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Before he could reply to her almost impassioned earnestness, they were startled by the sound of footsteps behind them in the woods the heavy steps of men. Involuntarily, they both stopped short, Tillie with the feeling of one caught in a stolen delight; and Fairchilds with mingled annoyance at the interruption, and curiosity as to who might be wandering in this unfrequented patch of woods.
Fairchilds repeated over and over. Like all the rest of the household, he could not be reconciled to her going. His regret was, indeed, greater than that of any of the rest, and rather surprised himself. The pallor of Tillie's face and the anguish in her eyes he attributed to the church discipline she was suffering. He never dreamed how wholly and absolutely it was for him.
Fairchilds continued, beginning to enjoy himself, "in the revelations of science." "He believes in Genesis and in Revelations," explained the president to the others. "Maybe he's a Cat'lic!" suggested the suspicious Mr. Puntz. "No," said Fairchilds, "I am, as I said, a Truth-Seeker.
Arriving at Headquarters, "for the night," as the General expressed it, the next morning we took up the trail of a band of Jack's renegades. Black Jim, one of the worst of the band of murderers, headed the band. There were only about twenty men in the outfit, and the only means we had of following them was by a crutch used by an Indian shot by John Fairchilds on the 17th of January.
"There's another thing I wish you would tell me, please," she said, her eyes downcast. "Well?" "I can't call you 'Mr. Fairchilds, because such complimentary speech is forbidden to us New Mennonites. It would come natural to me to call you 'Teacher, but you would think that what you call 'provincial." "But you say 'Miss' Margaret."
She raised her eyes then, a soft fire in them that set his pulse to bounding. But before she could answer him they were interrupted by the sound of quick steps coming down the board walk toward the arbor. Tillie started like a deer ready to flee, but Fairchilds laid a reassuring hand upon hers. "It's the Doc," he said.
You know as well as I do what a wild fellow Warrington is. Well, she has been going around with him." "But they took him up in London," said Mrs. Wilmington-Fairchilds. "London! London society, indeed! It's the greatest jumble in the world: nobility hobnobs with jockeys, piano-players, writers and actors." Mrs. Fairchilds shook her head sadly.
"So you choose poverty and hardship for the sake of this perversity?" "Others have suffered harder things for principle." Thus they parted. And thus it was, through the suddenness and unexpectedness of the loss of his home and livelihood, that Walter Fairchilds came to apply for the position at William Penn. "HERE, Tillie, you take and go up to Sister Jennie Hershey's and get some mush.
So she remained in ignorance of the fact that Fairchilds had again written to her. Carlyle's "Gospel of Work" was indeed Tillie's salvation in these days; for in spite of her restless yearning and loneliness, she was deeply interested and even fascinated with her teaching, and greatly pleased and encouraged with her success in it.
Tillie dumbly shook her head. "Pesky Louzy!" Mrs. Waekernagel experimented with the unfamiliar name. "Don't it, now, beat all! It'll take me awhile till I'm used to that a'ready. Mebbe I'll just call you Teacher; ain't?" She looked at him inquiringly, expecting an answer. "Ain't!" she repeated in her vigorous, whole-souled way. "Eh ain't WHAT?" Fairchilds asked, puzzled.
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