The negro, hearing voices, stopped, glanced in their direction, and promptly disappeared. Carolina only had time to notice that he was very black, but she followed him in thought, mentally denying dishonesty and declaring that harm could not come to her through error in any form.
She was struck, too, by the manner in which her sensitive, high-bred mare lifted her pretty head and looked after his retreating form, pawing the earth impatiently and sending out little snuffling neighs which were hardly more than bleatings. Surely, if a man had the power to call forth devoted love from such an animal, there must be much good in him!
"What makes you so quiet?" asked Moultrie, breaking in on her thought.
Carolina looked at him abruptly and decided her course of action.
"You have told me of the skeleton in your closet. Let me be equally frank and tell you of mine. I am a Christian Scientist."
"I never heard of one," said the young man, simply. "What is it?"
For the second time the girl’s face flushed with a vicarious mortification.
"It is a new form of religion founded on a perfect belief in the life of Christ and a literal following of His commandments to His disciples, regardless of time," said Carolina, slowly.
Moultrie allowed a deep silence to follow her words. Then he drew a long breath.
"I think I should like that," he said. "Does it answer all your questions?"
"All! Every one of them!" she answered, with the almost too eager manner of the young believer in Christian Science. But an eagerness to impart good news and to relieve apparent distress should be readily forgiven by a self-loving humanity. Curiously, however, the most blatant ego is generally affronted by it.
"I was raised a Baptist," he said, reluctantly, "but I reckon I never was a very good one, for I never got any peace from it."
"Not even when I lifted my heart to God in earnest pleading to spare my brother the unhappiness I felt sure would follow his marriage. _How_ I prayed to be in time to prevent it! God never heard me!"
"My religion holds the answer to that unanswered prayer."
"Not even when I prayed, lying on the floor all night, for the life of my father."
"Do you believe so implicitly in Christ’s teachings that you can reproduce His miracles?" he cried.