by Zane Grey
“They had been talking over the work of the day, and finally one of them suggested that they choose a Bible verse for the whole year—”
There was a movement of impatience from one back seat, as if Jed had scented an incipient sermon, but the teacher’s voice went steadily on:
“They talked it over, and at last they settled on II Timothy ii:15. They made up their minds to use it on every possible occasion. It was time to go to bed, so the man whose room adjoined got up and, instead of saying good night, he said, ‘Well, II Timothy ii:15,’ and went to his room. Pretty soon, when he put out his light, he knocked on the wall and shouted ‘II Timothy ii:15,’ and the other man responded, heartily, ‘All right, II Timothy ii:15.’ The next morning when they wrote their letters each of them wrote ‘II Timothy ii:15’ on the lower left-hand corner of the envelope, and sent out a great handful of letters to all parts of the world. Those letters passed through the Boston post-office, and some of the clerks who sorted them saw that queer legend written down in the lower left-hand corner of the envelope, and they wondered at it, and one or two wrote it down, to look it up afterward. The letters reached other cities and were put into the hands of mail-carriers to distribute, and they saw the queer little sentence, ‘II Timothy ii:15,’ and they wondered, and some of them looked it up.”
By this time the entire attention of the school was upon the story, for they perceived that it was a story.
“The men left Boston and went across the ocean to hold meetings in other cities, and one day at a little railway station in Europe a group of people were gathered, waiting for a train, and those two men were among them. Pretty soon the train came, and one of the men got on the back end of the last car, while the other stayed on the platform, and as the train moved off the man on the last car took off his hat and said, in a good, loud, clear tone, ‘Well, take care of yourself, II Timothy ii:15,’ and the other one smiled and waved his hat and answered, ‘Yes, II Timothy ii:15.’ The man on the train, which was moving fast now, shouted back, ‘II Timothy ii:15,’ and the man on the platform responded still louder, waving his hat, ‘II Timothy ii:15,’ and back and forth the queer sentence was flung until the train was too far away for them to hear each other’s voices. In the mean time all the people on the platform had been standing there listening and wondering what in the world such a strange salutation could mean. Some of them recognized what it was, but many did not know, and yet the sentence was said over so many times that they could not help remembering it; and some went away to recall it and ask their friends what it meant. A young man from America was on that platform and heard it, and he knew it stood for a passage in the Bible, and his curiosity was so great that he went back to his boarding-house and hunted up the Bible his mother had packed in his trunk when he came away from home, and he hunted through the Bible until he found the place, ‘II Timothy ii:15,’ and read it; and it made him think about his life and decide that he wasn’t doing as he ought to do. I can’t tell you all the story about that queer Bible verse, how it went here and there and what a great work it did in people’s hearts; but one day those Christian workers went to Australia to hold some meetings, and one night, when the great auditorium was crowded, a man who was leading the meeting got up and told the story of this verse, how it had been chosen, and how it had gone over the world in strange ways, even told about the morning at the little railway station when the two men said good-by. Just as he got to that place in his story a man in the audience stood up and said: ‘Brother, just let me say a word, please. I never knew anything about all this before, but I was at that railway station, and I heard those two men shout that strange good-by, and I went home and read that verse, and it’s made a great difference in my life.’
“There was a great deal more to the story, how some Chicago policemen got to be good men through reading that verse, and how the story of the Australia meetings was printed in an Australian paper and sent to a lady in America who sent it to a friend in England to read about the meetings. And this friend in England had a son in the army in India, to whom she was sending a package, and she wrapped it around something in that package, and the young man read all about it, and it helped to change his life. Well, I thought of that story this morning when I was trying to decide what to read for our opening chapter, and it occurred to me that perhaps you would be interested to take that verse for our school verse this term, and so if you would like it I will put it on the blackboard. Would you like it, I wonder?”
She paused wistfully, as if she expected an answer, and there was a low, almost inaudible growl of assent; a keen listener might almost have said it had an impatient quality in it, as if they were in a hurry to find out what the verse was that had made such a stir in the world.
“Very well,” said Margaret, turning to the board; “then I’ll put it where we all can see it, and while I write it will you please say over where it is, so that you will remember it and hunt it up for yourselves in your Bibles at home?”
There was a sort of snicker at that, for there were probably not half a dozen Bibles, if there were so many, represented in that school; but they took her hint as she wrote, and chanted, “II Timothy ii:15, II Timothy ii:15,” and then spelled out after her rapid crayon, “Study to show thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed.”
They read it together at her bidding, with a wondering, half-serious look in their faces, and then she said, “Now, shall we pray?”
The former teacher had not opened her school with prayer. It had never been even suggested in that school. It might have been a dangerous experiment if Margaret had attempted it sooner in her program. As it was, there was a shuffling of feet in the back seats at her first word; but the room, grew quiet again, perhaps out of curiosity to hear a woman’s voice in prayer:
“Our Heavenly Father, we want to ask Thee to bless us in our work together, and to help us to be such workmen that we shall not need to be ashamed to show our work to Thee at the close of the day. For Christ’s sake we ask it. Amen.”
They did not have time to resent that prayer before she had them interested in something else. In fact, she had planned her whole first day out so that there should not be a minute for misbehavior. She had argued that if she could just get time to become acquainted with them she might prevent a lot of trouble before it ever started. Her first business was to win her scholars. After that she could teach them easily if they were once willing to learn.
She had a set of mental arithmetic problems ready which she propounded to them next, some of them difficult and some easy enough for the youngest child who could think, and she timed their answers and wrote on the board the names of those who raised their hands first and had the correct answers. The questions were put in a fascinating way, many of them having curious little catches in them for the scholars who were not on the alert, and Timothy presently discovered this and set himself to get every one, coming off victorious at the end. Even Jed roused himself and was interested, and some of the girls quite distinguished themselves.
When a half-hour of this was over she put the word “transfiguration” on the blackboard, and set them to playing a regular game out of it. If some of the school-board had come in just then they might have lifted up hands of horror at the idea of the new teacher setting the whole school to playing a game. But they certainly would have been delightfully surprised to see a quiet and orderly room with bent heads and knit brows, all intent upon papers and pencils. Never before in the annals of that school had the first day held a full period of quiet or orderliness. It was expected to be a day of battle; a day of trying out the soul of the teacher and proving whether he or she were worthy to cope with the active minds and bodies of the young bullies of Ashland. But the expected battle had been forgotten. Every mind was busy with the matter in hand.
Margaret had given them three minutes to write as many words as they could think of, of three letters or
more, beginning with T, and using only the letters in the word she had put on the board. When time was called there was a breathless rush to write a last word, and then each scholar had to tell how many words he had, and each was called upon to read his list. Some had only two or three, some had ten or eleven. They were allowed to mark their words, counting one for each person present who did not have that word and doubling if it were two syllables, and so on. Excitement ran high when it was discovered that some had actually made a count of thirty or forty, and when they started writing words beginning with R every head was bent intently from the minute time was started.
Never had three minutes seemed so short to those unused brains, and Jed yelled out: “Aw, gee! I only got three!” when time was called next.
It was recess-time when they finally finished every letter in that word, and, adding all up, found that Timothy had won the game. Was that school? Why, a barbecue couldn’t be named beside it for fun! They rushed out to the school-yard with a shout, and the boys played leap-frog loudly for the first few minutes. Margaret, leaning her tired head in her hands, elbows on the window-seat, closing her eyes and gathering strength for the after-recess session, heard one boy say: “Wal, how d’ye like ’er?” And the answer came: “Gee! I didn’t think she’d be that kind of a guy! I thought she’d be some stiff old Ike! Ain’t she a peach, though?” She lifted up her head and laughed triumphantly to herself, her eyes alight, herself now strengthened for the fray. She wasn’t wholly failing, then?
After recess there was a spelling-match, choosing sides, of course, “Because this is only the first day, and we must get acquainted before we can do real work, you know,” she explained.
The spelling-match proved an exciting affair also, with new features that Ashland had never seen before. Here the girls began to shine into prominence, but there were very few good spellers, and they were presently reduced to two girls—Rosa Rogers, the beauty of the school, and Amanda Bounds, a stolid, homely girl with deep eyes and a broad brow.
“I’m going to give this as a prize to the one who stands up the longest,” said Margaret, with sudden inspiration as she saw the boys in their seats getting restless; and she unpinned a tiny blue-silk bow that fastened her white collar.
The girls all said “Oh-h-h!” and immediately every one in the room straightened up. The next few minutes those two girls spelled for dear life, each with her eye fixed upon the tiny blue bow in the teacher’s white hands. To own that bow, that wonderful, strange bow of the heavenly blue, with the graceful twist to the tie! What delight! The girl who won that would be the admired of all the school. Even the boys sat up and took notice, each secretly thinking that Rosa, the beauty, would get it, of course.
But she didn’t; she slipped up on the word “receive,” after all, putting the i before the e; and her stolid companion, catching her breath awesomely, slowly spelled it right and received the blue prize, pinned gracefully at the throat of her old brown gingham by the teacher’s own soft, white fingers, while the school looked on admiringly and the blood rolled hotly up the back of her neck and spread over her face and forehead. Rosa, the beauty, went crestfallen to her seat.
It was at noon, while they ate their lunch, that Margaret tried to get acquainted with the girls, calling most of them by name, to their great surprise, and hinting of delightful possibilities in the winter’s work. Then she slipped out among the boys and watched their sports, laughing and applauding when some one made a particularly fine play, as if she thoroughly understood and appreciated.
She managed to stand near Jed and Timothy just before Bud rang the bell. “I’ve heard you are great sportsmen,” she said to them, confidingly. “And I’ve been wondering if you’ll teach me some things I want to learn? I want to know how to ride and shoot. Do you suppose I could learn?”
“Sure!” they chorused, eagerly, their embarrassment forgotten. “Sure, you could learn fine! Sure, we’ll learn you!”
And then the bell rang and they all went in.
The afternoon was a rather informal arrangement of classes and schedule for the next day, Margaret giving out slips of paper with questions for each to answer, that she might find out just where to place them; and while they wrote she went from one to another, getting acquainted, advising, and suggesting about what they wanted to study. It was all so new and wonderful to them! They had not been used to caring what they were to study. Now it almost seemed interesting.
But when the day was done, the school-house locked, and Bud and Margaret started for home, she realized that she was weary. Yet it was a weariness of success and not of failure, and she felt happy in looking forward to the morrow.
CHAPTER XIV
The minister had decided to preach in Ashland, and on the following Sabbath. It became apparent that if he wished to have any notice at all from the haughty new teacher he must do something at once to establish his superiority in her eyes. He had carefully gone over his store of sermons that he always carried with him, and decided to preach on “The Dynamics of Altruism.”
Notices had been posted up in saloons and stores and post-office. He had made them himself after completely tabooing Mr. Tanner’s kindly and blundering attempt, and they gave full information concerning “the Rev. Frederick West, Ph.D., of the vicinity of New York City, who had kindly consented to preach in the school-house on ‘The Dynamics of Altruism.’”
Several of these elaborately printed announcements had been posted up on big trees along the trails, and in other conspicuous places, and there was no doubt but that the coming Sabbath services were more talked of than anything else in that neighborhood for miles around, except the new teacher and her extraordinary way of making all the scholars fall in love with her. It is quite possible that the Reverend Frederick might not have been so flattered at the size of his audience when the day came if he could have known how many of them came principally because they thought it would be a good opportunity to see the new teacher.
However, the announcements were read, and the preacher became an object of deep interest to the community when he went abroad. Under this attention he swelled, grew pleased, bland, and condescending, wearing an oily smile and bowing most conceitedly whenever anybody noticed him. He even began to drop his severity and silence at the table, toward the end of the week, and expanded into dignified conversation, mainly addressed to Mr. Tanner about the political situation in the State of Arizona. He was trying to impress the teacher with the fact that he looked upon her as a most insignificant mortal who had forfeited her right to his smiles by her headstrong and unseemly conduct when he had warned her about “that young ruffian.”
Out on the trail Long Bill and Jasper Kemp paused before a tree that bore the Reverend Frederick’s church notice, and read in silence while the wide wonder of the desert spread about them.
“What d’ye make out o’ them cuss words, Jap?” asked Long Bill, at length. “D’ye figger the parson’s goin’ to preach on swearin’ ur gunpowder?”
“Blowed ef I know,” answered Jasper, eying the sign ungraciously; “but by the looks of him he can’t say much to suit me on neither one. He resembles a yaller cactus bloom out in a rain-storm as to head, an’ his smile is like some of them prickles on the plant. He can’t be no ‘sky-pilot’ to me, not just yet.”
“You don’t allow he b’longs in any way to her?” asked Long Bill, anxiously, after they had been on their way for a half-hour.
“B’long to her? Meanin’ the schoolmarm?”
“Yes; he ain’t sweet on her nor nothin’?”
“Wal, I guess not,” said Jasper, contentedly. “She’s got eyes sharp’s a needle. You don’t size her up so small she’s goin’ to take to a sickly parson with yaller hair an’ sleek ways when she’s seen the Kid, do you?”
“Wal, no, it don’t seem noways reasonable, but you never can tell. Women gets notions.”
“She ain’t that kind! You mark my words, she ain’t that kind. I’d lay she’d punch the breeze like a coyote ef he’d make up to her. Just you wait till you see him. He’s the most no-’count, measleyest little thing that ever called himself a man. My word! I’d like to see him try to ride that colt o’ mine. I really would. It would be some sight for sore eyes, it sure would.”
“Mebbe he’s got a intellec’,” suggested Long Bill, after another mile. “That goes a long ways with women-folks with a education.”
“No chance!” said Jasper, confidently. “Ain’t got room fer one under his yaller thatch. You wait till you set your lamps on him once before you go to gettin’ excited. Why, he ain’t one-two-three with our missionary! Gosh! I wish he’d come back an’ see to such goin’s-on—I certainly do.”
“Was you figgerin’ to go to that gatherin’ Sunday?”
“I sure was,” said Jasper. “I want to see the show, an’, besides, we might be needed ef things got too high-soundin’. It ain’t good to have a creature at large that thinks he knows all there is to know. I heard him talk down to the post-office the day after that little party we had when the Kid shot out the lights to save Bunchy from killin’ Crapster, an’ it’s my opinion he needs a good spankin’; but I’m agoin’ to give him a fair show. I ain’t much on religion myself, but I do like to see a square deal, especially in a parson. I’ve sized it up he needs a lesson.”
“I’m with ye, Jap,” said Long Bill, and the two rode on their way in silence.
Margaret was so busy and so happy with her school all the week that she quite forgot her annoyance at the minister. She really saw very little of him, for he was always late to breakfast, and she took hers early. She went to her room immediately after supper, and he had little opportunity for pursuing her acquaintance. Perhaps he judged that it would be wise to let her alone until after he had made his grand impression on Sunday, and let her “make up” to him.
