American fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, American
“I can never forget her comment on the first sermon in which I let
myself go into the fervor which was given me by nature. It was an
appeal for foreign missions, a cause always dear to my heart. I was
carried away by my feelings, and fairly poured out my soul to my
listeners. I have always considered that to be my first real sermon,
the first time I felt sure of my Vocation. Afterwards, as I stood in
the robing room, faint with the reaction after my emotion, I heard some
one just outside the door say, ‘Well, Aunt Almera, what did you think
of the sermon?’ And what do you think her answer was! She said, ‘Oh, I
_like_ to see anybody enjoy himself as much as that young man did.’”
This unexpected conclusion brought to me such a sudden horrifying
desire to laugh that I felt quite shaken by the necessity to curb it.
And it was essential not to let it be seen. For he had wound himself up
again to a heat which astonished me. It was as if he had meant casually
to show me an old scar, and had found to his surprise that the wound
was as raw and smarting as ever.
“Why,” he cried, “she all but drove me wholly out of preaching, at
the very outset of my career, sitting there as she did, Sunday after
Sunday, fixing that cynical aged eye on me. You can’t know ... I hear
that you have been brought up, luckily for you, outside of this deadly
New England atmosphere.... You can’t _imagine_ how it kills and freezes
all the warmth and color and fire out of life to have such a ... if I
hadn’t escaped out of it to....”
“I’m afraid I’ve been brought up mostly in a New England atmosphere,” I
said, beginning to feel very cross and prickly.
As if struck by something in my tone, he now looked at me very hard. I
don’t know what he saw in my face ... perhaps a family resemblance of
expression ... but he suddenly seemed to come to himself with a start.
He said abruptly, with an expression of extreme annoyance once more on
his face, “I beg your pardon for bringing all this up. I can’t think
what in the world made me!” and turned away with a noticeable lack of
suavity and grace of manner.
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