They were, although one or two objected to a “surprise party” being held on Sunday. But Deacon Hooper overruled the objection by saying that he could find no better word, though of course ‘twas really not a “surprise party.” After this explanation, some one proposed that Deacon Hooper should make the presentation, and that Mrs. Hooper should be asked to accompany them. When Mr. Hooper went into the dining-room to find, his wife she was already dressed to go out, and when he expressed surprise and delivered himself of his mission, she said simply:
“Why, I only dressed to go and see Mrs. Jones, who’s ill, but I guess I’ll go along with you first.”
The same afternoon Mr. Letgood was seated in his study considering a sermon for the evening—it would have to be very different from that of the morning, he felt, or else it would fall flat.
He still avoided thinking of his position. The die was cast now, and having struggled hard against the temptation he tried to believe that he was not chiefly responsible. In the back of his mind was the knowledge that his responsibility would become clear to him some time or other, but he confined it in the furthest chamber of his brain with repentance as the guardian.
He had just decided that his evening address must be doctrinal and argumentative, when he became aware of steps in the drawing-room. Opening the door he found himself face to face with his Deacons. Before he could speak, Deacon Hooper began:
“Mr. Letgood! We, the Deacons of your church, hev come to see you. We want to tell you how we appreciate your decision this mornin’. It was Christlike! And we’re all proud of you, an’ glad you’re goin’ to stay with us. But we allow that it ain’t fair or to be expected that you should refuse ten thousand dollars a year with only five. So we’ve made a purse for this year among ourselves of two thousand five hundred dollars extry, which we hope you’ll accept. Next year the pew-rents can be raised to bring in the same sum; anyway, it shall be made up.
“There ain’t no use in talkin’; but you, sir, hev jest sot us an example of how one who loves the Lord Jesus, and Him only, should act, and we ain’t goin’ to remain far behind. No, sir, we ain’t Thar’s the cheque.”
As he finished speaking, tears stood in the kind, honest, blue eyes.
Mr. Letgood took the cheque mechanically, and mechanically accepted at the same time the Deacon’s outstretched hand; but his eyes sought Mrs. Hooper’s, who stood behind the knot of men with her handkerchief to her face. In a moment or two, recalled to himself by the fact that one after the other all the Deacons wanted to shake his hand, he tried to sustain his part in the ceremony. He said:
“My dear brothers, I thank you each and all, and accept your gift in the spirit in which you offer it. I need not say that I knew nothing of your intention when I preached this morning. It is not the money that I’m thinking of now, but your kindness. I thank you again.”