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That he had decided upon the latter was evidenced, perhaps, by his reply that he hoped not, and his fear, which he had expressed before, that Lloyd was getting more and more settled in habits of unbelief; and Mrs. Morrison took occasion to remark the next day in her daughter’s hearing that she would hate to have a child of hers marry an unbeliever.

Marg’et Ann did not, however, need any of these helps to an understanding of her parents’ position. She knew too well the danger that was supposed to threaten him who indulged in vain and unprofitable questionings, and she had too often heard the vanity of human reason proclaimed to feel any pride in the readiness with which Lloyd had answered Squire Wilson in the argument they had on foreordination at Hiram Graham’s infare. Indeed, she had felt it a personal rebuke when her father had said on the way home that he hoped no child of his would ever set up his feeble intellect against the eternal purposes of God, as Lloyd Archer was doing. Marg’et Ann knew perfectly well that if she married Lloyd in his present unregenerate state she would, in the estimation of her father and mother, be endangering the safety of her own soul, which, though presumably of the elect, could never be conclusively so proved until the gates of Paradise should close behind it.

She pondered on these things, and talked of them sometimes with Lloyd, rather unsatisfactorily, it is true; for that rising theologian bristled with questions which threw her troubled soul into a tumult of fear and uncertainty.

It was this latter feeling, perhaps, which distressed her most in her calmer moments; for it was gradually forcing itself upon poor Marg’et Ann that she must either snatch her lover as a brand from the burning or be herself drawn into the flames.

She had taken the summer school down on Cedar Creek, and Lloyd used to ride down for her on Friday evenings when the creek was high.

Rebecca and Archie Skinner were to be married in the fall, and her mother, who had been ailing a little all summer, would need her at home when Rebecca was gone. Still, this would not have stood in the way of her marriage had everything else been satisfactory; and Lloyd suspected as much when she urged it as a reason for delay.

“If anybody has to stay at home on your mother’s account, why not let Archie Skinner and Becky put off their wedding a while? They’re younger, and they haven’t been going together near as long as we have,” said Lloyd, in answer to her excuses.

They were riding home on horseback one Friday night, and Lloyd had just told her that Martin Prather was going back to Ohio to take care of the old folks, and would rent his farm very reasonably.

Marg’et Ann had on a slat sunbonnet which made her profile about as attractive as an “elbow” of stovepipe, but it had the advantage of hiding the concern that Lloyd’s questioning brought into her face. It could not, however, keep it out of her voice.

“I don’t know, Lloyd,” she began hesitatingly; then she turned toward him suddenly, and let him see all the pain and trouble and regret that her friendly headgear had been sheltering. “Oh, I do wish you could come to see things different!” she broke out tremulously.

The young man was quiet for an instant, and then said huskily, “I just thought you had something like that in your mind, Marg’et Ann. If you’ve concluded to wait till I join the church we might as well give it up. I don’t believe in close communion, and I can’t see any harm in occasional hearing, and I haven’t heard any minister yet that can reconcile free will and election; the more I think about it the less I believe; I think there is about as much hope of your changing as there is of me. I don’t see what all this fuss is about, anyway. Arch Skinner isn’t a church member!”