"
When Jennie, hearing the news, hurried home from the other end of town,
really frightened for the first time in her married life, the young
minister was gone and Frank was sitting out on the back porch staring
at nothing.
"Frank," Jennie began breathlessly, "is he gone?"
"Yes--he's gone."
"Frank--you--I hope you didn't get mad at him. He's different--not
like other ministers--and he's really a boy in some things."
"Jennie," and Frank reassured her, "you're darn right that boy is
different. He's so darn different from all the rest of them I've met
that I'm going to church next Sunday. James D. and Dudley and others
of that stripe will probably die of shock but just you press your best
dress, Jennie, for we're surely going. Why that man's no minister.
Don't slander him. He's a human being."
Jennie's eyes grew a bit misty, for with no babies to love, Frank was
her all in all and her one great sorrow was that so few people knew the
real Frank.
"And come to think of it, Jennie," Frank mused, "you weren't so far
wrong in thinking that it was a Christian Scientist who was coming. I
guess that's just about what he is--a Christian scientist."
CHAPTER XII
THE PATH OF TRUE LOVE
Nanny was cross.
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