlling her emotions--the lump in the throat, the hasty swallowing and the blinking eyes--"since we left Cailsham, I'd sometimes hoped--"
"Of course you had, mater," said the young man sympathetically.
"But I'm going to relieve you of all responsibility," said Sally.
"I'm no longer going to be an expense to you, and I'm going to do it with my own money--the money I was given and the money I make.
I can't see what right you have to think me selfish--all of you--as I know you do. I'm no more selfish than you who expect me to spend the money on you; in fact, I'm less selfish. It's my money."
This, in a word, is the spirit, the att.i.tude of mind that is entering into the mental composition of women. They are becoming conscious of their personality. That phrase may be cryptic; without consideration it may convey but little; yet it sums up the whole movement, is the very moon itself to the turning tide. The woman who once becomes conscious of her own personality is in a fair way towards her own enfranchis.e.m.e.nt. Away go the fettering conventions of home life, the chains of social hypocrisy are flung aside. She rides out into the open air like the bird from the shattered cage, and if man, the marksman, does not bring her to earth before her fluttering wings are fully spread, then she is off--up into the deep, blue zenith of liberty!
"I'm no more selfish than you who expect me to spend the money on you; in fact, I'm less selfish. It's my money."
In that definite a.s.sertion, Sally first expressed the realization of her own personality. The girl of twenty years ago would have sacrificed her little dowry upon the family altar without a word; she would, without complaint, have allowed it to be spent upon her brother's education. But now we are dealing with modernity, and out of the quiet country lanes, from the sacred hearth of the peaceful home-circles, this army of women are rising. Who has taught them?
No one knows. Who has inspired them with the vitality of action? No one can say. The spirit of the hive is at work within them; already they are swarming in obedience to the silent command. Pick out a hundred girls as they go to work in the city, and ask them why they are toiling from one day to another. They will all--or ninety-nine of them--give you the same answer--
"I didn't want to stay at home. I prefer to be independent."
There lies the heart of it, the realization of the ego in the personality.
Sally had her own way. In the face of abuse, in the face of reproach, she packed her leather trunk. All those little idols of sentiment, the clock that ticked on her mantelshelf, the pictures that hung on the walls; the books she had collected, even the copy of Browning that she did not understand--they all were stowed away into the leather trunk. She went out of the house, she went out of the home as a moth flies out of a darkened room, and you know that unless you kindle a light to lure it back, it will never return. They knew they could never kindle the light. They knew she would never come back.
What love had they to offer as an inducement? And no love of her relations is an inducement to the woman who is seeking her own.
Only the Rev. Samuel shed tears over her. She came into his study one morning after breakfast to say good-bye. He was writing a new sermon for the season of Easter, and his mind was raking up the past as a man unearths some buried thing that the mould has rotted.
The sunlight was pouring in through the window as he bent over his desk nursing thoughts that were vermin in his brain.
"You're going, Sally?" he said.
"Yes, father."
He stood up from his chair and looked at her--looked her up and down as though he wished the sight of her to last in his memory for the rest of his life.
"What time do you get to London?"
"Half-past one."
"And you've arranged about where you're going to stay?"
"Yes, I'm going to share rooms with Miss Hallard--"
"The girl who's going to be an artist?"
"Yes; she has lodgings near Kew."
"Ah, Kew. Yes, Kew. I remember walking from Kew to Richmond, along by the gardens, when I was quite a young man. So you're going there, Sally?" His eyes still roamed over her.
"Yes, father. What are you doing? Are you writing a sermon?"
That little interest in his own affairs awakened him. Animation crept into his eyes. It was the slight, subtle touch that a woman knows how to bestow.
"Yes, I'm writing a sermon, Sally, for next Sunday--Easter Sunday--listen to this--" In the pride of composition, having none but her who would appreciate his efforts, he took up one of the papers with almost trembling hands.
"There can be no hope without promise, and in the rising of our Lord from the dead, we have the promise of everlasting life. For just as He, on that Sabbath morning, defied the prison walls of the sepulchre, and was lifted beyond earthly things to those things that are spiritual, so shall we, if we defy the things of this world--its pomps and its vanities and all the sinful l.u.s.ts of the flesh--so shall we win to the things that are eternal rather than those which are temporal and void."
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