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A Danger Averted
Anne, walking home from the post office one Friday evening, was joined by
Mrs. Lynde, who was as usual cumbered with all the cares of church and
"I've just been down to Timothy Cotton's to see if I could get Alice
Louise to help me for a few days," she said. "I had her last week, for,
though she's too slow to stop quick, she's better than nobody. But she's
sick and can't come. Timothy's sitting there, too, coughing and
complaining. He's been dying for ten years and he'll go on dying for ten
years more. That kind can't even die and have done with it . . . they
can't stick to anything, even to being sick, long enough to finish it.
They're a terrible shiftless family and what is to become of them I don't
know, but perhaps Providence does."
Mrs. Lynde sighed as if she rather doubted the extent of Providential
knowledge on the subject.
"Marilla was in about her eyes again Tuesday, wasn't she? What did the
specialist think of them?" she continued.
"He was much pleased," said Anne brightly. "He says there is a great
improvement in them and he thinks the danger of her losing her sight
completely is past. But he says she'll never be able to read much or do
any fine hand-work again. How are your preparations for your bazaar coming
The Ladies' Aid Society was preparing for a fair and supper, and Mrs.
Lynde was the head and front of the enterprise.
"Pretty well . . . and that reminds me. Mrs. Allan thinks it would be nice
to fix up a booth like an old-time kitchen and serve a supper of baked
beans, doughnuts, pie, and so on. We're collecting old-fashioned fixings
everywhere. Mrs. Simon Fletcher is going to lend us her mother's braided
rugs and Mrs. Levi Boulter some old chairs and Aunt Mary Shaw will lend us
her cupboard with the glass doors. I suppose Marilla will let us have her
brass candlesticks? And we want all the old dishes we can get. Mrs. Allan
is specially set on having a real blue willow ware platter if we can find
one. But nobody seems to have one. Do you know where we could get one?"
"Miss Josephine Barry has one. I'll write and ask her if she'll lend it
for the occasion," said Anne.
"Well, I wish you would. I guess we'll have the supper in about a
fortnight's time. Uncle Abe Andrews is prophesying rain and storms for
about that time; and that's a pretty sure sign we'll have fine weather."
The said "Uncle Abe," it may be mentioned, was at least like other
prophets in that he had small honor in his own country. He was, in fact,
considered in the light of a standing joke, for few of his weather
predictions were ever fulfilled. Mr. Elisha Wright, who labored under the
impression that he was a local wit, used to say that nobody in Avonlea
ever thought of looking in the Charlottetown dailies for weather
probabilities. No; they just asked Uncle Abe what it was going to be
tomorrow and expected the opposite. Nothing daunted, Uncle Abe kept on
"We want to have the fair over before the election comes off," continued
Mrs. Lynde, "for the candidates will be sure to come and spend lots of
money. The Tories are bribing right and left, so they might as well be
given a chance to spend their money honestly for once."
Anne was a red-hot Conservative, out of loyalty to Matthew's memory, but
she said nothing. She knew better than to get Mrs. Lynde started on
politics. She had a letter for Marilla, postmarked from a town in British
"It's probably from the children's uncle," she said excitedly, when she
got home. "Oh, Marilla, I wonder what he says about them."
"The best plan might be to open it and see," said Marilla curtly. A close
observer might have thought that she was excited also, but she would
rather have died than show it.
Anne tore open the letter and glanced over the somewhat untidy and poorly
"He says he can't take the children this spring . . . he's been sick most
of the winter and his wedding is put off. He wants to know if we can keep
them till the fall and he'll try and take them then. We will, of course,
won't we Marilla?"
"I don't see that there is anything else for us to do," said Marilla
rather grimly, although she felt a secret relief. "Anyhow they're not so
much trouble as they were . . . or else we've got used to them. Davy has
improved a great deal."
"His MANNERS are certainly much better," said Anne cautiously, as if she
were not prepared to say as much for his morals.
Anne had come home from school the previous evening, to find Marilla away
at an Aid meeting, Dora asleep on the kitchen sofa, and Davy in the
sitting room closet, blissfully absorbing the contents of a jar of
Marilla's famous yellow plum preserves . . . "company jam," Davy called it
. . . which he had been forbidden to touch. He looked very guilty when
Anne pounced on him and whisked him out of the closet.
"Davy Keith, don't you know that it is very wrong of you to be eating that
jam, when you were told never to meddle with anything in THAT closet?"
"Yes, I knew it was wrong," admitted Davy uncomfortably, "but plum jam is
awful nice, Anne. I just peeped in and it looked so good I thought I'd
take just a weeny taste. I stuck my finger in . . ." Anne groaned . . .
"and licked it clean. And it was so much gooder than I'd ever thought that
I got a spoon and just SAILED IN."
Anne gave him such a serious lecture on the sin of stealing plum jam that
Davy became conscience stricken and promised with repentant kisses never
to do it again.
"Anyhow, there'll be plenty of jam in heaven, that's one comfort," he said
Anne nipped a smile in the bud.
"Perhaps there will . . . if we want it," she said, "But what makes you
"Why, it's in the catechism," said Davy.
"Oh, no, there is nothing like THAT in the catechism, Davy."
"But I tell you there is," persisted Davy. "It was in that question
Marilla taught me last Sunday. 'Why should we love God?' It says, 'Because
He makes preserves, and redeems us.' Preserves is just a holy way of
"I must get a drink of water," said Anne hastily. When she came back it
cost her some time and trouble to explain to Davy that a certain comma in
the said catechism question made a great deal of difference in the
"Well, I thought it was too good to be true," he said at last, with a sigh
of disappointed conviction. "And besides, I didn't see when He'd find time
to make jam if it's one endless Sabbath day, as the hymn says. I don't
believe I want to go to heaven. Won't there ever be any Saturdays in
"Yes, Saturdays, and every other kind of beautiful days. And every day in
heaven will be more beautiful than the one before it, Davy," assured Anne,
who was rather glad that Marilla was not by to be shocked. Marilla, it is
needless to say, was bringing the twins up in the good old ways of
theology and discouraged all fanciful speculations thereupon. Davy and
Dora were taught a hymn, a catechism question, and two Bible verses every
Sunday. Dora learned meekly and recited like a little machine, with
perhaps as much understanding or interest as if she were one. Davy, on the
contrary, had a lively curiosity, and frequently asked questions which
made Marilla tremble for his fate.
"Chester Sloane says we'll do nothing all the time in heaven but walk
around in white dresses and play on harps; and he says he hopes he won't
have to go till he's an old man, 'cause maybe he'll like it better then.
And he thinks it will be horrid to wear dresses and I think so too. Why
can't men angels wear trousers, Anne? Chester Sloane is interested in
those things, 'cause they're going to make a minister of him. He's got to
be a minister 'cause his grandmother left the money to send him to college
and he can't have it unless he is a minister. She thought a minister was
such a 'spectable thing to have in a family. Chester says he doesn't mind
much . . . though he'd rather be a blacksmith . . . but he's bound to have
all the fun he can before he begins to be a minister, 'cause he doesn't
expect to have much afterwards. I ain't going to be a minister. I'm going
to be a storekeeper, like Mr. Blair, and keep heaps of candy and bananas.
But I'd rather like going to your kind of a heaven if they'd let me play a
mouth organ instead of a harp. Do you s'pose they would?"
"Yes, I think they would if you wanted it," was all Anne could trust
herself to say.
The A.V.I.S. met at Mr. Harmon Andrews' that evening and a full attendance
had been requested, since important business was to be discussed. The
A.V.I.S. was in a flourishing condition, and had already accomplished
wonders. Early in the spring Mr. Major Spencer had redeemed his promise
and had stumped, graded, and seeded down all the road front of his farm. A
dozen other men, some prompted by a determination not to let a Spencer get
ahead of them, others goaded into action by Improvers in their own
households, had followed his example. The result was that there were long
strips of smooth velvet turf where once had been unsightly undergrowth or
brush. The farm fronts that had not been done looked so badly by contrast
that their owners were secretly shamed into resolving to see what they
could do another spring. The triangle of ground at the cross roads had
also been cleared and seeded down, and Anne's bed of geraniums, unharmed
by any marauding cow, was already set out in the center.
Altogether, the Improvers thought that they were getting on beautifully,
even if Mr. Levi Boulter, tactfully approached by a carefully selected
committee in regard to the old house on his upper farm, did bluntly tell
them that he wasn't going to have it meddled with.
At this especial meeting they intended to draw up a petition to the school
trustees, humbly praying that a fence be put around the school grounds;
and a plan was also to be discussed for planting a few ornamental trees by
the church, if the funds of the society would permit of it . . . for, as
Anne said, there was no use in starting another subscription as long as
the hall remained blue. The members were assembled in the Andrews' parlor
and Jane was already on her feet to move the appointment of a committee
which should find out and report on the price of said trees, when Gertie
Pye swept in, pompadoured and frilled within an inch of her life. Gertie
had a habit of being late . . . "to make her entrance more effective,"
spiteful people said. Gertie's entrance in this instance was certainly
effective, for she paused dramatically on the middle of the floor, threw
up her hands, rolled her eyes, and exclaimed, "I've just heard something
perfectly awful. What DO you think? Mr. Judson Parker IS GOING TO RENT ALL
THE ROAD FENCE OF HIS FARM TO A PATENT MEDICINE COMPANY TO PAINT
For once in her life Gertie Pye made all the sensation she desired. If she
had thrown a bomb among the complacent Improvers she could hardly have
"It CAN'T be true," said Anne blankly.
"That's just what <i>I</i> said when I heard it first, don't you know,"
said Gertie, who was enjoying herself hugely. "<i>I</i> said it couldn't
be true . . . that Judson Parker wouldn't have the HEART to do it, don't
you know. But father met him this afternoon and asked him about it and he
said it WAS true. Just fancy! His farm is side-on to the Newbridge road
and how perfectly awful it will look to see advertisements of pills and
plasters all along it, don't you know?"
The Improvers DID know, all too well. Even the least imaginative among
them could picture the grotesque effect of half a mile of board fence
adorned with such advertisements. All thought of church and school grounds
vanished before this new danger. Parliamentary rules and regulations were
forgotten, and Anne, in despair, gave up trying to keep minutes at all.
Everybody talked at once and fearful was the hubbub.
"Oh, let us keep calm," implored Anne, who was the most excited of them
all, "and try to think of some way of preventing him."
"I don't know how you're going to prevent him," exclaimed Jane bitterly.
"Everybody knows what Judson Parker is. He'd do ANYTHING for money. He
hasn't a SPARK of public spirit or ANY sense of the beautiful."
The prospect looked rather unpromising. Judson Parker and his sister were
the only Parkers in Avonlea, so that no leverage could be exerted by
family connections. Martha Parker was a lady of all too certain age who
disapproved of young people in general and the Improvers in particular.
Judson was a jovial, smooth-spoken man, so uniformly goodnatured and bland
that it was surprising how few friends he had. Perhaps he had got the
better in too many business transactions. . . which seldom makes for
popularity. He was reputed to be very "sharp" and it was the general
opinion that he "hadn't much principle."
"If Judson Parker has a chance to 'turn an honest penny,' as he says
himself, he'll never lose it," declared Fred Wright.
"Is there NOBODY who has any influence over him?" asked Anne despairingly.
"He goes to see Louisa Spencer at White Sands," suggested Carrie Sloane.
"Perhaps she could coax him not to rent his fences."
"Not she," said Gilbert emphatically. "I know Louisa Spencer well. She
doesn't 'believe' in Village Improvement Societies, but she DOES believe
in dollars and cents. She'd be more likely to urge Judson on than to
"The only thing to do is to appoint a committee to wait on him and
protest," said Julia Bell, "and you must send girls, for he'd hardly be
civil to boys . . . but <i>I</i> won't go, so nobody need nominate me."
"Better send Anne alone," said Oliver Sloane. "She can talk Judson over if
Anne protested. She was willing to go and do the talking; but she must
have others with her "for moral support." Diana and Jane were therefore
appointed to support her morally and the Improvers broke up, buzzing like
angry bees with indignation. Anne was so worried that she didn't sleep
until nearly morning, and then she dreamed that the trustees had put a
fence around the school and painted "Try Purple Pills" all over it.
The committee waited on Judson Parker the next afternoon. Anne pleaded
eloquently against his nefarious design and Jane and Diana supported her
morally and valiantly. Judson was sleek, suave, flattering; paid them
several compliments of the delicacy of sunflowers; felt real bad to refuse
such charming young ladies . . . but business was business; couldn't
afford to let sentiment stand in the way these hard times.
"But I'll tell what I WILL do," he said, with a twinkle in his light, full
eyes. "I'll tell the agent he must use only handsome, tasty colors . . .
red and yellow and so on. I'll tell him he mustn't paint the ads BLUE on
The vanquished committee retired, thinking things not lawful to be
"We have done all we can do and must simply trust the rest to Providence,"
said Jane, with an unconscious imitation of Mrs. Lynde's tone and manner.
"I wonder if Mr. Allan could do anything," reflected Diana.
Anne shook her head.
"No, it's no use to worry Mr. Allan, especially now when the baby's so
sick. Judson would slip away from him as smoothly as from us, although he
HAS taken to going to church quite regularly just now. That is simply
because Louisa Spencer's father is an elder and very particular about such
"Judson Parker is the only man in Avonlea who would dream of renting his
fences," said Jane indignantly. "Even Levi Boulter or Lorenzo White would
never stoop to that, tightfisted as they are. They would have too much
respect for public opinion."
Public opinion was certainly down on Judson Parker when the facts became
known, but that did not help matters much. Judson chuckled to himself and
defied it, and the Improvers were trying to reconcile themselves to the
prospect of seeing the prettiest part of the Newbridge road defaced by
advertisements, when Anne rose quietly at the president's call for reports
of committees on the occasion of the next meeting of the Society, and
announced that Mr. Judson Parker had instructed her to inform the Society
that he was NOT going to rent his fences to the Patent Medicine Company.
Jane and Diana stared as if they found it hard to believe their ears.
Parliamentary etiquette, which was generally very strictly enforced in the
A.V.I.S., forbade them giving instant vent to their curiosity, but after
the Society adjourned Anne was besieged for explanations. Anne had no
explanation to give. Judson Parker had overtaken her on the road the
preceding evening and told her that he had decided to humor the A.V.I.S.
in its peculiar prejudice against patent medicine advertisements. That was
all Anne would say, then or ever afterwards, and it was the simple truth;
but when Jane Andrews, on her way home, confided to Oliver Sloane her firm
belief that there was more behind Judson Parker's mysterious change of
heart than Anne Shirley had revealed, she spoke the truth also.
Anne had been down to old Mrs. Irving's on the shore road the preceding
evening and had come home by a short cut which led her first over the
low-lying shore fields, and then through the beech wood below Robert
Dickson's, by a little footpath that ran out to the main road just above
the Lake of Shining Waters . . . known to unimaginative people as Barry's
Two men were sitting in their buggies, reined off to the side of the road,
just at the entrance of the path. One was Judson Parker; the other was
Jerry Corcoran, a Newbridge man against whom, as Mrs. Lynde would have
told you in eloquent italics, nothing shady had ever been PROVED. He was
an agent for agricultural implements and a prominent personage in matters
political. He had a finger . . . some people said ALL his fingers . . . in
every political pie that was cooked; and as Canada was on the eve of a
general election Jerry Corcoran had been a busy man for many weeks,
canvassing the county in the interests of his party's candidate. Just as
Anne emerged from under the overhanging beech boughs she heard Corcoran
say, "If you'll vote for Amesbury, Parker . . . well, I've a note for that
pair of harrows you've got in the spring. I suppose you wouldn't object to
having it back, eh?"
"We . . . ll, since you put it in that way," drawled Judson with a grin,
"I reckon I might as well do it. A man must look out for his own interests
in these hard times."
Both saw Anne at this moment and conversation abruptly ceased. Anne bowed
frostily and walked on, with her chin slightly more tilted than usual.
Soon Judson Parker overtook her.
"Have a lift, Anne?" he inquired genially.
"Thank you, no," said Anne politely, but with a fine, needle-like disdain
in her voice that pierced even Judson Parker's none too sensitive
consciousness. His face reddened and he twitched his reins angrily; but
the next second prudential considerations checked him. He looked uneasily
at Anne, as she walked steadily on, glancing neither to the right nor to
the left. Had she heard Corcoran's unmistakable offer and his own too
plain acceptance of it? Confound Corcoran! If he couldn't put his meaning
into less dangerous phrases he'd get into trouble some of these
long-come-shorts. And confound redheaded school-ma'ams with a habit of
popping out of beechwoods where they had no business to be. If Anne had
heard, Judson Parker, measuring her corn in his own half bushel, as the
country saying went, and cheating himself thereby, as such people
generally do, believed that she would tell it far and wide. Now, Judson
Parker, as has been seen, was not overly regardful of public opinion; but
to be known as having accepted a bribe would be a nasty thing; and if it
ever reached Isaac Spencer's ears farewell forever to all hope of winning
Louisa Jane with her comfortable prospects as the heiress of a well-to-do
farmer. Judson Parker knew that Mr. Spencer looked somewhat askance at him
as it was; he could not afford to take any risks.
"Ahem . . . Anne, I've been wanting to see you about that little matter we
were discussing the other day. I've decided not to let my fences to that
company after all. A society with an aim like yours ought to be
Anne thawed out the merest trifle.
"Thank you," she said.
"And . . . and . . . you needn't mention that little conversation of mine
"I have no intention of mentioning it in any case," said Anne icily, for
she would have seen every fence in Avonlea painted with advertisements
before she would have stooped to bargain with a man who would sell his
"Just so . . . just so," agreed Judson, imagining that they understood
each other beautifully. "I didn't suppose you would. Of course, I was only
stringing Jerry . . . he thinks he's so all-fired cute and smart. I've no
intention of voting for Amesbury. I'm going to vote for Grant as I've
always done . . . you'll see that when the election comes off. I just led
Jerry on to see if he would commit himself. And it's all right about the
fence . . . you can tell the Improvers that."
"It takes all sorts of people to make a world, as I've often heard, but I
think there are some who could be spared," Anne told her reflection in the
east gable mirror that night. "I wouldn't have mentioned the disgraceful
thing to a soul anyhow, so my conscience is clear on THAT score. I really
don't know who or what is to be thanked for this. <i>I</i> did nothing to
bring it about, and it's hard to believe that Providence ever works by
means of the kind of politics men like Judson Parker and Jerry Corcoran