before the year was over mrs. betty had become popular with maxwell's parishioners through her unfailing good-nature, cordiality and persistent optimism. even mrs. nolan, who lived down by the bridge, and made rag carpets, and suffered from chronic dyspepsia, remarked to mrs. burke that she thought the parson's wife was very nice "'cause she 'aint a bit better than any of the rest of us,"--which tribute to mrs. betty's tact made mrs. burke smile and look pleased. all the young men and girls of the parish simply adored her, and it was marvelous how she managed to keep in touch with all the guilds, do her own housework, and learn to know everyone intimately. hepsey warned her that she was attempting to do too much.

"the best parson's wife," she said, "is the one who makes the rest work, while she attends to her own household, and keeps her health. her business is not to do the work of the parson, but to look after him, keep him well nourished, and cheer him up a little bit when he is tempted to take the next trolley for timbuctoo."

the retort was so tempting that mrs. betty could not help saying:

"there's not a person in this town who does so much for others as you do, and who makes so little fuss about it. it's the force of your example that has led me astray, you see."

"hm!" hepsey replied. "i'm glad you called my attention to it. i shall try to break myself of the habit at once."

as for maxwell, his practical helpfulness in forwarding the social life of the place, without in the least applying that phase of his activities as a lever for spiritual upheavals, and his ready sympathy for and interest in the needs and doings of young and old, irrespective of class or caste, gradualy reaped for him the affection and respect of all sorts and conditions. in fact, the year had been a pleasant one for him, and was marred by only one circumstance, the continued and growing hostility of his senior warden, mr. bascom. from the first, he had been distinctly unfriendly towards his rector; but soon after maxwell's marriage, his annoying opposition was quite open and pronounced, and the weight of his personal influence was thrown against every move which maxwell made towards the development of the parish life and work.

to those more "in the know" than the maxwells themselves, it was evident that a certain keen aggressiveness evinced by the senior warden was foreign to his phlegmatic, brooding character, and it was clear to them that the actively malicious virus was being administered by the disappointed virginia. that she was plotting punishment, in revenge for wounded amour propre, was clear to the initiated, who were apprehensive of the bomb she was evidently preparing to burst over the unconscious heads of the rector and his wife. but what could her scheme be?

gradually mrs. burke noticed that betty began to show fatigue and anxiety, and was losing the freshness of her delicate color; while donald had become silent and reserved, and wore a worried look which was quite unnatural to him. something was going wrong; of that she felt sure; but observant though she was, she failed to trace the trouble to its source.

matters came to a crisis one day when maxwell was informed that some one was waiting to see him in the parlor. the visitor was dressed in very pronounced clothes, and carried himself with a self-assertive swagger. maxwell had seen him in bascom's office, and knew who was waiting for him long before he reached the parlor, by the odor of patchouli which penetrated to the hall.

"good morning, mr. nelson," said maxwell. "did you wish to see me?"

"yes, i did, mr. maxwell, and i am sure it is a great pleasure."

the man seated himself comfortably in a large chair, put the tips of his fingers together, and gazed about the room with an expression of pleased patronage.

"very pretty home you have here," he remarked suavely.

"yes," maxwell replied. "we manage to make ourselves comfortable. did you wish to see me on business?"

"oh yes," the lawyer replied, "a mere technicality. i represent the firm of bascom & nelson, or rather i should say i am mr. bascom's legal agent just at present, as i have not yet been admitted as his partner----"

the man stopped, smirked, and evidently relished prolonging his interview with maxwell, who was getting impatient. maxwell drew his watch from his pocket, and there was a look in his eyes which made the lawyer proceed:

"the fact is, rector, that i came to see you on a matter of business about the rectory--as mr. bascom's agent."

"will you kindly state it?"

"it concerns the use of this house."

"in what way? this is the rectory of the church, and the rental of it is part of my salary."

"you are mistaken. mr. bascom owns the house, and you are staying here merely on sufferance."

for a moment maxwell was too astonished to speak; then he began:

"mr. bascom owns this house? what do you mean? the house is part of the property of the church."

"you are mistaken, my friend."

"you will kindly not repeat that form of address, and explain what you mean," replied maxwell heatedly.

"come, come; there's no use in losing your temper, my dear rector," retorted nelson offensively.

"you have just two minutes to explain yourself, sir; and i strongly advise you to improve the opportunity, before i put you out of this house.'"

nelson, like most bullies, was a coward, and evidently concluded that he would take no risks. he continued:

"as i said before, sylvester bascom practically owns this house. it does not belong to the church property. the episcopals made a big bluff at buying it years ago, and made a very small payment in cash; bascom took a mortgage for the rest. the interest was paid regularly for a while, and then payments began to fall off. as you have reason to know, bascom is a generous and kind-hearted man, who would not for the world inconvenience his rector, and so he has allowed the matter to go by default, until the back interest amounts to a considerable sum. of course the mortgage is long past due, and as he needs the money, he has commissioned me to see you and inform you that he is about to foreclose, and to ask you to vacate the premises as soon as you conveniently can. i hope that i make myself reasonably clear."

in a perfectly steady voice maxwell replied:

"what you say is clear enough; whether it is true is another matter. i will see mr. bascom at once, and ask for his own statement of the case."

"i don't think it necessary to see him, as he has expressly authorized me to act for him in the case."

"then i suppose you came her to serve the notice of ejectment on me."

"oh, we won't use such strong language as that. i came here merely to tell you that the house must be vacated soon as possible. mr. bascom has gone to new york on business and will not be back for two weeks. meantime he wishes the house vacated, so that he can rent it to other parties."

"when does the senior warden propose to eject his rector, if i may be allowed to ask?"

"oh, there is no immediate hurry. any time this week will do."

"what does he want for this place?"

"i believe he expects fifteen dollars a month."

"well, of course that is prohibitive. tell mr. bascom that we will surrender the house on wednesday, and that we are greatly indebted to him for allowing us to occupy it rent-free for so long a time."

as donald showed the objectionable visitor out of the house, he caught sight of hepsey burke walking towards it. he half hoped she would pass by, but with a glance of suspicion and barely civil greeting to nelson as he walked away, she came on, and with a friendly nod to maxwell entered the rectory.

"i've just been talkin' to mrs. betty for her good," she remarked. "i met her in town, lookin' as peaked as if she'd been fastin' double shifts, and i had a notion to come in and complete the good work on yourself."

maxwell's worried face told its own story. he was so nonplused by the bolt just dropped from the blue that he could find no words of responsive raillery wherewith to change the subject.

hepsey led the way to the parlor and seated herself, facing him judicially. in her quick mind the new evidence soon crystallized into proof of her already half-formed suspicions. she came straight to the point.

"is bascom making you any trouble? if he is, say so, 'cause i happen to have the whip-hand so far as he's concerned. that nelson's nothin' but a tool of his, and a dull tool at that."

"he's an objectionable person, i must say," remarked maxwell, and hesitated to trust himself further.

mrs. burke gazed at maxwell for some time in silence and then began:

"you look about done up--i don't want to be pryin', but i guess you'd better own up. something's the matter."

"i am just worried and anxious, and i suppose i can't help showing it," he replied wearily.

"so you're worried, are you. now don't you get the worried habit; if it makes a start it will grow on you till you find yourself worryin' for fear the moon won't rise. worryin's like usin' rusty scissors: it sets your mouth awry. you just take things as they come, and when it seems as if everything was goin' to smash and you couldn't help it, put on your overalls and paint a fence, or hammer tacks, or any old thing that comes handy. what has that rascal bascom been doin'? excuse me--my diplomacy's of the hammer-and-tongs order; you're not gettin' your salary paid?"

for some time maxwell hesitated and then answered:

"well, i guess i might as well tell you, because you will know all about it anyway in a day or two, and you might as well get a correct version of the affair from me, though i hate awfully to trouble you. the parish owes me two hundred and fifty dollars. i spoke to reynolds about it several times, but he says that bascom and several of his intimate friends won't pay their subscriptions promptly, and so he can't pay me. but the shortage in my salary is not the worst of it. did you know that the rectory was heavily mortgaged, and that bascom holds the mortgage?"

"yes, i knew it; but we paid something down', and the interest's been kept up, and we hoped that if we did that bascom would be satisfied."

"it seems that the interest has not been paid in some time, and the real reason why nelson called just now was to inform me that as bascom was about to foreclose we must get out as soon as we could. i told him that we would leave on wednesday next."

for a moment there was a look on mrs. burke's face which maxwell never had seen before, and which boded ill for bascom: but she made no immediate reply.

"to tell you the truth," she said finally, "i have been afraid of this. that was the only thing that worried me about your gettin' married. but i felt that no good would come from worryin', and that if bascom was goin' to play you some dirty trick, he'd do it; and now he's done it. what's got into the man, all of a sudden? he's a skinflint--always closer than hair to a dog's back; but i don't believe i've ever known him do somethin' downright ugly, like this."

"oh, i know well enough," remarked donald. "if i had been aware of how matters stood about the rectory, i should have acted differently. i wrote him a pretty stiff letter a day or two ago, calling upon him, as senior warden, to use his influence to fulfill the contract with me, and get the arrears of my salary paid up. i suppose he had thought i would just get out of the place if my salary was held back--and he's wanted to get rid of me for some time. now, he's taken this other means of ejecting me not only from his house but from the town itself. he knows i can't afford to pay the rent out of my salary--let alone out of half of it!" he laughed rather bitterly.

"he'll be singing a different tune, before i've done with him," said hepsey. "now you leave this to me--i'll have a twitch on old bascom's nose that'll make him think of something else than ejecting his rector. i'll go and visit with him a little this afternoon."

"but nelson said that he was in new york."

"i know better than that," snorted hepsey. "but i guess he'll want to go there, and stay the winter there too, maybe, when i've had my say. no sir--i'm goin' to take my knittin' up to his office, and sit awhile; and if he doesn't have the time of his life it won't be my fault."

she turned to leave the room, with a belligerent swing of her shoulders.

"mrs. burke," said maxwell gently, "you are kindness itself; but i don't want you to do this--at least not yet. i want to fight this thing through myself, and rather to shame bascom into doing the right thing than force him to do it--even if the latter were possible. i must think things out a bit. i shall want your help--we always do, betty and i."

"i don't know but you're right; but if your plan don't work, remember mine will. well, mrs. betty'll be coming in soon, and i'll leave you. meantime i shall just go home and load my guns: i'm out for bascom's hide, sooner or later."