The Chautauqua Girls At Home - BestLightNovel.com
You’re reading novel The Chautauqua Girls At Home Part 16 online at BestLightNovel.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit BestLightNovel.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy
Marion glanced from one to another of the faces before her with an amused air; none of them spoke.
"It is rather queer," she said, at last, "that I have to be authority, or that I seem to be the only one posted, when I have but just emerged from a state of unbelief in the whole subject. But I tell you truly, my blessed little innocent, Col. Baker is well posted; not only the clergy, but he will find a large cla.s.s of the most enlightened Christians, look with disapproval on the whole thing in all its variations."
"Why do they?" This from Flossy, with a perplexed and troubled tone.
"Well," said Marion, "now that question is more easily asked than answered. It requires an argument."
"An argument is just what I want; I like to have things explained.
Before that, though, one thing that puzzles me is how should Col. Baker be so familiar with the views of clergymen?"
"That is a curious fact, my mousie; you will find it, I fancy, in all sorts of strange places. People who are not Christians seem to have an intuitive perception of the fitness of things. It is like dancing and theatre-going, and a dozen other questions. It is very unusual to meet people who do not sneer at Christians for upholding such amus.e.m.e.nts; they seem to realize an incongruity between them and the Christian profession. It was just as plain to me, I know, and I have sneered many a time over card-playing Christians, and here you are, dear little Flossy, among them, just for the purpose of teaching me not to judge."
Ruth, for the first time, took up the subject:
"If your statement is true, Marion, how is it that so many professed Christians indulge in these very things?"
"Precisely the question that I just asked myself while I was talking. By what means they become dest.i.tute of that keen insight into consistencies and inconsistencies, the moment they enter the lists as Christian people, is more than I can understand, unless it is because they decide to succ.u.mb to the necessity of doing as other people do, and let any special thinking alone as inconvenient and unprofitable. I don't know how it is; only you watch this question and think about it, and you will discover that just so surely as you come in contact with any who are active and alert in Christian work, whose religion you respect as amounting to something, you are almost sure to see them avoiding all these amus.e.m.e.nts. Who ever heard of a minister being asked to spend an evening in social card-playing! I presume that even Col. Baker himself knows that that would be improper, and he would be the first to sneer."
"Of course," Ruth said, "ministers were expected to be examples for other people to follow."
"Well, then," Flossy said, her perplexity in no way lessened, "ought we not to follow?"
Whereupon Marion clapped her hands.
"Little Flossy among the logicians!" she said. "That is the point, Ruth Erskine. If the example is for us to follow, why don't we follow? Now, what do you honestly think about this question yourself?"
"Why," said Ruth, hesitatingly, "I have always played cards, in select circles, being careful, of course, with whom I played; just as I am careful with whom I a.s.sociate, and, contrary to your supposition, I have always supposed those people who frowned on such amus.e.m.e.nts to be a set of narrow-minded fanatics. And I didn't know that Christian people did frown on such amus.e.m.e.nts; though, to be sure, now that I think of it, there are certain ones who never come to card-parties nor dancing-parties. I guess the difficulty is that I have never thought anything about it."
Marion was looking sober.
"The fact is," she said, gravely, "that with all my loneliness and poverty and general forlornness, I have had a different bringing up from any of you. My father did not believe in any of these things."
"And he was a Christian man," Flossy said, quickly. "Then he must have had a reason for his belief. That is what I want to get at. What was it?"
"He found it in an old book," said Marion, looking at her, brightly, through s.h.i.+ning eyes. "He found most of his knowledge and his hope and joy in that same book. The Bible was almost the only book he had, and he made much of that."
"And yet you hated the Bible!" Eurie said this almost involuntarily, with a surprised tone.
"I hated the way in which people lived it, so different from my father's way. I don't think I ever really discarded the book itself. But I was a fool; I don't mind owning that."
Flossy brought them back to the subject.
"But about this question," she said. "The Bible was just where I went for help, but I didn't find it; I looked in the Concordance for cards and for amus.e.m.e.nts, and for every word which I could think of, that would cover it, but I couldn't find anything."
Marion laughed again. This little morsel's ignorance of the Bible was to this girl, who had been an avowed infidel for more than a dozen years, something very strange.
"The Bible is a big book, darling," she said, still laughing. "But, after all, I fancy you will find something about the principle that governs cards, even if you cannot find the word."
Meantime Ruth had been for some minutes regarding Eurie's grave face and attentive eyes, with no small astonishment in her gaze. At this point she interrupted:
"Eurie Mitch.e.l.l, what can be the matter with you? were you ever known to be so quiet? I haven't heard you speak on this theme, or any other, since you came into the room; yet you look as though you had some ideas, if you chose to advance them. Where do you stand on this card question?"
"We never play cards at home," Eurie said, quickly, "and we never go where we know they are to be played."
Flossy turned upon her the most surprised eyes. Dr. Mitch.e.l.l's family was the most decidedly unconventional and free and easy of any represented there. Flossy had supposed that they, of all others, would make cards a daily pastime.
"Why not?" she asked, briefly and earnestly, as one eager to learn.
"It is on Nell's account," Eurie said, still speaking very gravely.
"Nell has but one fault, and that is card-playing; he is just pa.s.sionately fond of it; he is tempted everywhere. Father says Grandfather Mitch.e.l.l was just so, and Nell inherits the taste. It is a great temptation to him, and we do not like to foster it at home."
"But home card-playing is so different; that isn't gambling." This from Flossy, questioningly.
"Nell learned to play at home," Eurie said, quickly. "That is, he learned at Grandfather Mitch.e.l.l's when he was a little boy. We have no means of knowing whether he would have been led into gambling but for that early education. I know that Robbie shall never learn if we can help it; we never mean to allow him to go where any sort of cards are played, so long as we have him under control."
All this was utterly new to Flossy.
"Then, if your little Robbie should come, with other children, to see me, and I should teach them a game of cards to amuse them, I might be doing you a positive injury," she said, thoughtfully.
"I certainly should so consider it," Eurie said, with quickness and with feeling. "Girls, I speak vehemently on this subject always; having one serious lesson at home makes people think."
"It is a question whether we have any right to indulge in an amus.e.m.e.nt that has the power to lead people astray," Ruth said, grave and thoughtful, "especially when it is impossible to tell what boy may he growing up under that influence to whom it will become a snare."
Marion added:
"Flossy, do you begin to see?"
"I see in every direction," Flossy said. "There is no telling when we may be doing harm. But, now, let me be personal; I play with father a great deal; he is an old man, and he has no special temptation, certainly. I have heard him say he never played for anything of more value than a pin in his life. What harm can there possibly be in my spending an evening with him in such an amus.e.m.e.nt, if it rests and entertains him?"
"Imagine some of your Sunday-school boys accepting your invitation to call on you, and finding you playing a social game with your father; then imagine them quoting you in support of their game at the billiard saloon that same evening a little later," Marion said, quickly. "You see, my little Flossy, we don't live in nutsh.e.l.ls or sealed cans; we are at all times liable to be broken in upon by people whom we may influence and whom we may harm. I confess I don't want to do anything at home that will have to be pushed out of sight in haste and confusion because some one happens to come in. I want to be honest, even in my play."
Over this Flossy looked absolutely aghast. Those boys of hers, they were getting a strong hold upon her already; she longed to lead them.
Was it possible that by her very amus.e.m.e.nts she might lead them astray!
Another point was, that Nellis Mitch.e.l.l could never be invited to join them in a game. She had invited him often, and she winced at the thought. Did his sister think she had helped him into temptation?
Following these trains of thought, she was led into another, over which she thought aloud.
"And suppose any of them should ask me if I ever played cards! I should have to say yes."
"Precisely," said Marion. "And don't you go to thinking that you can ever hide behind that foolish little explanation, 'I play simply for amus.e.m.e.nt; I think it is wrong to play for money.' It won't do: it takes logical brains to see the difference, and some even of those _won't_ see it; but they can readily see that, having plenty of money, of course you have no temptation to play cards for it, and they see that with them it is different."
[Ill.u.s.tration]
[Ill.u.s.tration]
CHAPTER XII.