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Both women turned their eyes to Bedient. Mary McCullom smiled shyly.
"I remember--David--Cairns," she said, in an awed tone. "This is not----"
"No, dear, but it is enough. I will take your--baby."
The smile brightened.... "Oh, we were so happy," she whispered.... "And Vina--tell him when he is older--how his father and I loved--the thought of him!"
"He will bless you," Bedient said.
A glow had fallen upon the weary face of the mother.... "Yes," she answered. "He will bless us ... and I shall be with my husband.... Oh, now, I can go to my husband!"
Hours afterward, when it was over, Vina looked into Bedient's face, saying:
"You may ask David--why I hesitated--that first moment."
"I know, Vina--G.o.d love you!"
Before they left the hospital, he said: "We won't speak of this to-night.... Everything is arranged.... To-morrow morning, we will come for the little boy.... It is time for us to be at the Club."
"I had forgotten," Vina answered vaguely.
Kate Wilkes and Marguerite Grey were waiting that evening in the Club library. David Cairns had left them a moment before, called to the telephone.
"Rather a contrast from that other night when we foregathered to meet _The Modern_--fresh from the sea," Kate Wilkes observed.
"Yes," said the Grey One.
"David no longer belongs to the coasting-trade in letters," Kate Wilkes went on whimsically. "He has emerged from a most stubborn case of boyhood. Now he's got Vina's big spirit, and she has her happiness and is doing her masterpiece----"
The women exchanged glances. "You mean the Stations?" the Grey One asked in her quiet way.
"Beth has done a great portrait--enough for any woman--just _one_ like that," Kate Wilkes added, ignoring the other.
"For a time--I thought Beth and Mr. Bedient----" the Grey One ventured.
"No," the other said briefly. "Beth loves her work better than she could love any man. She's the virgin of pictures. Have you seen her since she came back?"
"Yes. As lovely as ever."
"And your 'rage' is on again.... I'm mighty glad about that, Margie.
You were suicidal. Does the great fortune hold true?"
"Oh, yes," the Grey One said, "I'm doing right well. Some of my things are going over the water."
"Poor little Wordling.... I wonder what she has drawn of the great Driving Good--since that night?... I think it would puzzle even Andrew Bedient--to make her hark to any soul--but New York's----"
"And you, Kate--this Eve--what has the Year brought?"
"Nonsense, I'm gla.s.s; hold oil or acid with equal ease," Kate said, leaning back in the big chair. "I've got a bit of work to do, and a few friends whose fortunes have taken a stunning turn for the better. And I mustn't forget--letters from _The Modern_ when he's away, and talks when he's in New York.... What astonishes me about Andrew Bedient is that he wears. He set a killing pace--for our admiration at first--at least, I thought so--but he hasn't let down an instant. He stands the light of the public square. I granted him a great spirit, but he has more, a great nature to hold it. He can mingle with men without going mad. There's many a prophet who couldn't do that----"
David Cairns joined them. "They will be here in a few minutes," he said. "Beth is due, too.... Talking about Bedient?"
"Yes----"
"I was just thinking," Cairns said, "that we were in a way concentrates of New York and the country, and he is talking to all the people through us."
"You are strong, aren't you, David--for him?" the Grey One asked.
"Yes, and I shall be stronger."
"I like that," said Kate Wilkes.
"He'll work through us--and directly," Cairns went on. "I'm glad to wait and serve and build for a man like that. Why, if a thief took his purse, he would only wish to give him a greater thing.... Moreover, he's one of the Voices that will break Woman's silence of the centuries."
"I believe much that he says--all that he says," Kate Wilkes replied, "that Woman is the bread-giver, spiritual and material; that it is she who conserves the ideals and rewards man for fineness and power--when she has a chance. But I also believe that Woman must conquer in herself--the love of luxury, her vanity, her fierce compet.i.tion for worldly position--if only for the disastrous effect of such evils upon men. They force him to lower his dreams of her, who should be high-priestess."
"He has not missed that," Cairns said, "but there have been mult.i.tudes to tell Woman her faults. Bedient restores the dreams of women.... It is Woman who has turned the brute mind of the world from War, and Woman will turn the furious current of the race to-day from the Pits of Trade, where abides the Twentieth Century Lie."
"David, you're steering straight through the Big Deep," Kate Wilkes told him.
"I should have been of untimely birth, if he had not come to me as the most rousing and inspiring of world-men. His face is turned away toward a Great Light. He has put on power wonderfully in the last few months.... He moves with men, but he sees beyond. I know that! And all makes for the most glowing optimism. He sees that our race is on the shadowy borders of cosmic consciousness, as the brightest of our domestic animals to-day are on the borders of self-consciousness. He sees that Woman will be the great teacher when humanity rises. Every thing is bright to him in this shocking modern hour, for it heralds the advent of the Risen Woman!... Yes, I am full of this. I have been getting his letters, and writing about the things he has made me think.
The good that we do for the race--comes back--for we are the race always. I've already found so much that is good in the world, that I praise G.o.d every morning of my life!"
Beth had come. She was standing beside him.
"Glorious, David," she said.
And now Vina appeared, to lead them to the big round table in the room of the cabinets.
"He will be here in a minute," she said.
At each place of the table was an engraved card, which Vina explained: "When Mr. Bedient first came to my studio--to me it was a wonderful afternoon. I asked him to write for me some of the things he said, and I thought you would like to keep--what came of the request--his _Credo_:"
I BELIEVE
In the natural greatness of Woman; that through the spirit of Woman are born sons of strength; that only through the potential greatness of Woman comes the militant greatness of man.
I believe Mothering is the loveliest of the Arts; that great mothers are hand-maidens of the Spirit, to whom are intrusted G.o.d's avatars; that no prophet is greater than his mother.
I believe when humanity arises to Spiritual evolution (as it once evolved through Flesh, and is now evolving through Mind), Woman will a.s.sume the ethical guiding of the race.
I believe that the Holy Spirit of the Trinity is Mystic Motherhood, and the source of the divine principle in Woman; that Prophets are the union of this divine principle and higher manhood; that they are beyond the attractions of women of flesh, because unto their manhood has been added Mystic Motherhood.
I believe in the G.o.dhood of the Christ; that unto the manhood of the Son and Mystic Motherhood was added, upon Resurrection, the Third l.u.s.trous Dimension of the Father-G.o.d; that, thus Jesus became the first fruit of earth, and thus He is enhanced above St.