Allegories; Christian fiction; Clergy -- Fiction; Ozark Mountains -- Fiction
It was Ollie’s turn to be amazed. “Why you can talk!” he said. “Where
did you learn?” And the girl answered simply that she had picked it up
from the old shepherd.
This little incident put Sammy more at ease, and she skilfully led her
companion to speak of the city and his life there. Of his studies the
young fellow had little to say, and, to her secret delight, the girl
found that she had actually made greater progress with her books than
had her lover with all his supposed advantages.
But of other things, of the gaiety and excitement of the great city, of
his new home, the wealth of his uncle, and his own bright prospects,
Ollie spoke freely, never dreaming the girl had already seen the life
he painted in such glowing colors through the eyes of one who had been
careful to point out the froth and foam of it all. Neither did the
young man discover in the quiet questions she asked that Sammy was
seeking to know what in all this new world he had found that he could
make his own as the thing most worth while.
The backwoods girl had never seen that type of man to whom the life of
the city, only, is life. Ollie was peculiarly fitted by nature to
absorb quickly those things of the world, into which he had gone, that
were most different from the world he had left; and there remained
scarcely a trace of his earlier wilderness training.
But there is that in life that lies too deep for any mere change of
environment to touch. Sammy remembered a lesson the shepherd had given
her: gentle spirit may express itself in the rude words of illiteracy;
it is not therefore rude. Ruffianism may speak the language of learning
or religion; it is ruffianism still. Strength may wear the garb of
weakness, and still be strong; and a weakling may carry the weapons of
strength, but fight with a faint heart. So, beneath all the changes
that had come to her backwoods lover, Sammy felt that Ollie himself was
unchanged. It was as though he had learned a new language, but still
said the same things.
Sammy, too, had entered a new world. Step by step, as the young man had
advanced in his schooling, and, dropping the habits and customs of the
backwoods, had conformed in his outward life to his new environment,
the girl had advanced in her education under the careful hand of the
old shepherd. Ignorant still of the false standards and the petty
ambitions that are so large a part of the complex world, into which he
had gone, she had been introduced to a world where the life itself is
the only thing worth while. She had seen nothing of the glittering
tinsel of that cheap culture that is death to all true refinement, But
in the daily companionship of her gentle teacher, she had lived in
touch with true aristocracy, the aristocracy of heart and spirit.
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